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 bed. On holidays, I share him with my mother and brother. However, this summer, my brother went camping, leaving me alone at home. My mother, on the other hand, is either busy with her golf game 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 was going camping with me. 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—it must have 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 jumped into my father's car and sat beside him. With the car stereo on, listening to upbeat music, and watching the scenery rush past the window, I occasionally glanced at my father beside me, a little surprised that he was traveling alone with me. Even so, I was genuinely happy. For my age, I am indeed a bit short, petite. Most of the boys at school thought so, but I have long brown hair, green eyes, and a pretty face; my cute appearance always draws compliments. My mother often says I have slightly upturned, very kind and sexy lips. Although I am petite, I exercise regularly and have a good physique, somewhat muscular, much like my father. I looked up at my father beside me; he was five feet nine inches tall, with brown hair mixed with some gray, and also had green eyes, only his lips weren't as sexy as mine. Regardless, I thought my father was very handsome. We arrived at the campsite in the evening. I took the camping gear from the car, and my father began to set up the pointed tent. After a long day in the car, I wasn't feeling like cooking, so I had sandwiches for dinner. After dinner, we decided to explore the area and discovered the campsite was situated on a slightly sloping spot. The sun was gradually setting, but it was still quite bright. It was truly beautiful! Gazing at the evening sunlight, the setting sun was like blood, constantly changing colors, with streaks of light passing through the pine trees in front of us. I walked ahead, with my father following behind. As we walked, I teased him, and we laughed and talked, our cheerful laughter echoing through the night sky. We looked down at the magnificent valley before us, covered in green grass and dotted with wildflowers—it was incredibly beautiful. Then, my father started playing around with me, pretending to push me over. I lost my balance and had to hold onto his belt tightly. I knew he didn't really mean to push me over; he was just joking. Just then, I felt my father's large hand on my back, gently stroking it back and forth. I had no choice but to move away from him. Unexpectedly, he pulled me around, turning me face to face with him. Then he embraced me warmly. This passionate embrace felt completely different from usual. I could feel his 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 tense slightly, and I finally pushed him away forcefully. But I still pretended it 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 was always 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, why don't we change into our pajamas, light a fire, and watch the stars all night? 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? No way! He's my father! How could I think that? But what could it be? Was it the dampness of the mountains? I stepped out of the tent. 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. He pulled me closer, letting me lean against him. His warm body felt so comforting. I rested my head on his shoulder. His hands started to wander, then tickled my armpits. I giggled and tried to wriggle away from him. But my father tightened his grip on me, and helpless, I had no choice but to give up struggling. Next, he pulled up my loose nightgown and pulled it off around my neck, revealing my entire youthful, perfect body to him. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but my wrists were already gripped, rendering me immobile. His hand rested on my stomach, slowly moving upwards until his large hand grasped my breast. With that squeeze, my nipples immediately hardened, feeling as if they were about to burst. This swollen, throbbing, and painful sensation was something I had never experienced before. His fingers moved across my breasts, gently tormenting them. I was terrified, yet also felt a strange pleasure, so I closed my eyes and slowly savored the sensation my father was giving me. Then I felt his head lean closer, beginning to suckle my nipples, while his hand firmly gripped my wrists, rendering me unable to resist. My consciousness began to fade, and I could only hear my own moans! The feeling was wonderful. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, naturally and wantonly lifting and swaying them. I never imagined such a lewd act would happen to me. All of this was something I had never experienced before, making me feel dizzy. My father sucked on my nipples forcefully, and at the same time, I felt his hands move down, between my legs. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him, yearning for his caresses. Finally, my father's hands slipped inside my shorts, touching my soaking wet genitals. I realized my face had turned hot and red. My father released my wrists and pulled down my shorts. He then 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 because I was so nervous, my legs remained tightly closed. To be honest, I was utterly terrified and wanted it to stop right then and there. It all felt like a dream, so unbelievable. My father and I were actually doing this. For a moment, I felt like I was 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 would often rub my clitoris with my fingers, but the feeling now was a hundred times better than that. The intense pleasure made me moan loudly, and I arched my hips, 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 simultaneously climbed up to my breasts, tormenting them with his fingers.My nipples. What was that feeling? It was so wonderful. Although my nipples were a little sore, deep inside me, this torment was so pleasurable. I started to feel confused. I didn't want him to stop. I could clearly feel my father's fingers stirring inside my vagina. My breathing became rapid, and my head shook. I was covered in sweat, and my body began to convulse. Waves of desire rose and fell, growing faster and stronger. I finally climaxed, and my juices gushed out. I groaned loudly, thrusting my vagina 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 breathing. In the midst of my heightened excitement, my wrists were bound by my father's underwear. Then my father stood up and looked down at me. I couldn't meet his gaze and suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and afraid. My father stood before me, and I could clearly see his enormous member bulging out of his pants. Finally, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his large, thick penis. It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's penis, and it was much larger than I'd imagined. His glans was huge, almost a purplish-red like the night sky. I stared at it, 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 tremendous change in my father's penis. His breathing became rapid. I was 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 it hurt a little inside, 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 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 step back. My hands were still bound, but I managed to stand up. Not knowing what to do, 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; it was a chilly August morning. I looked at my wrists, still bound. I thought for a moment and decided to step out of the tent and ask my father to untie me. When I came 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 incredibly 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 myself. 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 embraced me, and I felt a surge of love. My father kissed me on the forehead. "My darling, you're such a beautiful child," my father whispered. "I can't believe you're 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. "Wasting a pair of underwear just to embarrass you," 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 went back to the tent, grabbed my clothes, and ran to the camp 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 do it with me again, but could I even think that? I quickly washed up and ran back to the 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 came to a path. My father decided to give it a try, knowing I could handle it. We climbed, scaling huge boulders, and finally reached the summit. We didn't say a word the entire way, just focused intently on the ascent. Reaching the top, my father suggested it was time for lunch. I can't remember how long we'd been climbing, maybe several hours. I sat on a large rock, gazing 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 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 alright? I want your answer." Was he joking? "Dad, I'm fine. I'm so happy. Having you here is better than anything. I'm really okay!" I replied. My father stopped in front of me, put his hand on my shoulder, and lifted my chin, revealing my pretty face.I looked at 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 went 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 entangled it with his, and my skillful actions surprised him a little. We stood kissing each other, 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 and stood in front of me, and I saw the hardness between his legs. I became afraid and dared not look into his eyes again. He must have noticed my embarrassment, because he smiled at me and said, "Let's go back." We went back along the road, climbed down the mountain, and returned to our campsite. On the way, I kept thinking about what would happen tonight. At my father's suggestion, I washed my hands and face first, and then prepared tonight's dinner. When I returned from the bathroom, my father had already lit the stove, and we were quietly cooking dinner. We were probably both wondering 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 knew a lot about sex, from the girls at school. But he was my father. Could I do that with him? But I had no doubt that my father wanted me. It was okay to say it, but 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, and I really wanted to do it with him again. Especially with my wrists tied, although it was a little painful, the feeling was incredibly exciting. Honestly, pain could excite me! As I pondered this, 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 dinner of vegetable soup and fried eggs, we cleaned everything up thoroughly. We did nothing but sit facing each other, looking 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," and gestured for me to sit beside him. I sat 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 close like that, my father's hand slowly moving down my shoulder to my chest, until his large hand grasped one of my breasts. "Such full and beautiful breasts," he said, as if giving a comment. But I noticed his voice sounded slightly different. I chuckled involuntarily, feeling a slight ache in my chest. But my father didn't stop there. Through my flannel shirt, he began to fondle my breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting my nipples. Finally, he slipped his hand inside my shirt and continued to fondle them. "Do you like me playing with you like this?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy, it feels so good, really good," I answered breathlessly. I knew my voice was a little dry, and I could feel my vulva getting wet. I responded to my father's caresses. My father told me to take off my clothes. Without thinking, I unbuttoned them and slid my shirt down from my shoulders. He then told me to lie on the blanket, which I did. As he pressed against me and sucked on one of my nipples, I began to tremble. Then his hand moved down, loosened my jeans, and he knelt down, bent over, and pulled off my jeans, along with my underwear, leaving me lying naked. My father just stood there, staring at my naked body for a long time. "You're so beautiful. Do you like me kissing your labia? Daddy's darling little daughter," he asked exaggeratedly. 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, while he began to suck. I was already very wet, and I could clearly hear the sound of him sucking my juices. And he was playing with me with his fingers, so 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 so itchy, I was going 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. "Fuck me..." I whispered. "Daddy, I beg you, I need...I need you to fuck me, let Daddy's big penis go inside me." "My good girl, have you ever been fucked by anyone else?" he asked. "No, Dad. I've never been with anyone before," I told him the truth. I was still a virgin, except for once, and that was through my clothes. My father stood up, pulled down his pants, and knelt between my legs, pressing 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 thrust my hips upward. "You're so lewd, so eager for me to enter. Tell me, how much do you want from me?" he hissed at me. "Yes, Dad, please fuck me. I want the feeling of Dad's entire penis inside me. Please fuck me..." I cried and begged him to fuck me. My father moved slightly, and 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. My father thrust rhythmically, and I tried my best to meet his thrusts. 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 fucked by my father made me even more frenzied! I felt how big 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. "Let you fuck Daddy, my good girl, move your hips hard and fuck me, let Daddy ejaculate in your hot vagina." I used my knees and hips to start moving my hips up and down, letting my father's big penis keep going in and out of me. My sweat kept pouring down, but compared to that, it was nothing compared to the amount of vaginal fluid. My father also started thrusting his hips. Oh? That's right, my father seemed to be about to ejaculate. I knew he was coming soon, so I moved and teased him even faster. I tried to get him inside me as much as possible, and I was surprised when he played with my clitoris. "Let me cum, fuck me well, keep going... let's cum together, my good girl." He was close to orgasm. Finally, my father ejaculated. I could feel his first thrust, shooting deep into my uterus, and then I orgasmed, so intensely. I straddled my father, my body convulsing, and my vaginal fluid gushed out. I collapsed, resting my head on his chest, enjoying the afterglow of pleasure. My father still held me tightly, his penis still thrusting, 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 ending would feel so wonderful. We finished and lay down, embracing each other. I thought I had dozed off for a while and felt quite comfortable. My father whispered in my ear that we should get some sleep too. I slid down and stood up, only then realizing that my father's semen was flowing from my vagina. I couldn't resist tasting it, so I inserted my finger into his genitals, my finger becoming covered in semen. Then I put it in my mouth and licked it all away. I could even taste the saltiness 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 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 slutty woman?" I smiled brightly; I could hardly wait any longer.

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