All biological daughters were taken away

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Chapter 1 Susan

The year I graduated high school, my girlfriend Barbara, whom I had been dating for several months, told me she was pregnant. A week after finding out, we got married.

Strictly speaking, we weren't in love; we were just together. The reason I dated her was because she was the sexiest girl on the school cheerleading team, especially her enormous 34F breasts, which were famous throughout several nearby schools.

Marriage was a decision made out of necessity, but one I had no choice but to make. However, when we discovered she was carrying a girl, I felt extremely disappointed. I'm a man with very traditional values; a son is far more important than a daughter.

With a heavy heart, I tried my best to maintain the marriage, even giving up a readily available university education to find a job to support my family. Even now, I still wonder what would have happened if I had continued my studies.
The year I got married, I was only eighteen, a tall, handsome high school graduate with no opportunities in the job market.

After repeated job rejections and ridicule, I made a painful decision and started my own business: "Getting Things Done Limited."

Need help setting up your home VCR? Digital TV? Smartphone? Computer?

Look no further than me.

Need help assembling your kids' bikes? Or furniture like tables and chairs?

Give me a call.

At first, I was working hard all by myself, but as time went on and with some investment, the company grew. Now I have thirty-two employees, both men and women, all university graduates. Most of them are part-time workers, smart, and cheap, keeping costs low. I provide them with flexible working hours, the legal minimum wage, free lunch and dinner, and a hefty year-end bonus… if they stay until the end of the year. With

the company on track, my workload has decreased significantly. At least, I no longer have to go out personally. I just go to the company a few times a week to check on everything and make sure everything is running smoothly. Then I stay home, reviewing the profits and losses of stocks, bonds, and other investments.

As a middle-aged man who had just turned twenty-eight, I lived a leisurely life, had a successful career, and, more importantly… had plenty of money in my pocket.

Unfortunately, not everything was so perfect… my wife, with her large breasts, wasn't there to share it all.

After giving birth to my eldest daughter, Susan, Barbara bore me two more lovely daughters. However, six years ago, before my career had truly taken off, one afternoon I came home early and found this bitch lying naked on the bed, her enormous breasts jiggling, having an affair with a plumber.

Enraged, I smashed the adulterer's nose, and amidst his pleas, kicked the useless man out the door. Following a simple legal process, I divorced that adulterous woman.

Having relinquished custody, she disappeared from the sight of me and my three daughters. The last time I heard anything about her was when I heard she had moved to a nearby city, become addicted to drugs, and stood on the street every night, shaking her large, voluptuous breasts, selling her voluptuous and sexy body for a degrading and decadent life.
I don't know if this news was true or not, but it did give me a sense of pleasure.

Because of my divorce, I have been raising my three lovely daughters alone since I was twenty-two. Looking back on my life, I have never wanted to be the kind of man who gives up easily, so although it was indeed difficult, I still raised Susan, Jenny, and Michelle.

While striving for my career, I personally changed diapers for my daughters, fed them bottles, helped my three little darlings with potty training, and clumsily sang to them to sleep.

During the week, the nanny I hired helped a lot, but after six o'clock in the evening and throughout the weekend, the responsibility fell entirely on me.

As I knew from the beginning, being a father in a mother's role is not easy, but once I started, I wouldn't give up, and I was truly willing to sacrifice for my daughters.

There was only one thing that made me very uncomfortable. Being completely drained by caring for my three daughters, I had no time, energy, or interest in dating other women.

As a man in my prime, I naturally felt quite hungry and unsatisfied with this lonely life, so occasionally I would sneak off to some rave pubs in the city, spend some money on drinks, and meet some wild teenage girls.

Of course, my three precious daughters knew nothing about this. They were all so lovely, blonde-haired, blue-eyed little angels, and I didn't want these things to taint their hearts. My

eldest daughter, Susan, was independent and self-reliant; her intelligence was fully reflected in her outstanding academic performance. My second daughter, Jenny, was naturally quiet and loved housework; her cooking skills were comparable to adults, but her introverted personality made her easily shy when praised. As for the youngest, Michelle, she was a cute little girl who loved to stick to her father all day.

I often treated them like little girls who would never grow up, thinking that this father-daughter life of mutual dependence would continue until Susan was twelve years old and had her first period. Our lives only changed then.

Listening to my eldest daughter's half-whiny complaint about needing money for a new bra, I was forced to realize with surprise that she had become a teenager, no longer a little girl. Soon, she would need her own space, her own phone, and might even start dating.

After some consideration, I decided to do what other parents do: give my daughter birth control pills, so that one day I wouldn't have to angrily raise a grandchild who suddenly appeared.

But changes beyond my expectations happened one after another, until that night when my entire life was drastically altered.

That night, a storm came, thunder roared, and the wind howled as if trying to rip the roof off the house.
I couldn't sleep, and I kept thinking about the several newly hired female college graduates at the company, their revealing and provocative clothes, their seductive swaying hips as they walked. My heart was aroused, so I flipped through the latest issue of Playboy, my hand in my pants, masturbating.

Suddenly, there was a soft knocking at the door, followed by a sob that sounded almost like crying. I was jolted awake, remembering that Susan, though seemingly brave, had always been terrified of thunder.
"Dad, I can't sleep… I'm so scared. Can I hold you while I sleep?"

Her delicate voice sounded so innocent, but I was in an awkwardly aroused state, burning with desire.

Perhaps I should have loudly said "No" and sent my daughter back to her room…

"Okay, my darling daughter, come in."

The door opened, and the little angel, startled by the thunder, rushed in. Oh my god, she looked so adorable in her light blue pajamas.

But... what was even more captivating was her snow-white body, clearly exposed beneath her thin clothing. Though her curves were still quite immature, her breasts, inherited entirely from her mother, were surprisingly full and rounded at such a young age. Wearing a bra and cotton panties that hugged her delicate little bottom, she stirred my boiling blood.
When I held her in my arms, besides feeling the fullness of her breasts and the pleasure of rubbing against my chest, I also smelled a fragrance emanating from her body—a fragrance unique to a twelve-year-old girl, like a slightly unripe yet gradually ripening fruit, tempting one to pluck it.

My daughter and I embraced tightly. I held her close, gently comforting her anxieties. However, my penis, like a venomous snake, instinctively sought out her soft buttocks, repeatedly trying to bury itself deep within.

"Dad, there's something..."

"Baby, sleep."

Startled by my daughter's panic, I tried to fall asleep, but the noise of the storm, the burning desire in my heart, and the tempting sweet fragrance emanating from my daughter made it impossible. Instead, my erect penis grew harder and hotter. I struggled

for half an hour, the wind and rain outside still raging, just like my chaotic state of mind.

Driven by wicked thoughts, I suddenly reached out and cupped my daughter's full, snow-white breasts, which were beyond the reach of girls her age, gently caressing and circling them, letting my hand feel their roundness.

The strange sensation of playing with my own daughter's breasts brought me to a heightened excitement I hadn't felt in years. I unconsciously shifted my body, pressing Susan's round, white buttocks close to my hard, bulging crotch, and began to slowly rub them.

I had assumed my daughter was asleep, but unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, I heard her weak, chirping cry.

"Dad, Dad, what are you doing? Don't touch me, your...your hands...how could you do this? I'm your daughter..."

Susan's panicked cries didn't stop my burning desire. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my arm.

This little brat, she dared to bite me?

Overwhelmed with shock and anger, I instinctively defended myself, gripping the aching Susan even tighter, my mind racing with thoughts.

After the divorce, I sacrificed the best years of my life raising these little girls to adulthood, but what did I get in return? As they grew up, they started to rebel against me, to reject me, and now they're turning on me like this, ungrateful like their whore mother?

No way! I'm this girl's biological father, after all. Who gave her the right to rebel against me?

"Shut your dog mouth! You're just like your whore mother, ungrateful! When did you get the guts to talk to me like that? Let me tell you, I've put up with your dog mouth long enough, long enough!"

I roared angrily, giving Susan my final punishment order, "Take off that damned outfit of yours, get down on all fours, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

My harsh shout startled Susan. This was normal, because I had never scolded her like this before. Even for the biggest things, I would only give her a hard slap on the palm or a couple of spanks on the buttocks... Of course, she would always be properly dressed.

Actually, I don't know what came over me tonight, that I had become so ferocious, but I was certain that I couldn't stop.

While she was still lost in thought, I rushed forward, grabbed the collar of her robe, and ripped it open, revealing a simple little bra. The light blue bra couldn't contain her full breasts; judging by their size, they were probably a 30C.

I knew my daughter had started developing quite early, but… a twelve-year-old girl with a C-cup? I didn't know if this was inherited from her mother, or if kids these days just develop too well.

Her father's sudden change in demeanor terrified Susan, who cried out repeatedly, "No! No!" But I was consumed by lust and ignored her cries. Just like years ago with that big-breasted slut, I reached out and roughly grabbed her breasts.

"Ouch…" Hearing my daughter cry out in pain, I inwardly admired her. Even through the bra, she was still so bouncy; this girl had definitely inherited her mother's good looks.

At this moment, Susan seemed to come to her senses, remembering to resist, and her hands began to lash out at me. I quickly grabbed her hands, then pulled them away and ripped her light blue bra apart with a "whoosh," using it to bind her hands.

"Waaah... Daddy, no! I'm your own daughter! No... Waaah..."

Driven by urges, I couldn't hear anything else. Without a word, I pulled Susan down to my knees, pulling her pajama bottoms and white panties down to her calves, revealing her snow-white, smooth, and round buttocks.

I carefully admired every inch of my daughter's skin. Her round, full breasts looked very firm, the pink buds on the peaks fresh and tempting. Between her legs, sparse golden pubic hair clearly revealed her cute, tender vulva.

Susan struggled and rolled desperately, trying to break free from my knees, crying pitifully and begging me to stop. These unnecessary actions didn't elicit my pity, but only fueled my anger. I decided to teach this unruly girl a lesson in family ethics and respect, to make her understand who the master of this house was.
"Shut your mouth! I'm telling you, I'm going to spank you fourteen times. You better count carefully. If you miss even one... well, we'll start all over again."

Under this violent coercion, the frail Susan had no choice. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist and slapped her snow-white buttocks with the other.

"One (slap), two (slap), three (bang)... Ah! Good... Oh, I hate you! I hate you! Why did you hit me? Waaah... Four (slap slap), waaaah..."

"Smack!"

With the crisp sound of my hand slapping her buttocks, Susan's whole body began to tremble.

"Five... It hurts!"

Susan cried out loudly.

"It's supposed to hurt. This is your punishment for disobeying your father!"

I roared, forcefully slapping her other soft buttocks.

"Smack!"

"Ah...six..."

The tender skin of her snowy buttocks quickly turned red. Slapping on such elastic, tender flesh gave me indescribable pleasure.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Ah...it hurts...please have mercy!"

Under my relentless slapping, Susan wept uncontrollably, a complete mess of tears, not knowing how hard it had been to reach the end.

"Waaah...thirteen (smack)...fourteen."

After a round of slapping, my daughter's tender little snowy buttocks were now stained with a beautiful, intricate magenta handprint, appearing on her firm, fleshy buttocks.

Susan, seemingly exhausted, kept panting and dry heaving. Seeing her pitiful state, my anger gradually subsided, but at that moment, I made a life-changing decision: to rape my eldest daughter.

Without warning, I tossed my crying daughter onto the bed, then quickly grabbed her ankles, not giving her a chance to struggle, spreading her legs wide and holding them firmly, kissing her like a lustful devil.

"You little bitch, I bet you're not a virgin anymore. You young girls are all the same, slutty and cheap, not even graduated from school and already messing around with male students, pshaw! Let me tell you, if other men can have you, I can have you even more. At least, I'm the father who gave birth to your little cunt, you deserve to be fucked by me!"

I stood between Susan's legs, grinning maliciously, "Baby, Daddy's going to fuck your little cunt, tonight Daddy's going to fuck every part of your body."

"No, Daddy, you can't do this, I... I'm still a virgin, please go away, go away!"
Faced with imminent doom, an indescribable fear flashed in Susan's eyes. She cried out hoarsely, kicking her slender legs, but I held them tightly. I adjusted the position of my penis and began to force my way in.
At first, I lifted her legs, trying to spread them as wide as possible to expose my daughter's pure vulva. Then, I slowly touched those tender flesh with my penis. During this process, I had to use my hands to restrain Susan's hands, because she was like a wildcat, constantly trying to scratch my face with her nails.

Of course, given the huge difference in size between us, these little struggles were completely useless.

"Hey, my darling daughter, want to prove to Daddy that you're really a virgin? Are you ready?
I promise it will hurt."

As the head of my penis touched the supple hymen, I grinned maliciously at my daughter, and then with a hard and heavy thrust, I took her virginity amidst Susan's miserable screams.

God, my daughter's pussy is so tight, and it's fucking hot and burning!

While raping my own daughter, I lowered my head and sucked and played with her full C-cup breasts, laughing happily.

"Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it? From now on, you're mine. You're my daughter, my little slutty whore, my fucking toy. Accept it, every daughter is born to be fucked by her father."

In the ecstasy of orgasm, I shuddered and shot my thick semen deep into my daughter's tender little pussy without reservation.

After I pulled out my cock, exhausted but excited, Susan curled up her naked body and cried incessantly until she fainted from exhaustion.

Although she had just lost her virginity, the girl's body lying there still looked so pure and flawless, especially the bright red stain flowing down her snow-white thighs, which strongly stimulated the beast in my heart. As a result, not long after, I woke my daughter up and raped her again.

Afterwards, I threatened my daughter, telling her that no one would believe her lies and that she should give up on seeking help from strangers. I also forced her to start taking birth control pills. When I took her to get the pills, I explained to the doctor that my daughter had a boyfriend and that the pills were just in case.

When I spoke to the doctor like this, Susan always kept her head down and remained silent for a long time. There were no witnesses to my affair with her, and I kept warning her that if something happened to me, she would lose everything and end up on the streets. Even if she was placed in a foster family, she would be forced to separate from her two younger sisters, and her classmates at her new school would soon find out that she was a slut who had been sexually assaulted by her own father.

Susan was an outgoing and spoiled daughter, so from that time on, she always looked for opportunities to run away, but as soon as she returned home, she became taciturn, except for one time when she would shout particularly loudly.

"No! You beast...don't!"

On the same day I got the birth control pills, I dragged my eldest daughter into the room again, enjoying her innocent young body once more. This time, I made her lie face down on the edge of the bed, raising her tender little buttocks high, and fucked her newly deflowered cunt from behind in a doggy-style position.

Chapter Two: Jenny

For the next twelve months, I raped Susan several times a week on average, sometimes more. But to avoid suspicion and prevent her two younger sisters, Jenny and Michelle, from finding out, I usually bathed with Susan and had sex in the bathroom. During this process, she learned how to give her father's big penis oral sex.
But no man in the world is without greed. After Susan, I also became curious about the development of my other two daughters, wanting to know if they, who seemed innocent and cute, also had the same unexpected surprises for me as their older sister.

Originally, after they turned seven, I stopped bathing with them to avoid suspicion. But taking advantage of their protests about why their older sister could bathe with me, I brought them back into the bathroom and stripped the two little girls naked.
It was then that I realized I had indeed neglected my duty. Eleven-year-old Jenny's breasts had begun to develop, becoming small B-cup breasts. As for Michelle, although her chest was flat, it made me look forward to her future growth.

Besides bathing, I also found opportunities to enjoy myself elsewhere, especially when watching TV with my daughters. I would always find a chance to lift their skirts and let their little bottoms sit on my penis.

But the one I loved the most was still my eldest daughter, who could shake her butt and actually swallow my penis with her vagina.
To show that I was a generous and good father, Susan received more benefits than her younger sister. In addition to often having special nutritious milk sprayed on her face and snow-white breasts, Jenny and Michelle in my belly would often ask me when they could have their own telephone and radio like their older sister, and not be subject to a set sleep schedule.

I treated my eldest daughter, Susan, like an adult, like the mistress of the house. I bought her everything she wanted.

Gradually, Susan developed a habit: before or after I raped her, she would demand expensive luxury items, wanting me to buy them immediately, only to discard them after a few uses.
As a father, I was quite dissatisfied with Susan's extravagant and wasteful habits. What if one day she became independent and needed to maintain such a lavish lifestyle but didn't have enough financial resources? Would she become like those decadent young people, living on debt? I wouldn't allow that.

However, every time I saw her wiggling her snow-white buttocks and her increasingly full and firm breasts, being fucked by me like a wanton prostitute, I happily tolerated her little whims.

Not long after, three weeks after my second daughter, Jenny, turned twelve, she also had her first period.
I quickly prepared birth control pills for her.

Coincidentally, Susan asked to stay overnight at a friend's house that weekend. I wouldn't usually agree easily, but considering this was a good opportunity to start "training" Jenny, I made an exception and nodded.

Unlike her sister, Jenny was a well-behaved, sensible, and easily shy little thing. She had always been very obedient and listened to her father. I had to be patient with her and not hurt her fragile and delicate heart by being too hasty. On Friday night, Susan had already left. Before bed, I gave her milk and sleeping pills. After Michelle fell asleep, I simply took off my clothes and went into Jenny's room to help her take off her bathrobe.

Having learned from Susan's experience, I wasn't in a hurry this time. I simply held her delicate ankles, pulled her underwear down to her knees, spread her legs wide, and held her buttocks, carefully admiring her vulva.

I parted the sparse pubic hair to confirm the shape of my daughter's vulva. I saw that tender pink flower garden, slightly swollen, but the virgin's gate was tightly closed, leaving me no gap.

I gently rubbed her vulva, and soon the girl's body reacted, leaving my palm covered in her love juice. I put my hand in my mouth, tasting Jenny's virgin love juice, then parted her labia with my fingers, admiring them closely.

The vaginal walls seemed very tight, only slightly parted, and I couldn't resist sticking my tongue inside to lick.
"Hmm? Dad, what are you... doing? Ah!"

This action woke Jenny, startled from her sweet dream. After being taken aback by my actions, her eyes widened instantly, and she cried out in alarm and innocence,

"Dad! You can't do this..."

Before she could finish speaking, I covered her mouth and forcefully stuffed her panties inside, leaving her only able to let out muffled moans. And I, in the midst of my excitement, greedily licked the ever-blooming flower between her legs.
"Ugh...ugh...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Even with the panties stuffed in her mouth, Jenny couldn't resist the strange sensations coming from her lower body, frequently letting out screams.

I stretched out my tongue, licking the moist flesh, and with my skillful technique, Jenny's nectar flowed incessantly, some even dripping down her buttocks onto the ground. I was incredibly excited, so I sucked hard, and with a "hiss," almost all the nectar was sucked into my mouth.

"Ugh...ah...ah!"

Jenny screamed long, her vagina contracting incessantly. I got up and looked, and my second daughter's eyes were rolled back, her head slightly tilted back, her small mouth stuffed with panties, making "ah...ah" breathing sounds, her rapid panting causing her small breasts, which had already developed into B-cup breasts, to sway incessantly.

At this moment, I was aroused, so I took the panties out of her mouth and happily praised her.

"Jenny, you're really great. Your sister doesn't have an orgasm as easily as you... Daddy will be more gentle with you from now on."

Jenny turned her face away after hearing my praise, a few tears welling in the corners of her round eyes, her little mouth tightly shut, looking quite pitiful.

I resumed my assault, placing my hands on Jenny's lower abdomen and gently rubbing. Her body trembled slightly, seemingly very aggrieved, but unlike her sister's first time, she didn't resist fiercely, causing me any inconvenience. Noticing this, I slowly moved my hands upwards, grasping her soft, snow-white B-cup breasts.

"Ooh...it hurts...Daddy, don't do this..."

Jenny cried softly, her body trembling even more violently. I squeezed her soft, snow-white breasts tightly, deforming them in my palms, and said, "Does it hurt? My darling daughter, did Daddy hurt you? But that's how things are. Just bear with it for a bit, and you'll be even more excited than you were during your orgasm."

Hearing my advice, my daughter excitedly shook her head from side to side.

"Ugh...no...no...ugh..."

Amid Jenny's cries of anguish, I pushed my penis forward, only to feel a sharp pain in the head of my penis. The hymen, making its last stand, blocked the way, and I couldn't penetrate. I cursed under my breath, parted her labia with my fingers, and slowly guided my penis deeper. After a moment, the entire head was inside.

"Oh..."

I let out a lewd howl. Jenny's vagina, being forcibly entered for the first time, reacted violently to the rapist, first contracting and trembling incessantly, then tightly clamping the head of my penis between the walls, making it difficult to move in or out.

Jenny felt unprecedented pain, her large eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her nails clenched so tightly they dug into her hands, her mouth wide open, emitting "ah...ah" sounds, seemingly trying to lessen the pain in her lower body by making sounds.

I slowly adjusted to the tight pressure of her virgin vagina, thinking it was time, so I bent down and spoke to my daughter face to face.

"Baby, Daddy will count to three and then I'll put it in. Then you'll be a little woman."

Jenny, hearing this, shed tears, looking at me like a lamb being led to the slaughter.

"One...two..."

Jenny pleaded weakly as I counted down, "No, Daddy, please let me go! My teacher taught us that a girl's virginity is to be given to her husband...sigh!"

To save her virginity for her future husband? Such a ridiculous and outdated idea almost made me laugh. Without saying much, I thrust my hips forward, taking the lead over my future son-in-law, and then said "three."

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts..."

Jenny cried out in pain as my penis brutally pierced her hymen. Except for her small, tender breasts, which I held firmly in my hands, her entire body was forced backward.

At this point, I wasn't in a hurry to attack, slowly enjoying the pleasure of deflowering her. A virgin is indeed a virgin; her vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, leaving no gaps. A warm sensation spread through my glans, an indescribable pleasure.

I slowly withdrew my penis, leaving only the glans embedded, then, using her breasts for leverage, I thrust forward with all my might, and with a "pop," it slid in completely.

"Ouch...ouch..."

Jenny screamed, her head thrown back, ravaged like a candle in the wind, her head shaking violently. A trickle of virgin blood flowed from her vulva to the ground, her body trembling intensely.

"Shh, baby, be quiet, don't make a fuss, Daddy's going to help you grow up, don't bother me...
uh, your little cunt is so tight, you're such a good daughter, um...it feels so good to fuck you, Daddy didn't raise you

for nothing." Jenny's painful cries seemed to cheer me on, making me thrust even harder, each stroke going all the way in. The two different genitals collided, making a slapping sound, incredibly beautiful.

"Baby, don't lie there so stiffly. Shake your butt like your sister, that's what Daddy likes... Hmm, good girl, now open your mouth and let Daddy suck your tongue... Yes, that's it. Okay, now Daddy will try out my baby daughter's breasts, see how they're developing."

Having her virginity defiled by her father, Jenny cried incessantly throughout the process, while I freely manipulated her body, performing many lewd positions I had long dreamed of.

It felt good, but I felt a little unsatisfied. Therefore, I decided to explore another virgin flower on Jenny's body—her tender anus, the tight anus of a twelve-year-old girl, would surely be the warmest and most comfortable place in the world.

Pulling out my penis, bringing out a patch of bloody semen, I prepared my daughter mentally.

"Jenny, my darling, Daddy wants you to roll over, put your hands on the bed, and stick your butt up a little higher, hmm... good girl, that's it. It'll hurt a little at first, but every woman in the world has to go through this."
"Dad, why? What did I do wrong? I'm sorry, I apologize, I promise I'll change, please don't punish me anymore, okay? My lower part hurts so much..."

"Oh, my little darling, you didn't do anything wrong, Daddy just wants to fuck you. I'm your father, so your whole body is mine. My good daughter, your asshole looks so cute, Daddy wants to cum inside you again. I promise, it won't hurt so much next time."

I thrust my hips forward, and my entire penis instantly disappeared into Jenny's ass. Even though there was lubricant on my penis, because the intestinal walls were so tight, after such a forceful thrust, my entire penis felt like it was peeling off.

Jenny started crying loudly again from the pain. I struggled to thrust my penis in and out; there was no resistance at the end, allowing me to push it in as far as I wanted.

As my penis pushed in, her buttocks would touch the outside. I reached out and pressed her firm buttocks, spreading them apart to allow my penis to penetrate deeper.

After thrusting for a while, Jenny, probably exhausted from crying, could no longer support herself with her elbows, and her upper body went limp on the bed, her consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.

"Ah... that hard thing, it's about to burst my stomach..."

As she tireed, her anus loosened, and I increased the speed of my thrusts, ejaculating soon after.

It was an incredibly pleasurable experience, but since inserting my penis into my daughter's anus was a spur-of-the-moment decision, some unexpected results occurred.

When I pulled my penis out, it inevitably got covered in feces and semen, but Jenny seemed extremely uncomfortable, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.

Just as I was about to ask, a foul odor suddenly filled my nostrils. I saw the enlarged anus, making a few "plop, plop"
sounds, releasing brownish mucus. The pink anus, like a fish's mouth, opened and closed frequently.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Following the mucus, Jenny seemed extremely ashamed, burying her head deep in the pillow. With a sob, her lower abdomen twitched, and she expelled a soft, yellow stool, which fell to the floor, instantly staining her snow-white buttocks brown.

This unexpected change left me speechless. It took considerable effort to clean up the scene, and I reminded myself to be more prepared next time.

After I carried her to the bathroom and washed her, Jenny lay back on the bed.

Unlike her unruly sister, Jenny didn't resist fiercely, didn't try to escape, and didn't even utter those annoying curses and screams.

None of that.

She simply wept quietly like a good girl, mourning her lost innocence.

The next day, I didn't touch Jenny again, letting her rest. When Susan returned home Sunday night and noticed her sister's unusual behavior, she was trembling with rage, like an angry mother cat, hitting and scratching me, calling me the most inhuman dog in the world.

The result… of course, was that I pinned her to the bed, gave her a good spanking, and then thoroughly fucked her little asshole.

That's how things were settled. Since having my two daughters, my sex life has become much more varied. Sometimes I rape one of them, but sometimes the three of us have sex together.

I threaten them that if they don't comply, they'll be kicked out of the house, living a dirty and filthy life like beggars on TV. Of course, if they're obedient daughters who lick their father's penis and get fucked in bed, then I'll give them everything they want.

Susan remained a stubborn and willful girl, always deliberately defying me. Even when I bought her things as she asked, she would often find opportunities to cause trouble or deliberately avoid me, far less obedient than Jenny. Jenny never asked for anything, and even when I occasionally tried to buy her something, she would shake her head and say no, behaving like a virtuous little housewife.

However, both of them adhered to basic rules and didn't publicize our family's shameful affair.

This happy family life lasted only nine months before I discovered that getting hooked was a terrible thing, because I couldn't wait for my youngest daughter, Michelle, to start her period.

While she didn't have any issues with menstruation, I could even save on birth control pills, which would be much simpler.
After a brief consideration, I decided to let her join her sisters, but this time I didn't want to be careless and wanted a memorable occasion.

After some consideration, I hired someone to thoroughly clean the backyard swimming pool and added slides, diving boards, and other toys, making it look brand new as a gift for my youngest daughter's tenth birthday. The girls, being naturally playful, were overjoyed at the sight of the new pool and couldn't wait to try it out.
I told them to wait until the morning of her birthday. After breakfast, I gave each of them a swimsuit, and the three sisters exclaimed in unison, rushing back to their room to change and get ready for a swim.

After changing into my swim trunks and putting on a towel, I prepared to go out, but then I heard laughter, playful shouts, and splashing water coming from the backyard. A thought struck me: if I suddenly appeared, I might spoil the atmosphere. After all, as Susan and Jenny have grown older, they've been deliberately avoiding me when changing clothes. Right now, the three sisters were having so much fun; Michelle might not notice if I suddenly appeared, but Susan and Jenny would definitely try to hide it.

Thinking this way, I wasn't in a hurry to go out. Instead, I went around to the poolside and, from behind a glass door, secretly filmed my three daughters splashing and playing in the pool with my V8 camera.

Chapter 3 Michelle

Susan swam back and forth in the pool like a mermaid, wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit with a V-shaped opening at the chest that went all the way to her navel, secured by several gleaming silver chains; the back had the same design. Her half-exposed D-cup breasts created a sexy cleavage, and the light blue swimsuit clung tightly to her milky white skin, creating a striking contrast.

Jenny stood half-standing in the pool, splashing water with her sister. She wore a milky white two-piece swimsuit, a tank top and a skirt-like bottom, paired with white tights that only reached her upper thighs; the tank top, wet from playing in the water, not only clung to her skin but also became semi-transparent, perfectly emphasizing her alluring curves. The tank top barely covered her large breasts; the narrow fabric squeezed her mounds tightly, revealing a deep cleavage.

Susan was a year older than Jenny, and her breasts had developed much earlier, already a respectable D-cup at fifteen. But since I deflowered Jenny, because of her gentle and obedient nature, she had been fucked far more often than her sister. As a result of being overwhelmed by male hormones, her breasts swelled rapidly like two inflated balloons, reaching a D-cup before she was even fourteen. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before she surpassed me.
My gaze drifted to the water slide by the pool, where I found Michelle dodging her sister's splashes. She was wearing a leopard-print bikini, laughing innocently and happily.

Looking at her beautiful face, I felt a wave of dizziness; her pure and pristine body was beyond words.

Her bright blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed playfully behind her head. Her breasts, remarkably large for a ten-year-old girl, stood erect like two adorable little white doves. Since the shot only captured her profile, the lens showed a delicate curve from her neck to her waist, followed by her snow-white bottom tightly encased in leopard-print swim trunks, and then her long, slender legs—her thighs were also quite thin, perhaps due to her young age.
"Hey, stop splashing me!"

"Hehe, it's your birthday today."

While capturing my daughters' joyful laughter, I couldn't resist secretly giving my poor little penis a few rubs before slowly approaching from the shade of the trees, trying not to be noticed.

Three little angels of different beauty—one wild and fiery, one gentle and quiet, one innocent and pure—swam and played in the pool, laughing and frolicking, unaware that their swimsuits were soaked and barely concealed their bodies, revealing their two pink nipples peeking out from under the thin fabric. Jenny and her sister were having so much fun that their swimsuits had shifted, revealing most of their ample breasts above the water.

But it wasn't just their breasts that were captivating. As the three sisters swam together, their buttocks floated on the surface, their beautiful bottoms swaying and their swimsuits shifting, revealing even more of their white, tender buttocks.

Watching my three daughters' breasts bobbing and their buttocks swaying in the water, my penis was as hard as a spear ready for battle, throbbing gently in my pants—it was incredibly uncomfortable. I quickly put my V8 on the table, set it to automatic recording, and then jumped into the water with a splash.

Water splashed everywhere, and my daughters screamed and dodged away. Michelle, seeing me finally in the water, laughed happily, completely unaware that as soon as I entered the water, I positioned myself next to Jenny, wrapped my arm around her slender waist, and led her to a corner near the slide while gently massaging my hard penis through her swimsuit.

Jenny tried to dodge, but I held her firmly, and she couldn't break free. In the end, she quickly gave in, nimbly moving her slender fingers to reach into her swim trunks. Besides stroking my penis, she also teased my testicles from time to time.

I let out a sound of pleasure, and I heard Michelle curiously asking her older sister why Daddy and her second sister weren't coming out to play. Susan, on the other hand, was furious and tried to pull her younger sister away so she wouldn't witness the shameful incestuous act between father and daughter.
But it was too late. As I reached my climax in a state of heightened excitement, I ejaculated with unparalleled pleasure, and a pool of thick, white fluid immediately floated to the surface of the water.

Susan screamed and hurriedly pulled Michelle out of the pool, went inside to change, and ended this uniquely meaningful birthday celebration.

That evening, after my youngest daughter had finished her tenth birthday cake, I called all three daughters to the bedroom and told them to undress and lie on the big bed.

Jenny was the first to silently agree. Susan snorted and pointed her finger at me, cursing me as a beast who wouldn't even spare his own daughters. But after I picked up a wooden board and hit her firm buttocks twice, she obediently lay down on the floor.

Michelle was completely bewildered. Seeing her two older sisters like this, she thought they were playing some kind of family game. She happily took off her top, then quickly pulled off her shorts and underwear, kicked them aside, and lay face down on the floor.

It was truly an indescribably lewd sight: three tender, snow-white buttocks, and peach-pink, sexy vulvas, lined up side by side, waiting for my, her father's, favor.

I sat on the bed, grasped my semi-erect penis, and while stroking it, I made Michelle open her little mouth and lick it hard with her smooth, fragrant tongue.

At first, Michelle struggled, refusing to lick "Daddy's pee," but after I poured her favorite chocolate sauce on my penis and repeatedly assured her that it would make her father happy, she finally timidly stuck out her tongue and, like eating ice cream, licked the purplish-red glans bit by bit.

Poor Michelle had no idea what was about to happen to her, nor did she know that the "stinky thing" she was now shaking her little head and diligently licking and sucking with her little mouth was the weapon that would soon deflower her. She was just busy giving me oral sex, trying to please her father.

As for her two older sisters lying on the ground, Susan's eyes were filled with resentment and contempt, while Jenny had a sad expression of not being able to bear watching. But under my threatening gaze, neither of them said anything they shouldn't.

The image of the young girl's tender, snow-white body, and her innocent and pure expression as she performed filthy and obscene actions, created a wicked scene that gave me a powerful climax that only sexual intercourse could bring.

Soon, I ejaculated thick, white semen onto my daughter's sweet and lovely face. Perhaps because of the chocolate sauce, Michelle didn't vomit like Susan when she first tasted semen, disgusted by the strong, fishy smell. Instead, she licked it with relish, greedily scraping the white, cloudy semen from her little face and slowly eating it.
"Hehe, so delicious, Daddy. Did I make you happy just now? I don't know if I did it right, but if you teach me how to do it, Michelle will do better next time."

When my little daughter innocently giggled and climbed onto my lap, her delicate skin rubbing against mine, saying things to please her father, I was instantly excited beyond control. I picked Michelle up and put her still-erect penis back in without saying a word.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Because of the haste, Michelle's little mouth, with my penis in it, choked and coughed repeatedly, saliva spurting from her mouth.

Jenny, who was lying on the ground, immediately knelt up upon hearing the coughing, her naked body leaning over to gently pat her sister's back to soothe her discomfort. With Jenny taking over, I grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head back and forth while sucking my cock, pushing the head of my penis deep into her throat repeatedly.

The urge to ejaculate quickly arose, but rather than spraying into my daughters' soft little mouths, I preferred to implant myself inside them.

Suppressing the urge to ejaculate, while my penis was still rock hard, I got up from the bed and went behind Susan, who was lying face down on the floor. Holding her plump, round buttocks, which had been moistened by my semen for a long time, I pressed the head of my penis against her fleshy anus, ready to penetrate.

"You pervert! You beast! You raped us, you raped your own daughter, you have no humanity… Ahhhhh!"
Amidst Susan's gritted teeth and curses, I began to fuck this unruly woman's tender anus, raping her while slapping her soft, white buttocks hard, making a loud slapping sound.

Throughout the entire process, Susan was like an untamed wild horse, violently thrashing her body, trying to throw me off and even try to tear me apart. But she didn't realize that her violent movements caused her round, white breasts to sway in alluring waves, and every time she forcefully slammed her round buttocks back, I matched the rhythm, thrusting harder and more fiercely into her little asshole.

It was truly a satisfying taming experience. Finally, Susan collapsed, exhausted, with a long, mournful cry.

Then, I went behind Jenny, this quiet and obedient daughter. Although she still had her buttocks raised high, she burst into tears before I could even get close.

"Please, Dad, don't do that, it really hurts... I'm willing to help you ejaculate in other ways, but please don't put it in my ass, please..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, my little darling, but Daddy is always fair to you sisters. See your sister? Daddy can't be biased, so spread your legs a little, and relax your cute little asshole. Just a few more times and it won't hurt anymore."

Jenny bit her lower lip tightly and didn't say another word. After I fucked her for about ten minutes, before I felt like I was going to ejaculate, I reluctantly pulled out of Jenny's white and smooth buttocks.

"Snowy baby, tomorrow you'll become a little woman. Daddy loves you, so I won't fuck your ass tonight, but you have to give your virginity to Daddy. Also, you two, tonight our family should have a good time. I want everyone to enjoy themselves, so Daddy is going to teach you something new."

I started giving orders to my daughter.

"Susan, lean your head over this side of the bed, open your legs... you stupid bitch, can't you move your ass around too? Yes, right here, Jenny, you get behind your sister and lick her cunt, hmm, how can she enjoy it if you don't stick your tongue in? Aren't you sisters usually very close?"

After taking care of my eldest daughter, I certainly wouldn't favor one over the other.

"Okay, Jenny, now it's your turn, spread your legs wider, Xue'er. Daddy wants you to learn from your sister and go behind your second sister's ass and lick her tender hole. Think about how much your second sister usually dotes on you, why don't you take this opportunity to repay her? Okay, keep licking, but lift your little ass up, yes, stick it up higher, so Daddy can fuck you better."

Admiring the beautiful scene before me made me pause for a moment, but any man in this world would feel it was worth it.
Three beautiful twin sisters, naked with their snow-white bodies, intertwined, licking each other's vulvas, their intimate and loving expressions...

tsk tsk, it seems my precious daughters, when they're being intimate with each other, give their all and hold nothing back when they're having sex with me.

Michelle, that little darling, is especially good at it, parting her sparse golden hair and sucking on her sister's vulva, completely unconcerned about the filth dripping down, while swaying her white and tender little snow-white buttocks. Watching this, my lust burns fiercely, my penis tightly gripped, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Daddy, am I doing the right thing? Will doing this make you happy? Hmm, my sister's pee-pee isn't as tasty as Daddy's penis...Daddy, have I become a woman already? You said I'd become a little woman tonight."

Because her mouth was filled with the honey-like fluid from her sister's vulva, the little daughter's voice was muffled, but I was amused by her innocent words.

Little girl, since you're in such a hurry to grow up, Daddy will help you.

I smeared saliva evenly on the opening and the walls of her vagina. The muscles inside rhythmically gripped my fingers, seemingly resisting the entry of a foreign object. Then, I spat a little more onto the head of my penis and prepared to enter her. When the head of my penis pressed against the slit, I first lifted one of her legs, used my fingers to pry open her tender labia, revealing the contracting vaginal opening, and tried to insert the head of my penis.

At first, Michelle was all smiles, but when the vaginal opening swallowed half of the head of my penis, she started to cry out.
"Ah...it hurts...Daddy...no...it can't go in, Michelle hurts so much...Michelle doesn't want to..."

I decided to go for it regardless, pushing my penis forward. Michelle cried out a few more times, and after the head of my penis was fully inside, it was pushed out again by the strong contractions. It really felt completely different to fuck a child. Just that one grip on the head of my penis almost made me ejaculate.

Susan and Jenny stopped what they were doing, each watching with different expressions as their little sister was deflowered.
From the very beginning, Michelle's face was covered in tears, and she sobbed, "Daddy...it hurts so much...I don't want to...I don't want to be a woman anymore..."

"It hurts now, but it will feel better soon. Aren't you Daddy's good daughter? How can you disappoint Daddy?"

Michelle nodded, and I peeled open her tender opening again. This time, because the opening was already covered with saliva from my glans, it slid in easily. I gently pushed, inserting my penis a little further. The small, narrow opening gripped my penis tightly, and I had to use a little force to prevent it from slipping out.

The little girl's breathing became rapid, and sweat appeared on her forehead. Jenny leaned over and reached out to wipe the sweat from her bangs. I then pushed in forcefully, and before I had even inserted a third of my penis, I reached her hymen.

"Is it comfortable?"

"A little better...but it still hurts so much...my urethra hurts so much it feels like it's going to split open..."

Without offering any more comfort, I leaned back, pulled my penis in, and thrust it in with all my might. With a "plop," a little over half of my penis was instantly inside the little girl's tender vagina. Her eyes widened, then tears welled up, and she let out an extremely sharp scream.

Although only half of it was inside, the glans was already pressing against her clitoris, and her tender uterus was throbbing like a heartbeat. Blood seeped from the crease between the penis and her labia.

The two older sisters made their move. Susan squeezed under Michelle, licking her stiff little nipples to soothe her pain. Jenny, after a brief hesitation, gently kissed her younger sister's mouth shut. Judging from her expression, the little girl was crying out in excruciating pain. If it weren't for her older sisters comforting her like this, she might have really disturbed the neighbors.

The burning flesh walls remained contracted and tight. Michelle seemed to be using all her strength to resist the pain from her lower body. I was worried it might cause vaginal spasms, but thankfully, after her two older sisters comforted her, the little girl stopped crying and her body relaxed, as did her vagina.

I told Jenny to stop kissing her and give Michelle time to catch her breath. Her chest heaved violently, snot and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and pleaded,

"Daddy, it hurts so much... I... I think I'm bleeding down there... Michelle doesn't want it anymore... Waaah..."
Michelle cried even more pitifully than her two older sisters had when they lost their virginity. But I continued to thrust my penis in and out, each thrust rubbing against the wound, causing her to moan softly each time.

However, with Susan and Jenny licking her breasts and rubbing her clitoris, she gradually stopped crying, just gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, seemingly able to bear it.

The little girl's tender vagina clung to my penis, the walls of her vagina beginning to secrete a small amount of love fluid. The sticky, honey-like flesh was soft and slippery like jelly, yet strangely tight around my cock.

My movements became increasingly vigorous, until I almost pulled the entire length out of her vagina before shoving it back in. When I went in, it almost rolled into her labia, and when I pulled out, it felt like I was dragging out the tender flesh inside. This was because her vagina was so small and tight; perhaps I really should have waited a couple more years.

I thrust in and out like a madman, my testicles slapping against her snow-white buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound. Michelle's breathing became increasingly rapid, her mouth unable to close, constantly panting, sweat dripping down her face.
Finally, Michelle suddenly cried out "Ugh!", her whole body stiffening as if in a spasm, her vagina contracting and spurting out a stream of thick, sticky fluid. Then, her body went limp, and she exhaled heavily.
As the tender vaginal muscles loosened, I ejaculated the most thick semen of my life, soaking my penis in the sticky, warm flesh before withdrawing.

The moment the head of my penis left Michelle's body, semen gushed from the opening, along with churned, murky fluid and, of course, bright red virgin blood.

Jenny had already prepared several clean tissues and came closer, gently and carefully wiping her sister's vulva. The flesh, swollen and red from being penetrated, was contorted and contracted. Even after wiping with tissues, the grayish-white, reddish-brown, murky liquid continued to slowly flow…

Susan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her two naked sisters, then at her youngest sister's slender legs that could not be closed, and finally glared at me fiercely, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke with hatred.

"Beast... He even slept with his own daughters... He's slept with all three of them, he's inhuman... Waaah..." The day after
her

first time, Michelle had a fever. I didn't dare call a doctor, so I just gave her fever reducers and anti-inflammatory medicine. She stayed in bed for two days, but once she could get out of bed, she was full of energy again.
A ten-year-old girl, she only vaguely understood sex and didn't understand the importance of chastity. Aside from being afraid of pain, she had no other psychological burden. With my patient guidance, she quickly reconciled with me, clinging to me and acting cute, before I took her to bed.

The first few times weren't smooth, but I slowly found a way. I used lubricant, made Michelle relax before each sexual encounter, and had Jenny kiss and touch her breasts. After a few times, the little girl began to experience pleasure, and later she would even cling to me, actively asking for sex.

For the next two years, I lived a very fortunate life, enjoying the company of my three daughters who were gradually developing into beautiful young women.

If I wanted a passionate rape, I would summon Susan, grab her by the hair, throw her onto the bed, and tear her expensive clothes off like a hungry tiger pouncing on a lamb, brutally raping her.

As Susan grew older, she looked more and more like her mother. With the same face and expression, I always loved to humiliate this unruly girl to satisfy a sense of revenge.

But sometimes, I also wanted to experience the taste of royalty, hoping for a beautiful woman to grovel before me like a slave, listening to her sobs in bed until she begged and cried out for mercy.

That's when my beloved Jenny came in handy… She was truly a good and adorable daughter, not only taking on all the household chores like a little mother, but also fulfilling the duties of a traditional housewife at night, offering her increasingly voluptuous and alluring youthful body.

Jenny especially hated me raping her ass; that tight, narrow little anus, as delicate as a newly sprouted daisy, was often broken and bled from my rough movements.

I enjoyed watching her cry out in pain and the pleasure that gradually developed in anal sex, but what I liked most was seeing her fear, pain, and deep sense of guilt on her face when she was violated by her father.

Of my three daughters, Jenny was the most diligent and earnest in prayer, especially after each act of incest with her father, which culminated in climax. She always liked to confess something to God.

As for Michelle, she was my most beloved little sweetheart.

Perhaps because I cherished her being the youngest, I always treated her very gently, whether cuddling or penetrating her, my movements were always soft and slow. Michelle, who always clung to me, now often slept in my bed, and at night, she transformed into a sweet little slut, automatically spreading her legs for passionate lovemaking with me.

In this pleasurable incestuous life, Susan and Jenny grew older and entered high school.

Susan had already received a scholarship upon entering high school, but what attracted her classmates' attention was not her excellent grades, but her full, towering 32E breasts that seemed about to burst out of her clothes.

Although Jenny's grades were average and she couldn't get a scholarship, she joined the school cheerleading team and became the captain. During every competition, she stood before a group of young girls, her movements dynamic and energetic. Beneath her red and white cheerleading uniform, her large, round F-cup breasts bounced like the most bouncy jelly, attracting everyone's attention and always bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

The two sisters' fame spread far and wide, just like their mother Barbara had been. A bunch of hot-blooded boys, aroused by their large breasts, vied to invite them out for drives, movies, and outings, often resulting in fights over them. It was even rumored that some male teachers at school couldn't resist the temptation and would steal glances at their towering breasts during class.

Michelle was incredibly envious of her two sisters' popularity. Fortunately, her sisters didn't need her supervision and had little interest in dating boys. Susan made no attempt to hide her hatred of men, while Jenny was like a frightened bird, terrified of the approach of strange men.

The three sisters are similar in build and usually have a lot to talk about. They're either exercising together to maintain their breasts' elasticity and firmness, or discussing where to buy large, attractive bras. Susan and Michelle often complain about shoulder pain and shortness of breath when running. Jenny occasionally says that her large breasts make housework inconvenient.

I'm pleased that my parenting approach was correct; at least Susan and Jenny haven't followed in their mother's footsteps, failing academically and relying solely on their natural assets—their large breasts—to attract men. Instead, they've grown into well-mannered and self-respecting young women. However

, even in this happiness, there's a small shadow. One summer during Jenny's first year of high school, one morning, the two sisters vomited up their ham and eggs while eating breakfast. They covered their mouths and ran to the sink to vomit.
Seeing this, I realized something was wrong. Recently, I hadn't given them birth control pills because I was worried about their development. Had something really happened?

Later, I found some anti-nausea medication and gave it to my two daughters. Their pregnancy symptoms lessened considerably, but the pregnancy couldn't be hidden forever; their bellies swelled up like balloons. Luckily, it was winter, and they were wearing thick coats, so it wasn't noticeable.

Of course, things couldn't continue like this. They were still high school students; how could I let pregnancy ruin their future?
I found a way to arrange for a doctor to abort the babies before anyone noticed.

Neither Susan nor Jenny objected to my decision. They knew very well what the consequences would be if they continued to attend school with their bellies, but that didn't mean they liked abortion. After that incident, Susan became even more rebellious, often staying out overnight at female classmates' houses. Jenny became even more taciturn, locking her Bible in a drawer and even stopping her usual prayers because… the God and scriptures she believed in considered abortion a grave sin.

And she was the most unfortunate one. Because Susan was often away from home, Michelle, who was gradually becoming more aware of the implications of incest, began to avoid me. Although she didn't show the same hatred towards me as her sister, the relationship between father and daughter wasn't as close as before. As a result, Jenny was the one who most often succumbed to my lewdness and was forced into bed to satisfy my lust.

...As a result of frequent intercourse, she aborted two children for me within a year.

I thought this kind of life could continue forever, but one night, things changed.
Barbara's mother, my former mother-in-law, came to visit her three granddaughters, but I was so engrossed in my lust that I missed the doorbell.

Susan, who had just returned from outside and hadn't even had time to hide in her room, was grabbed by me, her eyes glaring at me as if spitting fire. I was standing naked in the living room, my mind filled with thoughts of how to wantonly play with the young girl's body before me.

"Susan, what are you waiting for? Kneel down here and lick your father's... uh, Mom, what are you doing here?"

No need for further nonsense, that vicious old bitch immediately called the police and social welfare center.

Amidst the wailing of numerous police cars, my three daughters were taken from home, while I was handcuffed, preparing to face a cruel life behind bars.

However, things weren't entirely hopeless. Jenny and Michelle supported my lies, saying I hadn't done anything wrong to them and was a rare good father.

Even Susan, that unruly girl, refused to admit the shameful fact that she had been having an affair with her own father for four years, serving as his sex slave for four years, so she refused to testify in court.

Even more fortunately, everyone knows that in court, money buys life and money buys death, and I just happened to be rich, able to afford the best lawyers.

In court, the lawyer fiercely debated with my former mother-in-law, and this vicious old woman had to admit that she hadn't witnessed me having sex with my daughters. The jury was unable to reach a consensus and reach a verdict, ultimately leading the judge to decide not to prosecute.

The law is always fair and just; I think I'll never forget the ugly sight of that old woman stamping her feet and weeping when the judge announced my immediate release and that I could take my daughters home

. However, things can't be perfect. When I returned home, Susan stood protectively in front of her two younger sisters, loudly warning that if I misbehaved them again, she would sue me. Despite my anger, given what had happened, to avoid danger, I had to restrain myself and stop hitting my daughters.

The family relationship plummeted to a freezing point, the atmosphere incredibly strange, and what ended this was the daughters' choice to leave home. In less than three years, all my daughters were no longer by my side.

Susan was the first of the three daughters to leave independently.

She studied diligently, got into the University of Southern California, met a bright and academically excellent young man in graduate school, and the two quickly married.

After their marriage, the couple moved to California, living a lavish lifestyle: a mansion, several luxury cars, high-limit credit cards, and… a mountain of debt with 18% revolving interest.

Susan had a penchant for reckless spending. This extravagant habit, ingrained since childhood, couldn't be changed simply by going to college and reading more books. Fortunately, it was the nascent high-tech industry of 1999, and both husband and wife were electronics and internet engineers. If they had worked together diligently, they could indeed have afforded such a high standard of living… if that short-lived young man hadn't been crushed to pieces in a car accident two years later.

Those two years from 1999 to 2001 are likely unforgettable for many. Back then, due to the dot-com bubble burst, on his way back from that bankrupt company, he didn't see the speeding truck… In short, human life is truly fragile.

Susan's world collapsed overnight. Her beloved husband died suddenly, and she lost her job due to the stock market crash. All her stocks became worthless. Worse still, she realized that she could not repay the huge debts she had accumulated in the past.

My eldest daughter quickly lost her mansion and luxury car. Because of her terrible credit record, she was even refused a small apartment. A once-proud female master's graduate and a rising star in the electronics industry was now on the verge of homelessness.

When I last received her call, she seemed to want to say something, but the noise was too loud to understand. Then came the monotonous, time-out message, followed by a series of beeps.

As for my second daughter, Jenny, she had already moved out. Perhaps eager to leave home, she dropped out of high school and found a job. At nineteen, she married a middle-aged manager much older than her.

I didn't attend their meager wedding, nor did I offer my blessings, because I knew that wrong choices wouldn't yield the right results.

And I was right. Soon after the marriage, her husband revealed his true colors: a violent, irritable, alcoholic, and gambling scoundrel.

Poverty breeds misery; what kind of harmonious life could they possibly have? I heard that the couple had a falling out and often fought, which sometimes involved the police, but I didn't know the exact situation until one day I went to a video store, and the male clerk recommended a movie to me.

"G-cup: My Slut Wife!"
The cover featured a blonde, red-lipped, heavily made-up, seductive woman. Her long, wavy blonde hair, half-open, slender eyes, and slightly pouting, full red lips exuded a sexy, lustful aura that aroused every man's desire. The elastic pants tightly wrapped around her thighs and buttocks revealed the outline of her vulva, and even the shape of her labia majora was clearly visible. But what was most eye-catching was the pair of round, snow-white G-cup breasts she held in her hands, so round and large, like the sweetest, juiciest fruits of a bountiful harvest, waiting for their patrons to savor them.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Was this alluring, seductive woman, her brows brimming with lust, really my gentle, quiet, and introverted daughter, Jenny? How could she have become like this? And even made such lewd pornographic films?

No father wants to believe such a thing, but I had to accept the reality before my eyes, especially when the familiar face appeared on the screen, hungrily licking the penises she held, an expression of extreme satisfaction on her face, her hips swaying, her snow-white, round breasts rippling like waves, as the black man's penis rapidly thrust in and out of her cunt, finally, amidst wanton moans, three men ejaculated onto her flawless white body.

Sitting blankly on the sofa, I didn't even know when the film ended. When my mind cleared, I knew what had happened, but when I dialed Jenny's number, I discovered it had been changed hands; the original owner had moved and couldn't be contacted.

I frantically rushed into the video store, hoping to glean some information, but before I could even speak, the clerk preemptively said that every customer who rented this film came back to ask about it. He then pointed to a row of about seven or eight films next to him, saying they were all in the same series.

With heavy steps, I watched them one by one. The male leads ranged from white to black, and there were varying numbers of Asian men. The filming locations were a chaotic mix: forests, beaches, supermarkets, movie theaters, even roadside hot dog stands, but most were set in simple homes. The quality of the films was quite rough, yet they possessed a more realistic, self-portrait feel. And in every film, the female lead's wanton and seductive charm, her large, round breasts, were always the most captivating focus.

Compared to her two older sisters, Michelle was on a smooth, privileged path. After her two older sisters left home, she moved in with her grandmother to avoid my contact.

Although my beloved youngest daughter had also chosen to leave me, refusing to answer my calls and leaving my letters unanswered, I was still willing to pay her tuition and fees when the news came that she had been admitted to university with excellent grades, and I had high hopes for her.

Unfortunately, fate intervened. From an old news article in a tabloid, I learned that she had been associating with a group of delinquent girls at university, using drugs, stealing, and ultimately being expelled.

This was a devastating blow!

At first, I thought there had been a mistake, but after checking the name and school, everything was correct. And in the corner of that black-and-white photo, the scantily clad, rebellious-looking girl was none other than my precious youngest daughter.

I immediately called my ex-mother-in-law's house, and then I heard her hysterical screams.

"...She left with those bad friends, I don't know where she went. A neighbor said they saw her soliciting customers in a car. Oh, she's become a slut, just like her mother. Bill, you have to find her, you have to save your daughter."

The phone receiver fell limply from my hand. This blow was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

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