I spent the weekend with my father.

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Today is a rare special day; it's just my father and me at home, which makes me very happy.

I've always tried my best to make him happy and proud. But my father is busy with work every day, and when he comes home, I'm usually already in my room asleep. On weekends, I share his time with my mother and brother. However, this summer, my brother went camping, leaving me alone at home. My mother is either busy with her golf or at the beach, leaving me alone at home most of the time.

This Thursday evening, my father suddenly told me to pack some clothes; he planned to go camping with me. Hearing this, I jumped for joy and skipped back to my room to pack my camping essentials. Thinking back to the last time it was just the two of us, I can't remember when it was; perhaps it's been too long. After I finished packing, I fell asleep with a smile. I was really happy tonight; it seemed my father would be spending a long time with me.

I happily jumped into my father's car and sat beside him. The car stereo was on, and I listened to upbeat music while watching the scenery rushing past the window. Occasionally, I would glance at my father beside me, feeling a little surprised. Why was my father traveling alone with me? Even so, I was truly very happy.

For my age, I am indeed a bit short, petite. Most of the boys at school think so, but I have long brown hair, green eyes, and a pretty face. Such a cute appearance always attracts attention. My mother often says that I have lips that are often slightly upturned, very kind and sexy. Although I'm petite, I exercise regularly and have a pretty good physique, a bit muscular, much like my father.

I glanced at my father beside me; he was five feet nine inches tall, with brown hair mixed with some gray, and he also had green eyes, though his lips weren't as sensual as mine. Regardless, I thought my father was very handsome.

We arrived at the campsite in the evening. I took our camping gear from the car, and my father began setting up the pointed tent. After a whole day's drive, we weren't feeling like cooking, so we had sandwiches for dinner. After dinner, we decided to explore the area and discovered the campsite was situated on a slightly sloping slope. The sun was gradually setting, but it was still quite bright all around. It was truly beautiful! Gazing at the setting sun, its blood-red rays constantly shifting in color, streaks of light piercing through the pine trees before us.

I walked ahead, my father following behind. As we walked, I teased him, our laughter echoing through the night sky. We looked down at the magnificent valley before us, covered in lush green grass and dotted with wildflowers—a truly beautiful sight.

Then, my father joined in the playful antics, pretending to push me over. I lost my balance and clung tightly to the belt of his jeans. I knew he wasn't really trying to push me; he was just joking. Just then, I felt his large hand on my back, gently stroking it.

I had no choice but to move away from him. Unexpectedly, he exerted force, turning me around to face him. Then he passionately embraced me. This intense embrace felt completely different from usual. I could feel his powerful strength and the hardness of his lower body. Wow! I suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my groin began to throb and ache. This disturbance

made me slightly tense, and I finally pushed him away forcefully. But I still pretended that this was just a game, though I knew very well that it wasn't. I told my father it was late and we should go back. My father took my hand, and we started heading back to the camp.

As we walked, my father's arm remained around my shoulder, and I loved that feeling, as if I belonged only to him. I nestled against him as we walked towards the camp.

"The sky is still so beautiful," my father whispered in my ear. The once orange-red clouds were now gradually being obscured by a purplish-blue. Millions of stars began to twinkle in the sky. I could never see such a beautiful sight in the city.

My father suggested, "When we get back to camp, let's change into our pajamas, light a fire, and watch the stars all night long. Maybe we'll even see a shooting star."

Back at camp, I told my father I'd change and come right back. When I took off my underwear, I was shocked to find it completely soaked—something that only happened when I masturbated. What could be the reason? Could it be because of my father earlier? But how could that be? He's my father! How could I think like that?

But what could be the reason? Could it be the dampness of the mountain?

I stepped out of the tent, and my father was sitting by the fire. I walked over to him. He patted the blanket beside him and told me to sit down. I did as he said, and he pulled me closer to him, letting me lean against him. His warm body made me feel very comfortable. I rested my head on his shoulder. His hands started to wander over, then tickled my armpits a few times. I giggled and tried to twist my body away from him. But my father held me tightly, and I had no choice but to give up struggling.

Next, my father pulled up my loose nightgown and took it off my neck. My entire youthful and perfect body was now in his view. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but my wrists were already gripped by my father, rendering me unable to move.

My father's hand was placed on my stomach, slowly moving upwards until his large hand grasped my breast.

With that squeeze from my father, my nipples immediately hardened, feeling as if they were about to burst. This swollen and protruding sensation was something I had never experienced before. My father's fingers moved over my breasts, gently tormenting them. I was terrified, yet also felt pleasure, so I closed my eyes and slowly savored the pleasure my father was giving me.

Then I felt my father lean his head closer and begin to suckle my nipples, while firmly gripping my wrists, making it impossible for me to resist. My consciousness slowly began to blur, and all I could hear was my own moaning! The feeling was so wonderful; my hips seemed to have a mind of their own, naturally and wantonly lifting and swaying. I never imagined such a lewd act would happen to me. And all of this was something I had never experienced before, making me feel dizzy.

My father continued to suckle my nipples forcefully, and at the same time, I felt his hand move down, between my legs. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him, yearning for his caresses. Finally, my father's hand slipped inside my shorts, stroking my soaking wet genitals. I realized my face had turned hot and red.

My father released my wrists and pulled down my shorts with both hands. He gripped my wrists tightly again, pushing my hands over my head. My father began to spread my legs. I closed my eyes in shame, but my legs remained tightly shut due to extreme nervousness. To be honest, I was utterly terrified and wanted to stop immediately. It all felt like a dream, unbelievable that such a thing could happen between my father and me. For a moment, I felt as if I were floating.

Just then, I felt my father's tongue licking my vulva and sucking on my clitoris.

Every night before I went to sleep, I often rubbed my clitoris with my fingers, but this feeling was a hundred times better than that.

The intense pleasure made me moan loudly, and I arched my hips higher, trying to get as close to his mouth as possible. He licked my labia while inserting his fingers, it seemed like he was inserting two fingers, but I couldn't be sure.

Then, my father's large hands simultaneously climbed up my breasts, tormenting my nipples with his fingers. What was that feeling? It was so wonderful. Although my nipples were a little sore, deep inside me, this torment was so pleasurable. I began to feel dizzy, and nothing else mattered except not wanting him to stop.

I could clearly feel my father's fingers stirring inside my vagina. My breathing immediately became rapid, and my head kept shaking. I was covered in sweat, and my body began to convulse, wave after wave of desire rising up, becoming faster and stronger.

I finally climaxed, my juices gushing out. I groaned loudly, thrusting my vulva high, pressing it tightly against my father's lips. The heat subsided slowly, but I could still feel my heart pounding. Besides my own panting, I could hear nothing else. In my heightened excitement, my father bound my wrists with my underwear. Then he stood up, looking down at me. I couldn't meet his gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed and afraid.

My father stood before me, and I could clearly see his enormous member, bulging his pants high. Finally, he unzipped his jeans, pulling out his large, thick penis.

It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's penis; it was much larger than I'd imagined. His glans was large, almost a purplish-red like the night sky. I stared at his penis, and everything around me seemed to freeze.

My father told me to take it in my mouth. Without a second thought, I did as he said. He told me to suck it hard, like eating a popsicle. I did as he instructed, and he kept explaining how to do it, how to suck it. Soon, I felt a dramatic change in my father's penis. His breathing became rapid. I felt happy; I could excite him, and it made me feel incredibly proud.

My father gripped my head tightly, thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth, making my mouth ache a little, but I didn't want him to stop.

My father ignored me, simply holding my head and wrists still, his thick, strong penis relentlessly thrusting deep into my throat, filling my small mouth completely. There was no space in my mouth; I could only breathe through my nose, which was incredibly difficult. Then I heard my father begin to groan, and his hips moved even more violently, his penis forcefully thrusting in and out, each stroke penetrating deep into my throat. Suddenly, my father ejaculated, shooting it all into my mouth, allowing me to slowly savor its taste.

When I tried to spit out the semen, my father firmly grasped my head. I understood his meaning; I had no choice but to swallow his semen. Only after I had swallowed all the semen did my father slowly loosen his grip and withdraw. My hands were still bound, but I managed to stand up. I didn't know what to do, so I ran back to the tent. I lay down, thinking about everything that had just happened, and finally fell asleep. When I woke up, it was dawn.

I found myself alone in the tent, but I could hear my father tending the campfire. I was still completely naked, and the August morning was still a bit chilly. I looked at my wrists; they were still bound. I thought for a moment and decided to go out of the tent and ask my father to untie me. When I stepped out, my father was drinking coffee by the fire. I walked up to him naked, my hands still bound by my underwear, which made me feel extremely embarrassed. My father looked up, saw me standing there, and put down his cup.

"Hmm! Being bound like this is too embarrassing?" I bit my lip, looking down at the ground, trying not to hear my own voice.

My father stood up and lifted my chin with his hand. When I looked up at him, I saw him smiling at me.

The smile seemed a little mocking, yet also seemed to show his satisfaction. He reached out and hugged me, and I felt a surge of love. My father kissed my forehead.

"My darling, you are such a beautiful child," he whispered. "I can't believe you are my good daughter."

I blushed. "Thank you, Dad," I said timidly.

My father took a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, opened the blade, and gently cut my underwear off my wrist.

"To make you feel ashamed, you've wasted a pair of underwear," he said with a laugh.

"It's alright, I have another one with me," I giggled.

"Alright! Han, wash your face and get dressed. We're going on a hike today."

I returned to the tent, grabbed my clothes, and ran to the camp's bathroom. I was in a good mood; last night, my father and I had shared "that" thing, and it was so wonderful. I wondered if my father would do it with me again, but could I even think that? I quickly washed up and ran back to camp. After breakfast, we began our hike.

The weather was great. It was cool all around, with a slight warmth. The sky was a clear blue, without a single cloud. We walked on until we reached a path. My father decided to challenge himself, knowing I could handle it. We climbed upwards, scaling huge boulders, and finally reached the summit. We didn't say a word during this part of the hike; we were completely focused on climbing.

Reaching the summit, my father suggested it was time for lunch. I couldn't remember how long the climb had taken—several hours, I suppose.

I sat on a large rock, gazing at the distant scenery. It was unbelievable; the valleys miles away were still clearly visible. Even the air smelled different. My father gave me a sandwich, and as I ate, I thought about the previous night. It all seemed like an illusion, but I knew it wasn't. I looked at my wrist; the marks from where my underwear had been tied were still there. I stared at this shameful mark, feeling a strange sense of pride.

When I looked at my father, I found him looking at me too. His gaze made me blush. He smiled and asked if I was alright.

"Yes, Dad, why do you ask?" I asked.

My father stood up and walked towards me. "You seem very quiet today. Are you really okay? I want your answer."

Was he joking? "Dad, I'm fine. I'm very happy. Having you here is better than anything. I'm really good!" I replied.

My father stopped in front of me, put his hand on my shoulder, and lifted my chin so that my face was facing him. Then he bent down and kissed my lips. As he kissed me, his hands kept stroking my back, and he pulled me closer to him. My father's tongue slipped into my mouth.

It wasn't my first time kissing; I had kissed a few times with a boy at school. I put my tongue into my father's mouth and intertwined with his, and my skillful actions surprised him a little. We stood there kissing, as if it would never end, as if we were dreaming, as if there was nothing else in the world but my father and me. My father finally stopped, standing right in front of me, and I saw his hardness between his legs.

I became afraid and dared not look into his eyes.

He must have noticed my embarrassment, because he smiled and said, "Let's go back."

We walked back along the road, climbing down the mountain to our camp. On the way, I kept thinking about what would happen that night.

At my father's suggestion, I washed my hands and face before preparing dinner. When I returned from the bathroom, my father had already lit the fire, and we quietly cooked dinner, each of us probably wondering about the same thing. But what I was thinking about was whether my father would make love to me, inserting his thick, large penis into my vagina. I know a lot about sex, from what I learned from my female classmates at school. But he's my father. Can I do this with him? But I have no doubt that my father wants me.

Although I say it's okay, actually making love with my father is a different story. Maybe we'll do the same thing as last night. Yes, that kind of thing really feels amazing to me. I really want to do it with him again. Especially with my wrists tied, although it's a little painful, the feeling is really exciting. I'm really something, pain can actually excite me! As I was thinking, I felt my father's gaze. I stirred the soup while looking deeply into his eyes.

"Is the soup ready? My child," my father asked.

"Almost, Dad," I told him. I was worried about this dinner, wondering what would happen afterward.

After a meal of vegetable soup and fried eggs, we cleaned everything up thoroughly. We did nothing but sit facing each other, looking at the fire in front of us.

"Are you happy with an old man like me?" my father asked suddenly with a smile.

"Of course, Dad, I like it. I'm happy as long as I'm with you."

My father nodded in agreement: "Me too." He then gestured for me to sit beside him.

I sat down close to him and nestled against him. "I love you, Dad," I whispered.

I felt his arms wrap around me and embrace me. "I love you too, angel," he whispered back. "You really make Dad very happy."

We sat there close together, and my father's hand slowly moved down my shoulder to my chest, until his large hand grasped one of my breasts.

"Such full and beautiful breasts," he said, as if making a comment. But I noticed that his voice sounded slightly different.

I felt weak and couldn't help but giggle. But my father didn't stop there. Through my flannel shirt, he began to pinch and play with my breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting my nipples. Finally, he slipped his hand inside my shirt and continued to play with them.

"Do you like me playing with you like this?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy, it feels so good, really good," I answered him breathlessly.

I knew my voice was a little dry, and at the same time, I felt my vulva becoming very wet. I kept responding to my father's caresses.

My father told me to take off my clothes. Without thinking, I unbuttoned them and slid the shirt down from my shoulders. He told me to lie down on the blanket, and I did as he said. When he pressed close to me and suckled on one of my nipples, I started to tremble. Then his hand moved down, and he released my jeans, knelt down, bent over, and pulled them off, along with my underwear, leaving me lying completely naked. My father just stood there, staring at my naked body for a long time.

"You're really beautiful. Do you like me kissing your labia? My precious little daughter," he asked boastfully.

I didn't dare open my eyes to see what he was doing, but I felt him kneel between my legs, bring his face close to my vulva, and use his fingers to separate my labia, revealing my tender flesh, and begin to suckle. I was already very wet, and I could clearly hear the sound of him sucking my juices. He was also playing with me with his fingers, and I could only try to spread my legs as wide as possible to satisfy him. At that moment, I desperately wanted something to be inserted into me, to fill my vagina. My vagina was incredibly itchy, almost driving me crazy.

"Daddy...please...please do it with me." I really wanted to cry.

My father moved his mouth away. "What do you want me to do? My girl, tell me, beg me." His voice was very harsh, commanding me.

"I..." I whispered. "Daddy, I beg you, I need...I need you, let Daddy's big penis go inside me."

"My good girl, have you ever been penetrated by anyone else?" he asked.

"No, Daddy. I've never been with anyone." I told him the truth. I was still a virgin, only once, and that was through my clothes.

My father stood up and pulled down his pants. He knelt between my legs, holding his penis against me and rubbing the head of his penis against my vulva. Then I felt the head of his penis slowly enter. Yes, this was the penis I wanted. I wanted more; I wanted my father's entire penis inside me. I couldn't hold back any longer and had to thrust my hips upward.

"You're so lewd, so eager for me to enter you. Tell me, how much do you want from me?" he hissed at me.

"Yes, Daddy, please, I want the feeling of Daddy's entire penis inside me, please come quickly..." I cried and begged him to fuck me.

My father moved slightly, then his large penis thrust in forcefully. I immediately felt a burning pain, followed by a throbbing, dull ache. Just then, he moved his penis in and out, thrusting in and out, then penetrating deeply again, pain and pleasure slowly mixing together. My father thrust rhythmically, and I tried my best to meet his rhythm.

Wow! I really couldn't believe that my virginity had been taken by my father. It was so unreal, yet it was true, and being with my father made me even more aroused! I felt how big and thick he was, pulling me into the abyss again and again. My father hugged me tightly and rolled over, letting me ride on top of him, his penis still inside me.

"Come on, Daddy, my good girl, move your hips hard, let Daddy ejaculate in your hot vagina."

I used my knees and hips, starting to move my hips up and down, letting my father's big penis go in and out of me.

My sweat poured down, but compared to the amount of vaginal fluid, it was nothing. My father began to thrust his hips. Oh? That's right, my father seemed about to ejaculate. I knew he was coming, so I moved even faster, stroking him. I tried to get him inside me as much as possible, and I was quite surprised when he played with my clitoris.

"Let me ejaculate, good, keep going... let's ejaculate together, my good girl." He was close to climax.

Finally, my father ejaculated, and I could feel his first thrust, shooting deep into my uterus. Then I also climaxed, so intensely. I straddled my father, my body convulsing, and my vaginal fluid gushed out.

I collapsed, resting my head on his chest, savoring the lingering pleasure. My father still held me tightly, his penis thrusting in and out relentlessly, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of his semen. We shifted our hips, sweat and our bodies slowly melting together. I had never imagined that the end could feel so wonderful.

We finished, embracing each other as we lay down. I thought I had dozed off for a while, feeling incredibly comfortable. My father whispered in my ear that we should get some sleep. I slid down and stood up, only then realizing that my father's semen was flowing from my vagina. I couldn't resist tasting his semen, so I inserted my fingers into his vagina, getting them covered in semen. Then I put them in my mouth and licked them all away. I could even taste the salt content of my father's semen, mixed with my own vaginal fluid. Then I noticed my father looking at me and smiling.

"You're such a slut," he laughed.

My father took my hand and pulled me back to the tent. That night, I fell asleep against his chest and arm.

The next morning, we packed everything up and headed home. Fifteen minutes from the door, I decided to ask him.

"Dad, will we do this again?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Camping?"

"No. I mean... um... um, making love," I stammered.

"My darling, of course we will. Otherwise, who will teach you to be a slut?"

I smiled brightly. I could hardly wait any longer.

Today was a rare day; it was just my father and me at home, which made me very happy.

I had always tried to make him happy and proud. But my father is busy with work every day, and when he comes home, I'm usually already in my room asleep. However, when he's home on weekends, I share him with my mother and brother. But this summer, my brother went camping, leaving me alone at home. My mother is either busy with her golf or at the beach, leaving me alone at home most of the time.

This past Thursday evening, my father suddenly told me to pack some clothes; he planned to go camping with me. Hearing this, I jumped for joy and skipped back to my room to pack my camping essentials. Thinking back to the last time it was just the two of us, I couldn't remember when it was—perhaps it had been too long. After I finished packing, I went to sleep with a smile. I'm really happy tonight; it seems my father will be spending a long time with me.

I happily hopped into my father's car and sat beside him. The car stereo was on, playing upbeat music, and I watched the scenery rush past the window. Occasionally, I'd glance at my father beside me, feeling a little surprised—why was he traveling alone with me? Even so, I was truly happy.

For my age, I'm indeed a bit short, petite. Most of the boys at school think so, but I have long brown hair, green eyes, and a pretty face. My adorable appearance always attracts attention. My mother often says I have lips that are often slightly upturned, very kind and sensual. Although I'm petite, I exercise regularly and have a pretty good physique, a bit muscular, much like my father.

I glanced at my father beside me; he was five feet nine inches tall, with brown hair mixed with some gray, and he also had green eyes, though his lips weren't as sensual as mine. Regardless, I thought my father was very handsome.

We arrived at the campsite in the evening. I took our camping gear from the car, and my father began setting up the pointed tent. After a whole day's drive, we weren't feeling like cooking, so we had sandwiches for dinner. After dinner, we decided to explore the area and discovered the campsite was situated on a slightly sloping slope. The sun was gradually setting, but it was still quite bright all around. It was truly beautiful! Gazing at the setting sun, its blood-red rays constantly shifting in color, streaks of light piercing through the pine trees before us.

I walked ahead, my father following behind. As we walked, I teased him, our laughter echoing through the night sky. We looked down at the magnificent valley before us, covered in lush green grass and dotted with wildflowers—a truly beautiful sight.

Then, my father joined in the playful antics, pretending to push me over. I lost my balance and clung tightly to the belt of his jeans. I knew he wasn't really trying to push me; he was just joking. Just then, I felt his large hand on my back, gently stroking it.

I had no choice but to move away from him. Unexpectedly, he exerted force, turning me around to face him. Then he passionately embraced me. This intense embrace felt completely different from usual. I could feel his powerful strength and the hardness of his lower body. Wow! I suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my groin began to throb and ache. This disturbance

made me slightly tense, and I finally pushed him away forcefully. But I still pretended that this was just a game, though I knew very well that it wasn't. I told my father it was late and we should go back. My father took my hand, and we started heading back to the camp.

As we walked, my father's arm remained around my shoulder, and I loved that feeling, as if I belonged only to him. I nestled against him as we walked towards the camp.

"The sky is still so beautiful," my father whispered in my ear. The once orange-red clouds were now gradually being obscured by a purplish-blue. Millions of stars began to twinkle in the sky. I could never see such a beautiful sight in the city.

My father suggested, "When we get back to camp, let's change into our pajamas, light a fire, and watch the stars all night long. Maybe we'll even see a shooting star."

Back at camp, I told my father I'd change and come right back. When I took off my underwear, I was shocked to find it completely soaked—something that only happened when I masturbated. What could be the reason? Could it be because of my father earlier? But how could that be? He's my father! How could I think like that?

But what could be the reason? Could it be the dampness of the mountain?

I stepped out of the tent, and my father was sitting by the fire. I walked over to him. He patted the blanket beside him and told me to sit down. I did as he said, and he pulled me closer to him, letting me lean against him. His warm body made me feel very comfortable. I rested my head on his shoulder. His hands started to wander over, then tickled my armpits a few times. I giggled and tried to twist my body away from him. But my father held me tightly, and I had no choice but to give up struggling.

Next, my father pulled up my loose nightgown and took it off my neck. My entire youthful and perfect body was now in his view. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but my wrists were already gripped by my father, rendering me unable to move.

My father's hand was placed on my stomach, slowly moving upwards until his large hand grasped my breast.

With that squeeze from my father, my nipples immediately hardened, feeling as if they were about to burst. This swollen and protruding sensation was something I had never experienced before. My father's fingers moved over my breasts, gently tormenting them. I was terrified, yet also felt pleasure, so I closed my eyes and slowly savored the pleasure my father was giving me.

Then I felt my father lean his head closer and begin to suckle my nipples, while firmly gripping my wrists, making it impossible for me to resist. My consciousness slowly began to blur, and all I could hear was my own moaning! The feeling was so wonderful; my hips seemed to have a mind of their own, naturally and wantonly lifting and swaying. I never imagined such a lewd act would happen to me. And all of this was something I had never experienced before, making me feel dizzy.

My father continued to suckle my nipples forcefully, and at the same time, I felt his hand move down, between my legs. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him, yearning for his caresses. Finally, my father's hand slipped inside my shorts, stroking my soaking wet genitals. I realized my face had turned hot and red.

My father released my wrists and pulled down my shorts with both hands. He gripped my wrists tightly again, pushing my hands over my head. My father began to spread my legs. I closed my eyes in shame, but my legs remained tightly shut due to extreme nervousness. To be honest, I was utterly terrified and wanted to stop immediately. It all felt like a dream, unbelievable that such a thing could happen between my father and me. For a moment, I felt as if I were floating.

Just then, I felt my father's tongue licking my vulva and sucking on my clitoris.

Every night before I went to sleep, I often rubbed my clitoris with my fingers, but this feeling was a hundred times better than that.

The intense pleasure made me moan loudly, and I arched my hips higher, trying to get as close to his mouth as possible. He licked my labia while inserting his fingers, it seemed like two fingers, but I couldn't be sure.

Then, my father's large hands climbed up my breasts, tormenting my nipples with his fingers. What was that feeling? It was so wonderful! Although my nipples were a little sore, deep inside me, this torment was so pleasurable. I began to feel dizzy, and nothing else mattered except not wanting him to stop.

I could clearly feel my father's fingers stirring inside my vagina. My breathing immediately became rapid, and my head kept shaking. I was covered in sweat, and my body began to convulse, wave after wave of desire rising up, becoming faster and stronger.

I finally climaxed, and my juices gushed out. I groaned loudly, thrusting my vulva upwards and pressing it tightly against my father's lips. The heat subsided slowly, but I could still feel my heart pounding. I could hear nothing but my own panting. In my heightened excitement, my father bound my wrists with my underwear. Then he stood up, looking down at me. I couldn't meet his gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed and afraid.

My father stood before me, and I could clearly see his enormous member, bulging his pants high. Finally, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his large, thick penis.

It was the first time I had ever seen a man's penis; it was much larger than I had imagined. His glans was large, almost as purplish-red as the night sky. As I stared at his penis, everything around me seemed to fall completely still.

My father told me to take him in my mouth. Without thinking, I did as he said. He told me to suck on him hard, like eating a popsicle. I did as he instructed, and he kept teaching me how to do it and how to suck on him. Soon, I felt a huge change in my father's penis. His breathing became rapid. I was very happy; I could excite him, and I felt quite proud.

My father gripped my head tightly and kept thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth, making my throat hurt a little, but I didn't want him to stop.

My father ignored me, just holding my head and wrist still, his thick, strong penis relentlessly thrusting deep into my throat, filling my mouth completely. My mouth was completely blocked, and I could only breathe through my nose, which made it very difficult. Then I heard my father begin to groan, and his hips moved even more violently, his penis thrusting in and out forcefully, each time penetrating deep into my throat. Suddenly, my father ejaculated, shooting all of it into my mouth, allowing me to slowly savor the taste.

When I tried to spit out the semen, my father firmly grabbed my head. I understood his meaning; I had no choice but to swallow his semen. Only after I had swallowed all of it did my father slowly loosen his grip and withdraw. My hands were still bound, but I managed to stand up. I didn't know what to do for a moment, so I ran back to the tent. I lay down, thinking about everything that had just happened, and finally fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already dawn.

I realized I was alone in the tent, but I could hear my father tending the campfire. I was still completely naked, and the August morning was still a bit chilly. I looked at my wrists; they were still bound. I thought for a moment and decided to step out of the tent and ask my father to untie me. When I stepped out, my father was drinking coffee by the fire. I walked up to him naked, my hands still bound by my underwear, which made me feel extremely embarrassed. My father looked up, saw me standing there, and put down his cup.

"Hmm! Being bound like this is too embarrassing?" I bit my lip, looking down at the ground, trying not to hear my own voice.

My father stood up and lifted my chin with his hand. When I looked up at him, I saw him smiling at me.

It was a smile that seemed a little mocking, yet also seemed to show his satisfaction. He reached out and hugged me, and I felt a surge of love welling up inside me. My father kissed my forehead.

"My darling, you are such a beautiful child," he whispered. "I can't believe you are my good daughter."

I blushed. "Thank you, Dad," I said timidly.

My father took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, opened the blade, and gently cut off my underwear from my wrist.

"You wasted a pair of underwear just to make you feel ashamed," he said with a laugh.

"It's okay, I have another one with me," I giggled.

"Alright! Han, wash your face and get dressed. We're planning a hiking trip today."

I returned to the tent, grabbed my clothes, and ran to the camp's bathroom. I was in a good mood; last night, my father and I had shared that kind of thing, and it was so wonderful. I wondered if my father would still do "that" with me, but could I even think that? I quickly washed up and ran back to camp. After breakfast, we began our hike.

The weather was beautiful. It was cool with a slight warmth. The sky was a clear blue, without a single cloud. We walked on until we reached a path. My father decided to challenge himself, knowing I could handle it. We climbed, scaling huge boulders, and finally reached the summit. We didn't say a word during this part of the climb, just focused intently on the ascent.

At the top, my father suggested it was time for lunch. I don't remember how long we climbed, maybe several hours.

I sat on a large rock, looking down at the distant scenery. It was unbelievable; the valley miles away was still clearly visible. Even the air smelled different. My father gave me a sandwich, and as I ate, I thought about last night. It all seemed like an illusion, but I knew it wasn't. I looked at my wrist; the marks from where my underwear had been tied were still there. I stared blankly at this shameful mark, feeling a strange sense of pride.

When I looked at my father, I found him looking at me too. His gaze made me blush. He smiled and asked if I was alright.

"Yes, Dad, why do you ask?" I asked.

My father stood up and walked towards me. "You seem very quiet today. Are you really okay? I want your answer."

Was he joking? "Dad, I'm fine. I'm very happy. Having you here is better than anything. I'm really fine!" I replied.

My father stopped in front of me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and lifted my chin, turning my face towards him. Then he bent down and kissed my lips. As he kissed me, his hands caressed my back, pulling me closer to him. His tongue slipped into my mouth.

It wasn't my first time kissing; I'd done it a few times with a boy in school. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and intertwined with his, my practiced movements surprising him. We stood there kissing, as if it would never end, as if we were dreaming, as if there was nothing else in the world but my father and me. Finally, my father stopped, standing right in front of me, and I saw the hardness between his legs.

I became frightened and dared not look him in the eye again.

He must have noticed my embarrassment, because he smiled and said, "Let's go back."

We walked back along the road, climbing down the mountain to our camp. On the way, I kept thinking about what would happen tonight.

At my father's suggestion, I washed my hands and face before preparing dinner. When I returned from the bathroom, my father had already lit the fire, and we were quietly cooking dinner, each of us probably wondering about the same thing. What I was thinking about was whether my father would have sex with me, inserting his thick, large penis into my vagina. I already knew a lot about sex from the girls at school. But he was my father. Could I do this with him? But I had no doubt that my father wanted me.

Although I said it was okay, actually making love with my father was a different story. Perhaps we would do the same thing as last night. Yes, that kind of thing really felt amazing to me, and I really wanted to do it with him again. Especially with my wrists tied, although it was a little painful, the feeling was so exciting. I really am, pain can actually excite me! As I was thinking, I felt my father's gaze. I stirred the soup while looking lovingly into his eyes.

"Is the soup ready? My child," my father asked.

"Almost, Dad," I told him. I was worried about this dinner, wondering what would happen afterward.

After a dinner of vegetable soup and fried eggs, we cleaned everything up thoroughly. We did nothing, just sat facing each other, staring at the fire.

"Are you happy with an old man like me?" my father suddenly asked with a smile.

"Of course, Dad, I like it this way. I'm happy as long as I'm with you."

My father nodded in agreement: "Me too." He then gestured for me to sit beside him.

I sat down close to him, snuggling against him. "I love you, Dad," I whispered.

I felt his arms wrap around me, embracing me. "I love you too, angel," he whispered back. "You really make Dad happy."

We sat there close, my father's hand slowly moving down my shoulder to my chest, until his large hand cupped one of my breasts.

"Such full and beautiful breasts." His tone was like an opinion. But I noticed that his voice sounded a little different.

I felt weak and couldn't help but giggle. But my father didn't stop there. Through my flannel shirt, he began to pinch and play with my breasts, while his thumb and forefinger pinched and twisted my nipples. Finally, he put his hand inside my shirt and continued to play with them.

"Do you like me playing with you like this?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy, it feels so good, really good," I answered him breathlessly.

I knew my voice was a little dry, and at the same time, I felt my vulva becoming very wet. I kept responding to my father's caresses.

My father told me to take off my clothes. Without thinking, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. He then told me to lie down on the blanket, which I did. As he pressed close to me and suckled on one of my nipples, I began to tremble. His hand then moved down, unfastening my jeans, and he knelt down, bending over to pull them off, along with my underwear, leaving me lying completely naked. My father stood there, staring at my naked body for a long time.

"You're really beautiful. Do you like me kissing your labia? My precious little daughter," he asked boastfully.

I dared not open my eyes to see what he was doing. I felt him kneel between my legs, bring his face close to my vulva, and use his fingers to separate my labia, revealing my tender flesh, while he began to suckle. I was already very wet; I could clearly hear the sound of him sucking my juices. He was also playing with me with his fingers, and I could only try to spread my legs as wide as possible to satisfy him. At that moment, I desperately wanted something to be inserted into me, to fill my vagina. My vagina was unbearably itchy, almost driving me crazy.

"Daddy…please…please do it with me." I really wanted to cry.

My father moved his mouth away. "What do you want me to do? My girl, tell me, beg me." His voice was very harsh, commanding me.

"I..." I whispered. "Dad, I beg you, I need... I need you, let Dad's big penis go inside me."

"My good girl, have you ever been inside anyone else?" he asked.

"No, Dad. I've never been inside anyone." I told him the truth. I was still a virgin, only once, and that was through my clothes.

My father stood up and pulled down his pants. He knelt between my legs and held his penis against me, rubbing his glans against my vulva. Then I felt the glans slowly enter. Yes, this was the penis I wanted. I wanted more, I wanted my father's entire penis inside me. I couldn't hold back any longer and had to thrust my hips up.

"You're so lewd, so eager for me to go inside you, tell me, how much do you want from me?" he hissed at me.

"Yes, Daddy, please, I want the feeling of Daddy's whole penis inside me, please come to me quickly..." I cried and begged him to have sex with me.

My father moved slightly, then his large penis thrust in forcefully. I immediately felt a searing pain, followed by a throbbing, dull ache. Just then, he moved his penis in and out, beginning to thrust in and out, then plunging deep inside, the pain and pleasure slowly mixing together. My father thrust rhythmically, and I tried my best to meet his rhythm.

Wow! I really couldn't believe that my virginity had been taken by my father. It was so unreal, yet it was true, and being with my father made me even more aroused! I felt his penis was really big, pulling me into the abyss again and again. My father held me tightly and rolled over, letting me straddle him, his penis still inside me.

"Come on, Daddy, my good girl, move your hips hard, let Daddy ejaculate in your hot vagina."

I used my knees and hips to start rocking my hips up and down, letting Daddy's big penis go in and out of me.

My sweat kept pouring down, but compared to the amount of vaginal fluid, it was nothing. My father also started thrusting his hips. Oh? That's right, Daddy seemed to be about to ejaculate. I knew he was coming soon, so I rocked and stroked him even faster. I tried to get him into my uterus as much as possible, I tried to make him ejaculate inside me, and when he played with my clitoris, I was very surprised.

"Let me ejaculate, good, keep going... let's ejaculate together, my good girl." He was nearing his climax.

Finally, my father ejaculated, and I could feel his first thrust, shooting deep into my womb. Then I also climaxed, so intensely. I straddled my father, my body convulsing, my vaginal fluid gushing out.

I collapsed, resting my head on his chest, savoring the afterglow of pleasure. My father still gripped me tightly, his penis still thrusting in and out, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of his semen. We moved our hips together, sweat and our bodies slowly melting together. I never imagined that the end would feel so wonderful.

We finished, embracing each other as we lay down. I thought I had dozed off for a while, only feeling incredibly comfortable. My father whispered in my ear that we should get some sleep. I slid down and stood up, only to realize that my father's semen was flowing from my vagina. I couldn't resist tasting his semen, so I inserted my finger into his vagina, getting it covered in semen. Then I put it in my mouth and licked it all away. I could even taste the salt content of my father's semen, mixed with my own vaginal fluid. Then I noticed my father looking at me and smiling.

"You're such a slutty girl," he laughed.

My father took my hand and pulled me back to the tent. That night, I fell asleep against his chest and arm.

The next morning, we packed everything up and headed home. Fifteen minutes from the door, I decided to ask him,

"Dad, will we do this again?" I asked.

"What? You mean camping?"

"No. I mean... um... um, sex." I stammered.

"My darling, of course. Otherwise, who will teach you to be a slutty woman?"

I smiled broadly; I could hardly wait any longer.

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