My daughter and I on that stormy night

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To say a father has never sexually assaulted his daughter, I'll believe it; to say he's never had
any , I absolutely refuse to believe it! Think about it, when your daughter was just reaching puberty, when her two newly matured breasts
swayed in front of you, when her buttocks became full and round, didn't you have any thoughts after seeing that?
Anyone who says they've never noticed changes in their daughter's figure is lying, unless they're mentally ill. Now I
'll tell you about my daughter and my true experience.

One night, I was awakened by several claps of thunder. When I opened my eyes, I was startled by a figure beside the bed.
"Who?" I asked instinctively. "It's me." I looked closely in the lightning and saw it was my daughter. Before I
could ask anything else , she said in terror, "I'm scared!" Before she finished speaking, "Crack!" another series of claps of thunder. My daughter quickly
covered her head with her hands and curled up in the chair. "Then you can sleep in this room," I said. My daughter turned and went back to her room,
bringing her pillow and blanket and placing them beside me. I got up and placed my pillow at my feet,
and my daughter's pillow at the head of the bed. This way, the pillow was turned upside down, making things easier. After all, my daughter is twelve years old; it's better
to avoid this situation.

My daughter gently lay down, seemingly no longer afraid. We lay down head to toe, back to back. My daughter seemed no longer afraid, while I tried to continue my previous dream.
The rain outside had lessened, and the thunder wasn't as loud as before. Although the thunder and rain had subsided, lightning still occasionally
shone through the thin curtains, illuminating the room. My sleepiness seemed to have been driven away by the lightning. I turned over, turning my face towards
my daughter's side. I slowly opened my eyes, and my daughter's fair legs and feet came into view. I felt a little
distracted; the most sordid aspects of human nature surged from the depths of my heart. I stubbornly resisted with reason,
so I turned back to my daughter, lying back to back, trying to dispel the jumbled thoughts in my head. But
inexplicably , I turned around again. My daughter and I were like two magnets with the same poles facing each other—
impossible to place side by side. My half-open eyes unconsciously moved upwards from my daughter's calves, upwards, upwards, and upwards…

Because of the muggy weather, my daughter's blanket was only symbolically covering her waist. My curiosity drove me to
scan every inch of my daughter's skin like a PC. The intense light from the lightning shining into the room was many times stronger than the lamplight,
making my daughter's body appear even more delicate. Since we were facing each other head to toe, and my daughter had her legs curled up with her back
to me, her buttocks were completely exposed. Although the thunder had subsided, the lightning was still frequent, which
suited me perfectly . To be honest, this was the first time in my daughter's life that I had examined her body so closely, the first time
I had had such wicked thoughts. Even when my daughter was little and I wiped her bottom after she defecated, I had never carefully
observed her private parts.

Tonight, on this stormy night, with her mother on duty and her daughter running to my room out of fear of thunder,
all these factors led me to cross moral boundaries!

My daughter's white underwear was very small, preserving the shape of her entire vulva, especially the still
deep slit. A few fine hairs peeked out from the edge of the underwear, indicating that she was approaching maturity. Unconsciously,
I was already wet, and my penis was already erect. I couldn't help but gently masturbate. Soon I felt the urge to ejaculate,
and I thought I should get some toilet paper, so I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

At this moment, my daughter turned over, facing me. I thought, "Oh no, my plan is not going to work." I
grabbed a wad of toilet paper and went back to bed, lying down with my back to my daughter again. After a while, my daughter turned
over , and I turned over as well, in order to fulfill my previous intention. This time, my daughter
bent her upper thigh forward and stretched her lower thigh backward, maintaining a posture like a one-legged hop.

Another flash of lightning struck, and as I looked again at my daughter's mysterious area, I was astonished to find that her
entire large, plump labia majora were squeezed out, like a clam shell slightly open, revealing its tongue. The waistband of her pants was deeply embedded in that
crevice! A surge of heat rushed through my body, and my heart raced. I gently leaned closer, extending my long tongue
as if to lick, but dared not actually touch it. I wished I could transform into a snipe, inserting my long beak into my daughter's
clam shell , catching that plump tongue, letting her gently clamp me, and wrestling with her in the absence of a fisherman!
Suddenly, I realized something. I wondered if my daughter had done this on purpose, meaning that while I was in
the bathroom , she had "tampered with" it! Otherwise, how could such tight pants change position on their own?
Was she hinting at something? I pulled back to my original position, straightening my body slightly, making it easier to fully expose my penis.
I slowly stroked my penis, my eyes fixed on that "virgin territory," focusing on the pleasure. I was stroking my penis, staring at
my daughter's tantalizingly visible genitals, and couldn't help but recall an incident from last year…

It was a Sunday afternoon last summer, and I was home alone, watching a women's weightlifting competition on TV
. Around 3 p.m., my daughter came home from school; since it was Sunday, she got out early. She put down her schoolbag and
watched the competition with me. At that moment, a Chinese athlete had successfully completed the clean and jerk.

I casually said to my daughter, "Look at her, she lifted over 200 pounds so easily
. You couldn't even carry her on your back." "You could carry me? You couldn't even carry me!" my daughter retorted sarcastically. She then stood in
front of me. I immediately understood; she wanted me to carry her. I stood up and stood in front of her, half-squatting and bending down.
Before I could even steady myself, my daughter leaped onto my back like a cat and nestled against me, her arms draped over my
shoulders . I carried her buttocks behind me and started walking around the room. My daughter giggled and swayed from side to side,
her two firm little breasts rubbing against my back, her thick pubic fat padding against my waist.
I seemed to be a little distracted. It was the height of summer, and I was only wearing shorts, no underwear, and my penis was unruly
pushing forward. "Dad, put me down, I'll try carrying you." I put my daughter down, leaning forward to hide
the restlessness in my groin.

Without a word, my daughter grabbed my thighs and tried to carry me. Because of her weight, she leaned forward,
arching her buttocks backward, which landed squarely on my penis. My penis, already swollen, was now perfectly positioned
in her cleft, reaching its maximum length. My daughter seemed unconcerned, only focusing on arching her buttocks backward, but
she couldn't lift me. I felt a little embarrassed and said, "Okay, okay, I can't carry you." My daughter finally let go and straightened
up. I noticed that my daughter's short skirt was now bulging in her butt crack. I quickly sat down in a chair, pretending to watch
the game, while my mind raced like crazy. Because she had just entered puberty, her breasts hadn't developed enough yet...
She wasn't wearing a bra yet, just a tank top. So, when she was on my back, her breasts felt like they were rubbing against
my back, a very real sensation. "Go do your homework," I urged my daughter, my mind racing.

She immediately went into the toilet, and the sound of a thin stream gushing from the crack immediately followed—that
familiar "shh" whistling sound. I listened carefully, and from that familiar urination sound, I deduced that my daughter had been
playing excitedly. Because this time, her urine stream wasn't as strong as usual, and it took longer. I guessed that due to excitement,
her labia had become engorged and thickened, narrowing the urine stream, hence the
much thinner "whistling" sound. We have squat toilets, so the sound of urination is particularly loud; I can tell if it's
my daughter . My daughter's urination was strong and loud, with a few drops
falling clearly like raindrops into a basin at the end. Her mother's urination, while also loud, was less complete at the end. Based on my
observations of my daughter's genitals when she was little and my analysis of her mother's (since the daughter's body resembles her mother's!),
I deduce that my daughter's vulva is enlarged, with the labia minora tightly covered by the labia majora. When urinating, the urine stream
pushes open the labia minora and labia majora, creating a cavity around the urethral opening inside the labia minora, hence the
loud . After a flushing sound from the toilet, there was a rinsing sound from the faucet. This was
a hose I had attached to the faucet for rinsing. My daughter didn't emerge from the toilet for a long time; she seemed exhausted, as if she had just finished a weightlifting
competition . I then went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and started washing myself. Using the
slippery vigorously masturbated, savoring
the pleasure I felt from the impact of my daughter's breasts against my skin and the friction of my penis against her buttocks. I imagined her labia being parted by the urine stream as she urinated, and I imagined the scene when she washed
her genitals . Although I had just ejaculated that morning, a thick stream of white semen still spurted out.

From then on, whenever my daughter went into the bathroom, I listened intently. When her mother wasn't home, I would take out my penis
and masturbate for a while until she came out. Over time, I developed a craving for her voice and would even intentionally or unintentionally encourage
her to drink more water. While drinking more water is indeed beneficial, my goal was to get her to urinate more, thus
satisfying myself.

However, lying alone in bed with my daughter was a first for me.

The thunder and lightning had long since passed, the rain had stopped, and it was already daylight. I continued to gently masturbate, trying to control
the pace . When I felt the urge to ejaculate, I stopped immediately, and when the urge subsided slightly, I resumed stroking. I
usually masturbated like this to prolong the pleasure. Today, the pleasure was particularly intense; I didn't even dare touch it with my hand, for fear of
ejaculating. I lay flat on my back, adjusting the angle of my penis to a 90-degree angle, creating a "canopy"
around , with a gap at the edge. I then subtly pulled my crotch to one side,
exposing half of my scrotum to my daughter's view. I guessed she would turn over to face me soon.
Sure enough, she smacked her lips twice, turned her body towards me, and seemed to fall asleep.

I felt my daughter move slightly after turning over, as if adjusting her perspective. I slightly opened
my eyes , looking at my erect penis, imagining my daughter's feelings: she must be astonished: "Daddy's
thing is so big?" How did it get inside Mommy? That hairy thing down there, is that what the book calls
the scrotum ? Yes, my penis is very large; I measured it, exactly fourteen centimeters, which is considered large for a Chinese person.
I felt the bed move slightly. Perhaps at this moment, my daughter reached down, her middle finger sliding along the mons pubis into the vulva, moving back and forth on the
labia , occasionally pausing and teasing the clitoris. Suddenly, my daughter reached into my pants and
grabbed my penis, as if afraid it would run away.

Perhaps my daughter really couldn't take it anymore, so I reached my hand towards her genitals, gently
searching for . Ah, my daughter found the clitoris and gently rubbed it. My daughter began to breathe heavily, short and forceful.
I knew my daughter was excited and had reached an orgasm. I straightened my daughter, laid her flat on her back, straddled her
, pulled down her pants, buried my head in her genitals, and, using the dawn light, parted her labia majora. Two small,
pink, thin labia appeared before my eyes. My tongue involuntarily darted out, licking them wildly, swallowing
the secretions.

My daughter, after all, was a child who had never had sex; she simply silently enjoyed the pleasure I
brought , breathing heavily. Although I hadn't taken off my pants, my penis was already erect. I
pressed my daughter's hand onto my penis, saying, "Stroke it harder, harder!" She began to stroke my hard, large penis.
The clitoris above my daughter's labia minora was now the size of a pea, red and glistening. I
teased it with my tongue, while my hands were already kneading my daughter's breasts. My daughter's breasts were full and firm, just not as
big as her mother's. I turned over, lay down next to my daughter, opened my mouth wide, and cupped my daughter's breasts, which were transitioning into adulthood.
My daughter's nipples weren't fully developed yet, the typical firm type for a twelve or thirteen-year-old, with pink areolas
surrounding them. I suckled her breasts vigorously, alternating between them, while my large penis rubbed in her hands.

I moved her hands away and pushed my penis towards her vulva, rubbing it back and forth on the outside. Since her
vulva was already wet, the friction of my penis against her inner thighs felt like penetration. My daughter
began to moan involuntarily. I really wanted to insert my penis into her vagina, but I didn't,
for reason. I spread her legs again, and then spread her much thicker labia and began to lick them wildly.
Everyone says daughters resemble their mothers, and it's true, except that her mother's labia majora weren't as firm and full as hers; when her legs
were closed labia minora were slightly exposed and a darker color. My daughter's labia minora, on the other hand, were tightly wrapped by her labia majora,
and couldn't be seen even when her legs were spread. Only a few fine hairs were distributed around the labia majora, making it a plump, white vulva
—my favorite type. It

was already broad daylight. It was time to cook for my daughter, but my tongue still lingered on her
vulva . That large, translucent clitoris was particularly alluring. I
gently rubbed my glans against her vulva and vigorously stroked it with my hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the alarm clock in my daughter's room rang—six o'clock.
That's when I realized: Stop immediately! Don't delay things! Cooking was out of the question. I hurriedly dressed and went outside
to buy some large fruits and a bottle of milk. When I returned, my daughter was already dressed, acting as if nothing had happened.
There was one thing, but she deliberately avoided my gaze, took a quick bite, said "goodbye," and left.

I went to my daughter's room, found her underwear under the bed—it was the one she had just worn, still
sticky . I frantically licked it, using it to rub my penis, thinking about my daughter's pink labia minora, plump
labia majora, glistening clitoris, and those few soft pubic hairs—and I instantly ejaculated, right onto my daughter's underwear
!
Haha, OP, you're amazing! Don't you have a daughter and want to find a goddaughter?
Be careful, it might be too tight and break! Well written, just a bit short. Keep up the good work! Strongly support! Is this age too young? I don't feel anything. I hope the plot is better and more exciting! How about raising an adopted daughter in the future, hehe, specifically for my... well, how about this idea? Not bad, I support you! Hahaha, keep posting more!
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Thumbs up! A twelve-year-old daughter is a bit precocious; she should be nurtured for another two years. Very well written, the characters are very detailed. I feel it's very good. Although I don't particularly like it, I still want to encourage the OP. "Haha, the daughter is a bit too young, don't be too cruel, hehe, it's still well written."

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