I stole food from my dad several times (1-5)

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(I)

My home was in a large factory in the suburbs of a city in southern China. It's said that this factory was built in the early days of the People's Republic of China. At that time, our country was extremely poor and desperately needed factory production materials, but to avoid air raids, the factory had to be built in a remote, inconspicuous mountainous area. It was a textile factory with thousands of workers, its own living and production areas, a market, a cinema, a school, and a hospital. Every night, the factory would show videos to everyone via its closed-circuit television. From the 1970s to the 1990s, this factory had a strong vitality. Looking back, it was like a small Bavarian town, where the men and women were basically self-sufficient, including dating, marriage, and having children. Imagine, it was full of young female textile workers and strong machine repairmen. Although there were buses from the city center, most people still went home after work, took a bath, ate dinner, and had some simple entertainment. The exciting stories only began after nightfall.

Before junior high school, my family lived in a low, small house. Everyone was poor then; every household was like that. Simply put, it was a large single room: upon entering, there was a stove and dining table, then a patio for showering, and further in was the sleeping room. There was only one room, separated by a curtain. Most of the space was occupied by my parents' large bed and a sofa for guests, leaving a small area for my small bed and a desk for homework. This situation resembled many scenes from novels. Children growing up in such a room would undoubtedly have their sex education dictated by hearing the sounds of their parents having sex, embarking on their sexual journey with blushing and a racing heart.

However, I didn't really hear much of that when I was little. I was already a grown-up when I first discovered my parents making love.

That night, I was already in bed, but perhaps because I had drunk too much water, I woke up not long after. Opening my eyes, I noticed a faint light still on in the room. "Aren't Mom and Dad asleep yet?" I wondered.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Mom moaned excitedly.
"Tsk...tsk...tsk..." Dad was sucking on something forcefully.
"Husband, harder, bite my tits harder, it feels so good, husband!"
"You slut, watch me fuck your little cunt until it bursts..." The words had barely left her lips when the sounds of fucking intensified, and Mom quickly entered a state of extreme pleasure, crying and laughing at the same time.
"Tell me, is husband's cock big? Is it thick?"
"So big, so thick, so hot, my slutty cunt can't take it anymore, husband, have pity on me!"
"Is it good?"
"Yes, so good, my cunt is about to split open, husband, fuck me to death... fuck me to death already."
"Dream on! I've been away in the army for so many years, letting you be idle for nothing, I'm going to fuck you back, fuck!"
Another burst of intense fucking sounds followed. Suddenly, I heard Dad's heavy breathing, panting heavily, like he was running. I didn't dare sit up, just held my breath and listened. Soon, Dad became even more excited, and the bed made a lot of noise. "Ah, I'll fuck your mother's cunt!" Finally, after a suppressed yet extremely masculine growl, Dad ejaculated contentedly into Mom's hot, wet, and thoroughly fucked cunt. Only panting could be heard in the room. I felt incredibly thirsty, too afraid to move, desperately wanting a drink of water...

After that night, I vaguely experienced sexual stimulation and learned more about Dad's prowess, entering the lustful phase of puberty. Puberty isn't just about physical development, but also psychological development. Everyone started to be curious about the opposite sex's body, but I seemed to have a more extreme taste. Ordinary little boys no longer attracted me; my mind was filled with Dad's muscles, his vulgar language, and the panting sounds of him fucking.

Actually, my dad was just an ordinary mechanic, unremarkable in appearance, only 1.68 meters tall. But his military service and years of experience working as a mechanic in a factory had given him a muscular physique, making him incredibly sexy. He was short, dark-skinned, muscular, with a square face and a thick beard—a very masculine worker. Even today, just thinking about him makes my pussy feel wet and itchy. The first time I felt attracted to a man was with my own father, which is a bit embarrassing. But from childhood to adulthood, I definitely used tricks to sleep with him several times. I don't know if he noticed or pretended not to, but the feeling was... wonderful!

(II)

Our family's conditions weren't good; to be precise, every family's conditions were poor. Everyone lived in single-story houses, drafty in winter and stuffy in summer. There were no public bathhouses in the south; everyone bathed in their courtyards. Especially in summer, we would connect the tap water to the courtyard and shower directly—this was called "taking a shower."
Every day when we showered, we would close the wooden door between the bedroom and the courtyard, and everyone tacitly agreed not to go to the courtyard to fetch water, so those in the courtyard could shower in peace. However, that wooden door was dilapidated, with many small and large cracks. When I entered puberty and started to seduce my dad, that door was the first thing to fulfill my desires.

One evening, I was doing my homework at home. My mom worked the afternoon shift and wouldn't be home until midnight, so it was just my dad and me.
After dinner, my dad prepared to take a shower.
"Good girl, help Dad get his clothes out. Dad's going to take a shower."
"Okay, sure,"
I obediently replied, rummaging through the closet for the pajamas and underwear my dad would be wearing. The so-called pajamas were just a vest and underwear, nothing like what we have now.

When I touched my dad's underwear, my body suddenly felt hot, and my head was buzzing. Yes, I was a complete slut. Ever since I overheard my dad having sex with my mom, I seem to have suddenly become obsessed with men's bodies and sexual organs, especially my dad's penis. I can't help but imagine what it looks like, and how it can make my mom feel so good yet so painful. I've secretly observed him several times during the day, but my dad and his fellow mechanics always wear baggy work clothes, so I can't see anything. However, I quickly found an outlet for my pent-up desires: my dad's underwear.

In those days, everyone's underwear was almost identical. Our family worked in a textile factory, and every year we were issued the same underwear, thermal underwear, work clothes, and safety shoes. Men's underwear in those days was all made of cotton, in two or three colors, and all the same style. Everyone washed and dried their clothes in front of their own doors, and passersby wouldn't give them a second glance—everyone's clothes were the same, right? But after my dad became a concern, I started observing everything about him, especially his private matters, including his underwear. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that my dad actually had two tiny briefs, clearly bought specifically from the city—one blue and one green. It seems my dad is quite the secretly horny, muscular man! The fabric wasn't cotton; it felt very elastic. How could such tiny briefs possibly contain my dad's shapely buttocks and large penis? They must be incredibly sexy.

Several times, when no one was home, I would open the closet, take out my dad's briefs, and vigorously stroke them, imagining him wearing them, sweating profusely while doing rough work. Large beads of sweat covered his muscular body, his resolute face, his massive pectoral muscles, and his dark nipples. The sweat soaked through the entire pair of briefs, making them almost transparent, allowing a clear view of this rough man's private parts—so passionate, so alluring. His penis was tightly encased in the narrow briefs, and the friction against the fabric during work kept it in a semi-erect state, like a thick python panting hotly, ready to burrow into some hot, wet cave and tear it apart. His pubic hair was as thick as a dense forest; how could a pair of briefs contain such a forest? So, it couldn't help but stubbornly peek out from the edge of the briefs, making one's imagination run wild. My dad's plump, pert buttocks stretched his briefs tightly, leaving deep marks on his thighs. His shapely backside rivaled that of the fitness instructors who did squats every day at the gym. And between his two sexy buttocks, I could vaguely see through the fabric his anus, which had never been touched before, mysteriously inviting me… I felt like I was dying; just touching my dad's sexy briefs was enough to send me into a frenzy of sexual fantasies. Without hesitation, I pulled the briefs over my head and fiercely inhaled the scent and traces my dad had left on them. Perhaps because there were no washing machines back then, and my mom was busy with work and careless with laundry, my dad's briefs really did retain a lot of his scent. I inhaled deeply, gently licking the spot where his penis rested. It seemed the lingering, fishy smell of an adult man's penis entered my body through my sense of taste, quenching a little thirst in my itchy soul. But after achieving a slight satisfaction, I inhaled even more intensely, sucking deeper and deeper…

"Dad, here you go."
"Thank you, my darling daughter. Close the door."
"Okay, Dad."
I gently closed the door and returned to my little desk, pretending to do my homework, while my ears were sensitively listening for any sounds from the courtyard. The sound of rushing water came from the courtyard, the splashing water making a loud splattering sound as it hit the bathtub. Dad must have just started undressing; I can't rush him, I thought to myself.
Finally, I heard the sound of splashing water from the courtyard. I knew Dad had undressed and started bathing, so I tiptoed over, trying to hold my breath. I reached the door, suppressing my excitement, and crouched down, carefully searching for a crack through which I could see Dad's beautiful body. Wow! Heaven rewards the diligent; I found a not-too-narrow crack that would give me a good view.

I crouched behind the wooden door and peered through the crack. Dad, with his back to me, was lifting the basin of water above his head and pouring it over his head. His wet body glistened, a strange reaction caused by the mixture of sweat and water that hadn't yet been washed off, giving him an indescribable, oily, and sexy look. The taut muscles in Dad's arms as he lifted the basin showcased the amazing physique of a muscular man; the bulging muscles and veins on his arms seemed to exude an irrepressible masculine hormone. I was instantly captivated, surrendered. Watching the water droplets slide down Dad's head, I wanted to pounce on him, to lick every single drop clean, to kiss my way from his broad shoulders to his firm buttocks, to bite his plump rear, and to tease his mysterious anus with my tongue, to see if this powerful muscular man would get angry, if he would pierce me with his huge penis…

(III)

Suddenly, Dad turned and walked towards the wooden door. I was startled and almost screamed.
"Oh no, have we been found out?"
"What if we are? How do we explain?"
"Should we say we're looking for something?"
I was so nervous I was stiff and didn't dare move. Luckily, Dad just walked to the shelf next to the wooden door, picked up a bar of soap, and started lathering himself without me noticing. I breathed a sigh of relief, my face flushed, and I peeked shyly and greedily.
As Dad rubbed his body with the soap, he comfortably tilted his head back and half-closed his eyes, as if the friction between the soap and his skin brought him great pleasure. He first rubbed the soap vigorously on his neck, producing a lot of lather. This lather not only lubricated Dad's shoulders and neck but also flowed down to his full chest. For a moment, his alluring pectoral muscles, coin-sized areolas, and peanut-sized nipples were all obscured, making me unable to see clearly but even more eager to explore.
Then, Dad slid the soap down to his abdomen. Although his flat stomach didn't have exaggerated eight-pack abs, I could vaguely see six. What's even more captivating is the light, sparse body hair running from his navel to his chest. In the days that followed, every time I secretly slept with my dad, I couldn't resist licking along this hair from his navel to his chest, gently biting his pectoral muscles, and sucking hard on his nipples until I heard him let out a soft "Mmm..." of pure pleasure.
Seeing this, I was aroused again, my underwear itching intensely, as if something was leaking out. Speaking of which, my dad, standing naked in front of the wooden door, was enough to make any woman itch unbearably.
When I came to my senses, my dad's penis was already right in front of me. He was washing his penis, occasionally rubbing his testicles. This slut, even in the shower he wasn't still, trying to find ways to make himself happy. His large penis, hidden by the foam, seemed even more tempting. After just a few washes, it was already slowly becoming erect, showing just how much my dad was aroused.
At first glance, it was thick, incredibly thick! I'd never seen another man's genitals before, but for a little girl, seeing such a thick penis on her first peeping experience must have been incredibly shocking! I naively wondered why my dad wasn't tall; did some of his nutrition go to his penis?
The straight, thick shaft, dark in color, with faintly visible veins, made it easy to imagine how terrifying it would be when fully erect, and how much pleasure it would bring! The dark red glans was as big as a plum; when it entered and exited the vagina, it would surely stretch the opening to its maximum, then thrust in hard, all the way to the core. An inexperienced young girl would definitely faint from the pain; while a seasoned, experienced woman would be instantly satisfied, then use her ripe honeypot to envelop it, feeling its heat, every bulge, and then welcoming its ejaculation during the thrusting…
Covered by thick pubic hair were two round testicles, the place where this steel gun produced ammunition. Although they were hidden in the wrinkled scrotum, it was clear they were very productive, producing a large amount of ammunition for the young and vigorous father. This ammunition made the entire scrotum swell, and the testicles were large, able to satisfy the father's needs to be ready for action anytime, anywhere. With such great hardware, the young and vigorous father wouldn't dare to penetrate any slut, and no slut's hole would be left unfilled.
"I want to eat it!"
"I want to eat cock!"
"I want to eat my dad's big cock!"
Through the thin wooden board, the fishy smell of my dad's cock mixed with the scent of soap wafted into my nose without any hindrance, and the damp air blurred my vision. I had only one thought in my mind: I must find a chance to swallow it, lick it, bite it, suck it, and see what it tasted like. A teenage girl fell in love with a man's cock, and the taste of a man.
After lathering himself with soap, Dad turned and went to wash himself under the tap. He rinsed himself with water from the basin while scrubbing his body, occasionally shaking off the water droplets and foam. I knew he was almost done showering, and if I kept watching, I'd be caught, so I quickly stood up and went back to my desk, pretending to read or do homework.
Only then did I realize how sore my knees were; I'd been kneeling and peeping for so long! My underwear was damp and cool. My cheeks were flushed, my mouth was dry, and my heart was pounding. I tried to calm myself down, otherwise Dad would see through me as soon as he came into the room.
A few minutes later, Dad came in after his shower. I glanced at him sideways; he was wearing shorts and a tank top, his hair still wet, sitting on the sofa, putting on his coat and trousers. He didn't seem to notice anything, but the fresh, clean scent of his body after his shower sent a shiver down my spine.
A few days later, I had my first period, and my breasts started to swell. Chatting with my classmates, I discovered they were all secretly talking about things like "pussy" and "penis" between men and women; it seemed like everyone had grown up overnight. But I already had an adventurous idea in my mind: that muscular man not far from me—I wanted to test his prowess.

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