That experience of seducing her father

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Sixteen is an age of rebellion, an age of seeking pleasure and excitement.

Sometimes, I simply can't explain the changes happening to me. I like to dress up, but my thoughts are on a man who is both closest to me and furthest away. I'm not Electra, but sometimes when I see him intimate with another woman, I can't help but feel jealous. I started to spies, recording the frequency, pace, and positions of his lovemaking with her. I wanted to be her, yet I didn't want to be like her.

"You love him, even though he's your father."

"Yes, I do love him."

Thus, the greatest tragedy in relationships is listening to a man say the words that were originally meant for you, but are being said to another woman—your own mother.

Recalling how her former happiness was limited to an unspeakable relationship, the girl felt somewhat discouraged. Every time she dreamt of it in the middle of the night, she longed for the man to enter her as before, caressing and kissing her cheeks, then secretly lifting her blankets and inserting his large penis into her vagina…

I can't remember which night it was, but that day, on a whim, I watched porn I'd borrowed from a friend. I watched the black man's thick penis thrusting rapidly in and out of the woman's vagina. I slowly spread my legs, exposing my vulva, vigorously rubbing my hard nipples with my left hand while my right hand manipulated my vagina, moving in and out as if trying to dig something out. Unconsciously, I twisted my hips to match the rhythm of my fingers, and began to moan.

When my fingertips brought me satisfying pleasure, the orgasm of masturbation gave me a brief moment of satisfaction, the first in three months. After resting on a chair for a while, feeling exhausted, I lay naked back on the bed, and suddenly an idea struck me.

Judging by the time, it was probably almost time for Dad's routine ward rounds. A sudden thought popped into my head: what would Dad's reaction be if he saw me sleeping naked? With a mix of anticipation and excitement, I waited for his rounds. Just then, the doorknob started turning.

Thinking this was a perfect opportunity, I pretended to roll over, spreading my legs wide apart in a "T" shape. In the dim light of the nightlight, he should be able to clearly see my entire vulva. I couldn't recall ever seeing me naked before; since I was old enough to remember, I had never let Dad see my breasts or vulva. He moved closer to my bedside, and I could see his trousers were bulging like a tent.
"God! So beautiful!" His voice was extremely soft; I could only hear him from very close range. He stood there by the bed, staring at me for several minutes. My hair was past my shoulders, a brownish-yellow color with shimmering gold; my developing breasts, though not full, were round and plump; a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs covered my mons pubis, while the rest of my vulva remained smooth. Suddenly, my nipples hardened on their own, and some vaginal fluid seeped from my vulva.

I hoped my father wouldn't notice how wet I was.

He slowly backed away, turned, and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. My tense mood relaxed, but I also felt a sense of loss. I hoped he would do something, not just stand there watching. As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to my vulva, quickly stroking it. The thought of my father seeing my naked body and his penis instantly becoming erect filled me with excitement, and I instantly reached an unprecedented orgasm! I almost screamed, but managed to hold it in.

Only breathy "Mmm...mmm...ah..." could be heard.

"I know I can't do this... What's wrong with me? The more I think about it... Hmm... My hands are becoming uncontrollable... Ah... I can't take it anymore... I have to stop... No... Ah... I'm going to climax... Ah... It's coming... I'm climaxing..."

The climax slowly subsided, and I lay on the bed, quietly thinking. I wondered what my father's penis looked like? Judging from how high his crotch was stretched, his penis must be very large. Was it as big as that black man's? I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and ruptured last year when I used a tampon. There was a little bleeding and some pain at the time, but it got better afterward. I inserted and removed my finger a few times, fantasizing that it was my father's penis, but my fingers were short and thin, and it was a bit boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was something thicker, or a real man's penis. But I didn't want any other man's penis; what I wanted in my heart was my father's.

When I woke up in the morning, my father made me a delicious breakfast as usual. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but after a while, I felt fine and returned to normal. After breakfast, as usual, Dad left for his office first, and then I went out to catch the school bus to school.

That evening, I planned to sleep naked again while waiting for Dad, but unfortunately, my period started early that afternoon. When I went to bed, I used a sanitary napkin, wore underwear and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Dad quietly opened the door and came in. Unlike before, he was only wearing a pair of underwear tonight, his upper body naked, and a large bulge was clearly visible in his crotch. He stared at me, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door and left. His departure left me feeling somewhat lost. Several days passed like this until my period finally ended.

That night, I didn't wear pajamas or underwear, lying naked on my back with my legs wide open, my ankles sticking out from the sides of my single bed, wanting Dad to be able to see my vulva without obstruction.

Dad came! He turned the doorknob, peeked inside, then came in, turned around, closed the door, and locked it. My father was shirtless, wearing only shorts. He walked to the edge of the bed and examined me naked from head to toe. His underwear swelled rapidly, creating a tent-like opening! I pretended to be fast asleep, not moving at all. I felt a slight heat in my lower abdomen, and some vaginal fluid had already seeped out. After examining me for a few minutes, my father took off his underwear.

"Wow! What a big cock!" I exclaimed inwardly.

It looked like an eight- or nine-inch flashlight, with a purplish-red, shiny helmet at the tip, and a firm, round scrotum below. I could clearly see two small, fleshy balls protruding from the scrotum. I was very excited, but also a little scared.

My father reached out his right hand and gently placed it on my vulva, his fingers slipping into the crevice and stroking it. I felt very aroused, and involuntarily, more vaginal fluid immediately seeped out. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my vaginal fluid continued to flow. He placed his left hand on my right breast and gently kneaded it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop touching me, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

I peeked through my eyes and saw some translucent, thick liquid coming out of the head of my father's penis, slowly dripping down, the thin strands sticking out continuously. My father's right hand was still stroking my already wet vagina, while his left hand alternately rubbed my breasts. My vagina longed for his penis to enter, but I was also a little scared. I knew it was wrong for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted my father to touch me! My father's thick middle finger entered my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating.

Ah! So comfortable!
A few minutes later, he withdrew his finger. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my wide-open legs, and then leaned down, gently pressing against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me rather than "pressing" me down. In this way, we were overlapping in the shape of an "i" and a "y". He was the "i," on top; I was an inverted "y," on the bottom.

I felt something hard touching my vulva; I knew it was my father's glans. I was both excited and scared. I hadn't used any contraception, and my father wasn't wearing a condom, but I didn't want to stop him. My father rubbed his glans up and down in my wet vulva, sometimes teasing my clitoris.

After doing this for two minutes, he pressed his glans against the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if my father would really penetrate me, if he would really fuck his own daughter! I remained still, wondering what he would do. He paused for a moment, and I felt him exerting a little force; his penis head was already inside my vagina! I didn't make a sound. He pushed in again, and I felt a tightness. He continued thrusting, and his penis seemed to go in even further. I felt some pain. I knew I should tell him to stop this incestuous act, but somehow I just couldn't.

I could hear his breathing become heavy and labored. After a pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper. I felt very full, but not too painful. He continued thrusting and pumping heavily for another two or three minutes, then pressed tightly against me, unable to go any further; he was fully inside. His scrotum was pressed against my buttocks, and my vagina was saturated; I had never felt anything like it before.

Dad paused for a moment, then began to thrust. He gently pulled his penis out two or three inches, then slowly inserted it again.

It hurt a little, but not too much; I could bear it.

He repeated the thrusting and withdrawing motion, and after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, the amplitude of the thrusts gradually increased, eventually reaching about five or six inches. Each time he inserted, he went all the way in, causing his scrotum to hit my buttocks. He kept thrusting, making pleasurable groans in his throat. I didn't know how long Dad would thrust. I couldn't help but recall a time I saw a male dog mating with a female dog. The male dog had only thrust about ten times on the female's back before pulling away, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. Their buttocks were chained together, and it took nearly fifteen minutes for them to come off. We, the onlookers, could see that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and glistening with red oil.

Dad's penis rhythmically went in and out of my vagina. The pain had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable pleasure. When I glanced at him, Dad's handsome face was right in front of me, only four or five inches away. His eyes were closed, his chest pressed slightly against my breasts, and his hips moved rhythmically up and down. The expression on his face showed that he was immersed in extreme pleasure.

A few minutes later, his penis began to thrust faster and faster, and he even let out a beast-like growl. His scrotum pounded against my buttocks at an extremely fast speed. He made me feel both sore and itchy... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deep inside me, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole body was tense, and I could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God!" Dad groaned loudly.

I felt something strange in my vagina; his glans was swollen, throbbing once, twice, three times... He was ejaculating inside me! I never imagined he would ejaculate inside his own daughter's vagina so recklessly, scattering his seed! And he was still throbbing, releasing semen in and out. I didn't know how long he would keep ejaculating. Dad's glans finally stopped throbbing, but his penis didn't shrink. Two more minutes passed before he pulled his still-hard penis out of my vagina, got up, and got out of bed.

He put on his underwear, gently kissed my lips, and left my bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. I was paralyzed with fear. I felt deeply guilty; it was all my fault. I could have told him to stop, to end this incestuous act, but I didn't, letting my father steal my pleasure.

I reached down to touch my vulva; it still felt a little sore inside, and my vulva, inner thighs, and buttocks were all sticky and wet. I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom to wash, but I was exhausted, my thighs were weak, and I was worried about running into my father on the way—that would be embarrassing. I managed to find my underwear under the pillow, stuffed it into my vulva, and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from dripping and staining the sheets.

I remembered reading in Methodist books that conception usually occurs within two weeks of the end and beginning of menstruation. My period had just ended; perhaps I wouldn't conceive now! Of course, I knew this wasn't a guarantee. I looked at the clock on the radio; it was 11:55 PM.

I lay in bed resting for a long time, my mind replaying the wonderful pleasure of my father's large penis entering and exiting my vulva. I sat up, put on my bathrobe, covered my vulva tightly with my hand, and quietly went into the bathroom. I closed the door, sat on the toilet, and let the semen my father had ejaculated inside me flow out. I couldn't help but look down and examine it closely; it was a thick, milky white discharge. I went back to the bedroom, changed into another pair of clean underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and went to sleep. I hadn't had an orgasm that night, but I didn't care at the moment. I just felt a strange sense of unease, and after a long

while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it. The next morning, my father acted as usual, as if nothing had happened the night before. I pretended to be nonchalant, but my mind kept replaying his penis and the fact that he had ejaculated inside me. For the next two nights, for some reason, I wasn't very aroused. Every night I slept in my underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and my father didn't come to my bedroom.

This was the third night since my father had cheated on me. I felt a strong sexual urge again. I wasn't wearing pajamas, so I took off my underwear and lay down completely naked. I covered my lower body with the sheet and slowly stroked my vulva, waves of pleasure washing over me. Suddenly, I heard the doorknob turn. I quickly removed my hand, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

My father gently pushed the door open, then quietly closed and locked it before walking to the bedside. I peeked through my eyes; my father was only wearing underwear, his crotch bulging like a small hill. He stared at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts. His crotch immediately bulged even more. Then he pulled off the sheet covering my lower body. As soon as he saw my naked vulva, his breathing quickened and became heavy.

"Ah! So beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured softly.

He quickly pulled down his underwear, and his thick, eight-inch-long penis sprang out, proudly erect like a small cannon, pointing upwards at a sixty-degree angle. Thinking of how it had ravaged my vagina the night before, taking my virginity, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, and my vagina involuntarily secreted fluid.

My legs were parted, but not wide. My father's right hand reached between my legs, touching my vulva, making it even wetter. He rubbed inside for a while, his fingers becoming wet. He withdrew his hand, gently spreading my legs wide, and carefully climbed onto the bed, placing his lower body between my spread thighs, pressing lightly against me.

After forcing my legs apart, my father raised my knees, making my vulva protrude even more.

My conscience told me I should stop him immediately, not continue this immoral act, but somehow, I just obediently lay there pretending to sleep, letting my father do as he pleased. My father inserted the head of his penis into my vagina and gently thrust his hips, inch by inch penetrating my cunt with his hard, thick penis. With each thrust, he let out a low, pleasurable groan, seemingly experiencing great pleasure. Although I didn't feel the same pain as the first time I was penetrated the night before, my vaginal walls were stretched open inch by inch by his penis head, feeling incredibly tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, greatly reducing the pain of tightness.

I felt my father penetrating deeper and deeper; his over eight-inch-long, hard male genitals were completely inside my lower abdomen, his firm, swollen scrotum pressed tightly against my buttocks. My vulva was filled by my father's powerful genitals, which excited me greatly, but I was still somewhat afraid. After his penis was fully inside, my father paused for a moment before beginning to thrust.

Dad pulled his large penis almost completely out, leaving only the glans inside, and immediately thrust it back in to the hilt. He groaned with pleasure, rhythmically thrusting his hips, repeating this in-and-out motion, gently fucking my still-developing, dripping, wet vagina again and again.

I was fucked like this for a long time, feeling incredibly good. I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my body wouldn't obey me; my vagina was leaking fluid, and sometimes I couldn't help but slightly raise my hips to welcome Dad's penetration.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis frequently entering and leaving my vagina. I felt an indescribable sensuality and pleasure, and this wonderful feeling grew stronger and stronger. From Dad's groans, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure. Suddenly, his genitals remained deeply inserted in my vagina, and Dad stopped. He was regulating his breathing, as if trying to suppress his excited emotions. After pausing for almost a minute, he resumed thrusting.

This time, he only pulled his penis out about halfway before immediately inserting it again, thrusting much faster and with greater force than before. It was no longer a gentle, slow motion, but a frenzied, rapid pounding of my vagina.

Under his intense onslaught, my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed, even more tense, ah! Like a balloon bursting, my mind went blank, a surge of heat welled up from my lower abdomen, and in a hazy state, my vagina spasmed intensely, opening and closing automatically… I reached an unprecedented, indescribable, ecstatic orgasm.

Dad then began a faster, more forceful, frenzied thrusting.

"Ah! God! Yes! That's it! Ohhhhhhh!!!" Dad roared, his whole body stiffening.

I felt him ejaculate, a violent ejaculation! Although it only lasted a few seconds, I felt Dad's semen overflow and fill my vagina. I could hardly believe that I had let Dad rape me again, ejaculate inside me, and even reach a powerful orgasm! Dad was also exhausted, his limbs weak, no longer able to support his weight. He pressed down on me, and I felt he was so heavy. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, but I could hear his heavy breathing. After a while, he pulled out his penis, which felt like a hard rubber tube, and got up. He put his underwear back on, kissed my lips lightly, and then kissed my breasts.

"Goodnight! My beautiful princess!" he murmured softly, and then left.

I lay on the bed, my mind starting to race again. Why did I let Dad rape me again? Now my vagina was filled with Dad's semen, and deep inside my vagina was his seed. Why did this happen? I straightened my knees, pulled out my underwear from under the pillow, and stuffed it between my legs, keeping my legs straight and tightly closed to prevent the semen from leaking out and soiling the sheets. I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash, but I thought I should wait a little longer to avoid running into my parents. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

I slept soundly that night.

The next day was a holiday. As I woke up, I smelled the aroma of toast and coffee frying in the kitchen. My mother had gone out. I quickly tiptoed behind my father, hugged his waist, and said good morning in a sweet voice. To my surprise, my father turned around, hugged me tightly, kissed me, and said, "Daddy loves you."

Although what I was thinking was, "I hope you love me again tonight," I still said, "I know."

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