My daughter's little chrysanthemum

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Last summer, my daughter's mother and I officially signed the divorce agreement, and I officially began my life as a single man. Fortunately, the court awarded custody of our daughter to me, so I won't feel too lonely at home.

My daughter is very sensible and never throws tantrums like other children, nor does she ask for things like other children. But I always feel that as a father, I have failed my daughter a lot, so I always try my best to make her happy, which makes me feel very happy. Especially seeing my daughter's happy smile always makes me feel a great sense of accomplishment. In

the blink of an eye, my daughter has turned fifteen. Although she is not a stunning beauty, she is still quite graceful, especially her pair of large breasts, which are inherited from her mother's excellent genes. Sometimes even I feel a strong urge to want to squeeze them, especially when I am lonely and restless at night, I always reach orgasm in the fantasy of raping my daughter
, and afterwards I always feel remorse.

I got home from work late that night and saw the light still on in my daughter's room. I suddenly wanted to see her sleeping, and I also wanted to kiss her forehead as usual; that would make me so happy. Not wanting to disturb her rest, I quietly went to her room and peeked through the crack in the door. I saw her reading, seemingly engrossed in a book.

So I gently pushed the door open. She seemed startled and shoved the book under the covers. I said, "What are you reading? Aren't you going to sleep?"

She said, "I'm going to sleep now, I'm not reading anything, I'm not reading anything." Her chest heaved rapidly, captivating me.

I also noticed her face was flushed, the very image of a young woman in the throes of first love. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, thinking to myself, "My daughter has really grown up. I wonder who will benefit from her later." Thinking this, I said to my daughter, "Hurry up and cover yourself with the blanket. Aren't you going to sleep? You have class tomorrow. Sleeping so late, you might not be able to get up."

My daughter secretly glanced at me and said, "Okay, I'll go to sleep now. Dad, you should go to sleep too. You have work tomorrow. Take care of yourself."

Hearing my daughter's considerate words, I felt that my daughter still cared for me the most. My daughter is so good. I left my daughter's room, but what kind of book was she reading? Was she studying? A novel? Could it be something erotic? I decided to find that book tomorrow morning after my daughter left.

The next morning, my daughter woke up very early. After breakfast, I drove her to school, making sure to tidy her backpack. It was heavy but didn't have any odds and ends, so I figured she must have hidden the book in her bedroom. After dropping her off, I rushed home. When I got to her bedroom, I hesitated. Should I go in and look through it? What if she found out? How would we get along then? She wouldn't trust me anymore, and might even distance herself from me. But another voice told me I had to go in and see what she had done the night before. It was necessary to prevent her from going astray, something other parents often did.

I finally convinced myself and went into my daughter's room. Gently rummaging through her belongings, I saw all sorts of underwear. My nose twitched involuntarily; thankfully, I didn't get a nosebleed, or I would have been mortified. I put them back where they were. Heh, you wouldn't notice. Finally, I found the book and a diary under the bedside table. Flipping through further, I found several more books. Taking them all out, I was shocked. They were all filled with erotic novels, mostly about father-daughter relationships. The image of my daughter as a youthful, beautiful, and lovely girl was completely overturned, replaced by a seductive, passionate, and even lewd image. Looking closely at the content, even I, an old man, felt ashamed. I thought perhaps it was time to give my daughter a political lesson, otherwise she would continue down this path of depravity, which, as a father, absolutely could not be allowed. Gently putting her things back where they were, I breathed a slight sigh of relief after making sure she wouldn't notice.

Seeing that it was almost time, I returned to the company, completely unsure of what to do. I kept thinking about how to talk to my daughter. Everyone knows young girls are sensitive, and parents have to be careful what they say; once the relationship breaks down, the consequences can be very serious. I finally made it to the end of the workday, canceled all social engagements, and rushed home. Seeing my daughter quietly watching TV, I coughed softly, sat down beside her, and looked into her eyes, saying, "Tingting, we haven't had a proper talk since your mother and I divorced. If you're unhappy about anything, you must tell your father. Dad will definitely help you." My daughter paused, then lowered her head. "No, Dad, why are you saying this? I've never blamed you for divorcing Mom. You didn't have a heart-to-heart talk with me before the divorce either."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness. Yes, I hadn't cared for my daughter enough. I was only focused on work every day, and I hadn't even had a heart-to-heart talk with her. I had been so irresponsible. I feel so guilty towards my daughter. I lowered my head and said softly, "You don't blame Dad, do you? Dad is so sorry."

"Dad, why are you saying this? I don't blame you, and I never have. You're making me feel sad."

I nodded gently. "It's good that you don't blame Dad. Dad has neglected you too much before. I will take better care of you from now on."

"Yes, Dad, you're so good. I always believed my judgment was right. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen you. I would have just gone with Mom." "

Sigh, it's time to find you a mother. You've suffered."

My daughter jumped up from her seat. "Hmph, I was wondering why you suddenly cared so much about me. So you want to find me a mother? I don't want to!" My daughter became more and more agitated, and tears were about to fall.

I panicked. I pulled at my daughter, pressing her shoulders. "Daddy won't get married. Daddy was just saying it out of feeling. Daddy never thought about it."

"Really? You're not lying to me."

"No, absolutely not. Daddy has never thought about marriage. Marriage is a man's grave."

"Daddy's so good," my daughter said, wiping away tears.

I suddenly remembered my task for today and sighed inwardly. What should I say? "Tingting, is there anything wrong? Like, your body? You know, girls your age have complicated bodies. If you're uncomfortable, you must tell Daddy. Don't be shy, Daddy won't laugh at you."

My daughter suddenly blushed and said softly, "No, I'm perfectly fine, nothing's wrong."

"Really nothing wrong?"

"..." My daughter suddenly stopped talking, her eyes fixed on me. "Um, a little... it's just a little itchy there, these past few days." "

Where?" "I didn't understand at first.

My daughter suddenly cried out, 'Ugh, I said I wouldn't say it, but you made me. You're making fun of me, it's so embarrassing!' She ran back to her bedroom. I couldn't help but touch my nose and smile bitterly. Sigh, it's my fault.

'Tingting, why don't we go to the hospital later? Just in time to make things better.'

'I'm not going! You go! I hate going to the hospital, and besides, it's already dark.'

'Then what should we do?'

My daughter didn't answer. I didn't want to force her, so I just let her be. I went back to my bedroom alone, but I couldn't sleep. The thought of it all made me feel sad. I

couldn't sleep at all that night, completely bothered by my daughter's situation. What should I do? Suddenly, I was woken by a knock at the door. It must be my daughter. I threw on my clothes and got out of bed, opening the door for her. She stood outside in her pajamas, crying, 'I'm so itchy, Daddy, I'm so itchy down there!'"

I led my daughter into the room, stroking her back as I said, "Come on, let Daddy see where it itches." Suddenly, I realized it was itching in her genital area, and my face immediately turned a deep purplish-red. My daughter, completely unaware, kept rubbing against me, making me feel incredibly hot, but I couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, she climbed onto the bed, immediately stripped off her clothes, and covered herself with the blanket, crying out, "Daddy, I'm so itchy! It itches so much! It feels like countless ants are crawling inside me! Daddy, I feel so uncomfortable! What's wrong with me? Am I going to die? I don't want to die!" I

was also flustered by her expression, completely oblivious to the cunning glint in her eyes. I hugged her tightly, murmuring, "You won't die, I won't let you die. I'll take you to the hospital right now." For some reason, my daughter... The blanket fell to the floor, exposing my daughter completely naked before me. Seeing her naked body, I suddenly realized how much she had grown, especially her breasts—so white and tender, seemingly too large to be grasped in two hands. Her nipples were a delicate pink and slightly upturned. Her pubic hair was thick and full, completely different from her mother's. Her mother had less pubic hair, while hers was thick and abundant. I'd heard someone say that women with a lot of pubic hair were born sluts and whores. My Adam's apple bobbed. Tingting suddenly laughed and said to me, "Ah, Dad, my blanket fell off. You saw me naked! How can I face anyone? How can I get married?" "

Dad, I've thought about it for a long time. I love you, I love being by your side. I've loved you ever since you and Mom divorced. Actually, I was very happy then because you would be mine alone. Dad, let me be your bride alone. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours from now on." "

Faced with my daughter's confession, I was stunned, unsure what to do. Before I could decide whether to reject or accept, she had already gently removed my shirt. She stroked my chest muscles, murmuring, 'Daddy, aren't you happy? You have a bride today, a beautiful, stunning little girl. You're so lucky! What are
you hesitating for? Take me! I'm still a virgin.'

Hearing my daughter declare she was a virgin, my last shred of reason vanished. I reached for her breasts, gently kneading them. She immediately let out a passionate moan, igniting my desire. I said wickedly, 'You're mine, I won't give you to anyone else. Let's be a depraved father and daughter, let's to hell with all that damn ethics.' After saying that, I squeezed her breasts hard. 'We're an adulterous couple now, so what's the adulterer going to do?'" “

Of course I’m going to fuck you, you slut who’s begging to be fucked. I’m going to fuck you properly today.” With that, I took off my pajamas, revealing my erect penis.

My daughter’s face flushed red. She stared intently at my hard penis, and boldly tried to touch it, but then pulled her hand back. “Ugh, Daddy, why are you showing off that ugly thing?”

“Hehe, you haven’t tasted it yet, that’s why you’re like this. Once you’ve tasted it, you won’t be like this anymore. You’ll call him your dear brother, your dear daddy, your dear husband. You’ll beg me to fuck you with this ugly thing.”

“Come on, suck Daddy’s cock. Aren’t you itchy? Let me see your slutty pussy, I’ll lick it for you, and you won’t be itchy anymore.”

“I won’t suck it for you,” my daughter hesitated. “How about I use my hand to massage it for you? I heard that feels good too.” "

I thought, since my daughter is mine anyway, I'll lick her first. She'll naturally beg me to do it when she can't take it anymore, and then I can let her lick me. Thinking this, I said, 'Okay, but I'll lick you. Aren't you itchy? Saliva can kill bacteria, so you won't itch anymore.'

My daughter nodded gently. It seemed she was indeed itchy down there. She spread her legs, revealing her pink, untouched vulva. Her mons pubis was high, and her labia were tightly pressed together, like a thin line, slightly concave inwards. Seeing this, my lust surged. Ignoring my erect penis, I quickly bent down, licking my lips as I said, 'Daddy will lick you now.' My lips finally touched her labia. She trembled slightly, but I didn't care anymore. I used my hands to..." I parted her labia and licked her clitoris. She instinctively recoiled as if electrocuted. I held her legs down and continued licking. Soon, she started to wet herself, moaning, "Daddy, it feels so good! It's so itchy down there! Yes, deeper... oh... I've reached your clitoris! Ah... so good! Further in, lick harder... further in... further in..." As she moaned, she kept thrusting her mons pubis upwards, as if to make it easier for me to lick deeper. Sometimes she would pull back, thrusting and pulling back, just like the thrusting of a penis.

"Daughter, are you enjoying this...? Is Daddy licking me comfortably...? Are you enjoying it? Do you want Daddy to lick you again...?" "Yes, daughter feels so good... inside... I don't know why, but there's a... a kind of pleasure I've never felt before... inside my vagina... it feels like a hand... is tickling me, ah... almost... almost there, I... I'm going to pee," my daughter said, arching and squeezing her legs together. My head didn't pull out for a moment, and my face was splashed with her vaginal fluid. My daughter, in ecstasy, spread her legs wide and lay there stiffly.

After a while, I felt that my daughter had rested enough, so I said to her, "Daughter, look, Daddy's penis is still erect. Shouldn't you lick it for Daddy too? It's so swollen and uncomfortable down there. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you?"

"I...I'll rub it for you," my daughter said, reaching down to my crotch and gripping it tightly. I immediately felt a surge of pleasure; it was incredibly pleasurable. She carefully rubbed it, slowly finding the right technique, holding my penis with both hands and moving it back and forth. I couldn't help but gasp; oh my god, I almost ejaculated. I quickly stopped her. My daughter looked up, confused. I gently said, "Could you lick it for me with your mouth?" Perhaps moved by my gentle tone and affectionate gaze, she nodded involuntarily. Seeing that my goal had been achieved, I held my large penis up to her face.

My daughter hesitated for a moment, then obediently licked it. Perhaps not noticing the odor, she tried to swallow the whole thing. I gasped; it felt so good, although still a little uncomfortable, but... The sense of accomplishment was indescribable. I gently guided her, "Swallow my penis in first, then spit it out. Do it slowly, and remember not to use your teeth." My daughter did as I instructed, and it was indeed much better. It seems that with a little development, she's perfect for oral sex. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, feeling the pleasure of my tongue rubbing against my glans, and the person giving me oral sex was my own daughter. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I was no longer satisfied with this slow approach and began to hold my daughter's head and thrust in and out, just like having sex with a woman's vagina. I felt the pleasure getting stronger and stronger, and I thrust faster and faster, while pressing my daughter's head down towards my crotch. My daughter's face turned red, and she tried to cough but couldn't. I completely ignored all of that and just kept thrusting hard.

"Ah... I'm going to ejaculate..." I pressed my daughter's head down hard, then closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure of ejaculating. Then I released her, and she immediately coughed, complaining, "You shot that disgusting thing into my mouth, I need to rinse it off..."

As she spoke, she tried to climb off the bed and walk out, but I held her tightly. Perhaps because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, and it was my own daughter, I felt particularly excited. My penis showed no signs of softening. I dragged my daughter onto the bed, lifted her legs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. She immediately stopped wriggling, knowing what I was about to do, and closed her eyes.

I gently said to my daughter, "Bear with it, it might hurt at first, but it'll be fine in a while." My daughter nodded slightly. I rubbed my penis against her genitals, then parted her labia and inserted it. My daughter was indeed a top-notch little girl; it was very tight inside. Even before I reached inside, I felt an urge to ejaculate. I held back, it felt so good. I slowly pushed it in. Because I had given her oral sex earlier and she had already orgasmed once, it was very slippery and sticky inside, not dry at all. To prevent her from being too wet, I kept gently thrusting in and out, stopping each time I reached near her hymen, letting her feel my gentleness and rhythm, and then relax. After a while, seeing that my daughter seemed to be completely immersed in it, I thrust hard, all the way in. My daughter was completely stunned, sat up abruptly, pushed me away forcefully, and cried out in pain while crying.

Hehe, I knew my daughter's most painful period was over. I kissed away her tears and comforted her, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." She cried, "You're so cruel! I wasn't prepared at all, and you suddenly thrust in! It hurt so much!"

I comforted her, "It's Daddy's fault, it's all Daddy's fault." I clung to her, not daring to move. She, however, seemed uncomfortable and moved slightly. After a while, I felt her pain lessen, so I quietly said to her, "I moved, daughter?" "Mmm," she replied. Although she only said one word, it was a huge surprise to me. I had been holding back for so long, almost a year to be exact. Finally, I felt the tightness of her vagina again. It felt so good! I slowly thrust in and out, and my daughter moaned softly. I said to her, "My good daughter, is Daddy fucking you... fucking you good? Are you beautiful... beautiful? Is it... is your vagina especially... especially full? Do you especially like being fucked by Daddy... ah?"

"Daughter likes being fucked by Daddy, daughter feels so good...so good...big cock brother...fuck me harder...fuck me...daughter...daughter likes...likes being fucked by Daddy...fuck, deeper...deeper, yes, dear Daddy...dear husband, fuck...fuck daughter."

Hearing my daughter's lewd moans, I became more and more excited. I kept thrusting in and out, faster and harder. "Slutty daughter...you're so lewd...I saw so many...so many in your...your room, you especially like this kind of thing...don't you...don't you?"

My daughter seemed to be desperately thirsty, constantly thrusting upwards. "Big cock brother, I...I "You're such a slut...you're such a slut...slutty daughter. I started watching you after your divorce...after your divorce...I like you, I like being fucked by Daddy...Daddy's big cock...Daddy, fuck me deeper, fuck me until...until my flower core is reached." The daughter's cries grew more and more excited, seemingly forgetting everything, only wanting me to fuck her hard. I didn't want to end my invasion of my daughter so quickly, so I said to her, "Let's...let's change positions...how about a different position, okay...daughter?" While panting heavily, I turned my daughter's body over. My daughter seemed quite familiar with this, perhaps because she had read too many pornographic books, and naturally stuck out her pert buttocks. She turned her head back to look at me seductively, as if saying, "Come on, come fuck me." I couldn't resist this temptation, and thrust my penis in hard, completely disregarding that she was still a virgin. My daughter didn't feel any pain at all. We were both completely trapped in the magic wand of sex, unable to wake up.

My daughter let out a soft "Ah," followed by a piercing moan. I began to stroke her smooth buttocks, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My daughter seemed completely immersed in it, moaning incessantly, "Daddy, my...my dear daddy...daughter feels so good, daughter...daughter feels so good, being...being fucked by my own...my dear daddy...it feels so good...I want...I want to be fucked by you every day, I, I want to eat your cock every day...I want you to fuck my pussy every day...every day, daughter...daughter's pussy...I'll give it to you every day...no matter...no matter what you want, daughter...daughter will give it to you...faster...faster, fuck me harder...fuck me, daughter...daughter...I'm coming...I'm coming, ah!"

Hearing my daughter's lewd moans, I was extremely excited. Hearing my daughter's sexual declarations, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Knowing my daughter was about to climax, I increased the frequency of my thrusts, penetrating deeply and forcefully each time, as if I were about to unleash all my pent-up madness. I kept teasing her, saying, "What do you think we're like now? Aren't we...aren't we especially...especially like...a pair of dogs having sex?" As I spoke, I thrust myself deep into her body.

As if in response, my daughter arched her hips back, crying and moaning, "Yes, yes, we...we are...we are...a pair of shameless, wanton men and women, yes, yes...a pair of...fucked bitches. A pair of...related bitches." My daughter reached her climax, a true sexual climax. She lay limp on the bed, not wanting to move an inch.

I hadn't ejaculated yet. Perhaps because of the previous time, it was very difficult to ejaculate this time, and I felt nothing at all. I was so frustrated. Seeing my daughter lying there exhausted, motionless, I felt an indescribable discomfort. I endured it until dawn, without stopping.

Seeing my daughter's vaginal opening red and swollen from my earlier penetration, and knowing she had already orgasmed twice, I just couldn't bring myself to continue thrusting into her. But looking at her, a thought suddenly popped into my head: why not open her back door today too? After all, she'd be mine sooner or later. Once that thought arose, it surged uncontrollably. Yes, my daughter is mine, everything she has is mine, and I will never allow anyone to covet it. I want to have everything my daughter has first.

I gently leaned down and whispered in my daughter's ear, "You little slut, does it feel good? Does Daddy fuck you feel good? Ah, you're already satisfied, but look at Daddy's cock, it's still hard and swollen. What should we do?"

My daughter looked at me weakly, feeling wronged and helpless. "I... I'll help you with my hand, okay? I can't take it anymore, it hurts when I move. Please let my pussy go, okay? After I'm better, you can do whatever you want with me, okay?"

"But Daddy's cock is swollen, it hurts so much."

"How about... how about I use my vagina to make you come?" my daughter said hesitantly.

Seeing my daughter's expression, I knew I had succeeded. "How can that be? You're already so tired, how can Daddy bear to let you work even harder? How about this, let Daddy play with your back door, okay? You just need to lie on the bed and don't move at all."

"But... how can I do that there? It's so dirty there. Will it hurt in a bit? I don't want to..." My daughter looked hesitant, wanting to try but afraid to, which was incredibly tempting.

"Daddy will be very careful, I promise I won't hurt you, trust Daddy, okay? And Daddy promises, you'll feel really good."

"Okay," my daughter agreed very softly. I immediately supported my daughter's buttocks, making her lie face down, her pert buttocks directly in front of me. Seeing that my daughter's buttocks were slightly red and swollen from the strenuous exercise, I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly buried by desire. What I was going to do next was to deflower my daughter's anus, hehe, I'm sure it will feel amazing.

I gently massaged my daughter's high, firm buttocks. She had a lot of pubic hair, even around her anus. I carefully parted them, afraid of hurting her if I accidentally inserted anything. I moved my hand to her anus, and perhaps sensing it, the folds around her anus suddenly contracted. I gently removed it, brought it to my nose, and smelled it. There seemed to be only a faint, very faint odor. Satisfied, I patted my daughter's pert buttocks. My daughter couldn't help but moan. I suddenly realized I had a slightly perverted tendency; I not only enjoyed having sex with my daughter, but also enjoyed playing with her anus. I gripped my daughter's buttocks tightly, spreading them apart. I saw her anus open again. I released her and gently inserted a finger. My daughter arched her body sharply, desperately trying to lift her head. Clearly, I had deeply aroused her. I gently pulled out again, then thrust in again, like a piston, repeatedly pulling in and out. My daughter frowned slightly, as if she was trying her best to endure something. I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure. I hoped it was the latter, but it didn't seem to be. At the same time, I felt that my daughter's vagina was still very dry, without any lubrication. So I gently spat on my daughter's anus, then gently pushed my finger into her anus, continuing to pull in and out. I felt that it was much wetter inside, and I saw that my daughter's tightly furrowed brows relaxed. I knew I had done the right thing. I thrust in and out with one finger even faster, feeling the pleasure of my daughter's anal wall enveloping my finger. It was incredibly pleasurable.

I tried inserting another finger, and my daughter didn't seem to feel any pain. So I confidently thrust in and out forcefully, feeling as if my second penis was challenging her. After a while, my daughter finally felt the relief and softly moaned, "Ah... Daddy, it feels so good to fuck my... anus. It feels like... there's a penis... a cock inside, fucking me hard. I feel so good... Please, use... use your big... big cock to fuck me hard, I don't want... I don't want your fingers..."

Hearing my daughter's declaration of desire, I was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of finger penetration. I felt like a car with its engine fully charged no longer wanted to follow behind a bicycle; I wanted to go full speed ahead. So I straightened up, held my big cock, and slowly moved it towards my daughter's anus, then squeezed it in little by little. Perhaps my daughter was naturally more wanton, a perfect little loli. In any case, her anus was not only very tight but also very easy to open. Just like now, there was no pain on my daughter's face. On the contrary, I enjoyed it. I slowly pushed in, and finally, I inserted my big cock into my daughter's anus. I asked her how it felt.

"It's like...like a bottle filled with water and the stopper is...the cap is on, so full, so exciting, Daddy, how...how does it feel to fuck...fuck my anus?" my daughter moaned and cried out.

"You little slut, finally...you're horny, aren't you? Haha, you're Daddy's daughter, but now Daddy is fucking your anus. Not only is your anus being fucked by me, but your cunt and your mouth are being fucked by me too. Are you enjoying it?" Seemingly deriving immense pleasure, my tone became higher and higher, more and more excited. Even my voice trembled.

"Yes, I am Daddy... Daddy's little slut, I've been since I was little. Last year, I... I witnessed you... you and Mommy making... making love for the first time, and I was captivated by your... your endless tricks. Since then, I've started reading books, especially... especially those about... about fathers and daughters making love... and I... I masturbate, imagining... imagining the characters in the books as myself, imagining you raping me. I'm really... really happy that you... that you can fuck me. Now... now is the time for your daughter to repay you. Your daughter has nothing to repay you with, so... so I offer my body to... to my greatest... greatest father, ah, big-cocked Daddy, hurry... hurry, fuck your... your big cock hard... fuck your daughter's... daughter's flower heart, it's so itchy there, you are my... my dear brother... my dear husband, I... I want to dedicate my everything to you, ah... fuck me... hurry... hurry."

Hearing my daughter's words, which sounded like a confession and were also lewd, my cock became harder and harder. I thrust rapidly, wildly like a bull, each time penetrating deep into my daughter's vagina. Half an hour passed, and the urge to ejaculate grew stronger. The tight anal walls rubbed against my glans, making the pleasure increasingly intense. I pulled out my large penis and then thrust it back into my daughter's vagina. At this point, I no longer cared about my daughter's pain; I only wanted to pour all my semen into her vagina. As I thrust, I gasped, "Ah...ah...faster, almost there...I...I'm going to cum."

Hearing my final call, my daughter knew I had reached the crucial moment, so she clenched her vagina and tried her best to suckle my penis. While screaming, "Shoot... Daddy... Shoot, shoot into your daughter's little cunt, your daughter will... give you a son... give you a daughter, wait... wait until our daughter... grows up, then... then let you fuck... fuck our... daughter. Ah... I... I feel so good... it feels so good inside, I... I'm... almost there too, ah, it's coming... it's coming!" I ejaculated, and my daughter and I reached orgasm at the same time. I lay on top of my daughter, and when I looked up at her, I found that she had already fainted from excitement. I couldn't stop myself from... Exhausted, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, my lower back ached terribly, perhaps from the previous night's excessive indulgence. Seeing my daughter's rosy cheeks and the scratches covering her firm, full breasts, I could imagine how intense our encounter had been. Looking further down, the contrast between her dark pubic area and her firm, white buttocks was striking—it was truly exhilarating. The sheets were stained with semen and vaginal fluid, exuding a decadent aura. My penis jerked; it had slipped out of my daughter's vagina last night, and my premature throbbing had returned, making it hard again. The air was thick with tension, like a flagpole. I quietly got out of bed and dressed.

Then I went downstairs to buy breakfast. Knowing my daughter wouldn't be able to go to school today, I called the teacher early to ask for leave, and also asked for leave myself. I wanted to stay home and spend quality time with my daughter. Returning to the bedroom, I saw my daughter was already awake, but she immediately pretended to be asleep again when she saw me. I couldn't help but smile. I gently walked over and stroked her soft hair. "Tingting, do you regret it? You gave your first time to your father, and he played with you in all sorts of ways."

My daughter didn't react for a long time. My heart skipped a beat. Sigh, my daughter still cares. Although she gave herself to me yesterday, it seems she must regret it very much. I thought to myself, feeling sorry for myself. Suddenly, my daughter spoke: "I never regretted giving my first time to my father, I just regret not giving it to him sooner. And yesterday, it was all my shamelessness that led you to this. If anyone should be blamed, it's me." Hearing my daughter's words, a weight was finally lifted from my heart. I hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment.

My daughter suddenly hesitated, then said, "Go out, I need to change my clothes." I nodded, though I really wanted to stay. Halfway there, I suddenly remembered this was my bedroom, so I turned back, picked her up, and she was surprised. I smiled slightly, "This is my bedroom, I'll carry you to your own room now." As soon as I picked her up, she cried out in pain; it seemed I had really worn her out yesterday. I held her even more carefully.

Halfway there, she shifted slightly. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She stammered, "No...no, I...I just...I need to pee, you...you put me down."

“I’ll take you to the bathroom,” I said, ignoring her protests. I carried her to the bathroom, then spread her legs, revealing her swollen vulva. She seemed embarrassed and struggled, saying, “Put me down, I… I can manage by myself, I… I beg you.” Sensing my insistence, her struggles lessened, and her face flushed red. She looked incredibly alluring. I was stunned. She frowned again and whispered, “It hurts down there, I can’t pee.” I was taken aback. I let her sit on my lap, spread her legs, and gently parted her labia with one hand while gently massaging her stomach with the other. A stream of water sprayed onto the floor, making a suggestive sound. My daughter closed her eyes in embarrassment, unsure of where to put herself. I laughed out loud. After she finished peeing, I carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed. I gently told her, "You rest well, we'll eat together later."

I spoiled my daughter rotten, finally calming her down completely. From then on, she became my ideal daughter, always fulfilling my every request. I finally experienced all sorts of pleasure from her, it was incredibly pleasurable. Her anus became my favorite; almost every time we made love, I would penetrate her anus, it felt as good as her vagina. My daughter became my complete sex slave, letting me do whatever I wanted.

Six months later, my daughter and I left the city, far away from my ex-wife, family, and relatives, and began a carefree life together. Later, we got married, but unfortunately, my daughter didn't give birth to a son or a daughter. Perhaps this was God's punishment for us, who knows?

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