Fatherly love in the garden

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One day, after school, I was wearing a red tank top and a white skirt, carrying a stack of books, when I walked out of the classroom, ready to go home.

It was summer, and this was the time when our school gave students the most freedom on campus. Under the dim moonlight, I saw groups of classmates strolling and chatting in the garden, which made me feel relaxed and happy. So I also walked towards the garden, intending to walk out of the school gate through the path in the garden.

When I reached the edge of a bush that few people walked by, suddenly a masked man wearing a mask covering the upper half of his face jumped out, covered my mouth with his right hand as I opened it in fright, and pinned my hands to my chest with his left hand. Then he dragged me towards the pavilion in the corner of the garden. I struggled incessantly, but no matter how much I struggled, I could not break free from his iron grip.

Upon reaching the pavilion, he released his left hand, pulled a dagger from his back pocket, and pressed it against my face. Terrified, I immediately stopped struggling, my hands went limp, and the book fell to the ground.

Only then did the masked man remove his right hand from my mouth. Out of fear, I dared not scream; my mind went blank, I trembled uncontrollably, not knowing what to do.

The masked man tied my hands behind my back and made me sit on his lap, so we would look like a couple. Although people occasionally walked by, they wouldn't notice us.

The man's left arm encircled my waist, and his right hand slipped inside my tank top, caressing my breasts. My nipples, uncooperatively, stood erect, growing larger and harder.

He gently rubbed them with his thumb and middle finger, tapped them with his index finger, and continued to linger on my breasts with his ring and little fingers.

I couldn't help but let out a faint moan from my tightly closed lips.

Then the man released my waist, his left hand taking over from his right to tease my nipples, while his right hand moved to my right breast, opening a second front. My moans involuntarily intensified.

He played with me like this for a while, then brought his head close to my ear, gently blowing air into my ear canal, lightly biting my earlobe, before moving to my fair neck, kissing it lightly.

I finally opened my mouth and let out a blissful "ah," and he immediately responded with his own mouth, kissing my lips wantonly.

At this moment, my fear had been replaced by lust, and a familiar feeling welled up inside me.

Trying to concentrate, I inhaled the man's scent, and immediately understood: it was my father, my dear father! Thinking of this, I felt another surge of excitement, but deliberately didn't say anything, and began to enjoy the unique stimulation my father's playful techniques brought me.

When my father put his tongue into my mouth, I immediately offered my own little tongue in return.

After kissing for a while, Dad placed my right breast in his left hand, and with his right hand lifted my short skirt and went straight to my crotch. There, through the fabric of my underwear, Dad stroked the place where my two fair and slender thighs met, rubbing back and forth between my mons pubis with his middle finger. The already slightly damp diaper cloth immediately became soaked. My body began to twist and turn, trying to let out a joyful moan, but my mouth was occupied by Dad, so I could only whimper.

Slowly, my labia majora opened. Dad twisted my already soaking wet panties into a rope and placed it between my labia majora and thighs. His right hand began to directly manipulate my clitoris, and he inserted his middle and index fingers together into my vagina, slowly moving them in and out, going deeper and deeper. With each deeper penetration, my moans grew more rapid. When both of Dad's fingers were fully inserted, he even teased my clitoris with his thumb. I immediately trembled as if electrocuted, my vulva overflowing with nectar.

Dad continued to stir his fingers, teasing my clitoris.

I closed my legs, rubbing them together, trying to escape Dad's kisses. I bit my lip, trying my best not to let out any lewd moans, actually because I was afraid I would call out "Dad," so he would know I had recognized him.

By this time, Dad's penis was already swollen and erect. He could no longer hold back. He quickly pulled down my skirt and lifted the tank top, turning me around to face him. In the moonlight, my two white and tender breasts, topped with two red cherries, were incredibly cute. My vulva was dripping with lustful fluid, facing Dad. My two red and tender labia minora were swollen and hard. Except for the small, wrinkled skin at the end shaped like a rooster's comb, the inner and outer skins were smooth and taut. My clitoris was swollen and round, covered with blood vessels, and a string of lustful fluid dripping from the tip of my vulva glistened and was about to drip. My vaginal opening opened and closed like a fish's mouth, implying that it was ready to be taught at any time.

Dad wanted to tease me a little more, so he rubbed his swollen, shiny glans against my mouth. This was too much for me, so I put my mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Oh...it hurts...it's so itchy...ah...Daddy...don't rub anymore...it's sore and numb...um...it's sore...if you want to do it, just do it...don't torture your daughter anymore...umm..."

Hearing this, Dad was stunned for a moment, then laughed, took off his mask, and gently asked, "Good daughter, is it exciting? Isn't it more interesting?"

After saying that, without waiting for my answer, he lowered his body, straightened his pelvis, and in the blink of an eye, he inserted his engorged penis all the way into my vagina, which it often entered and exited. I immediately squeezed my legs together and shouted "Ah..."

full of immense satisfaction, opening my mouth to shout out in gratitude.

Seeing my expression of pure enjoyment, Dad's pride surged, and his lower body began to thrust repeatedly. My pink buttocks rose and fell in rhythm with his thrusts, and my two firm breasts swayed up and down like a pair of white doves as my snow-white body moved. Dad couldn't resist taking turns sucking on my nipples, which made me feel even more pleasure. I arched my back, my long hair disheveled and covering my face.

In an instant, I was panting heavily, covered in fragrant sweat. Dad's big penis was tight, slippery, and pleasurable inside my vagina. My clitoris had countless small labia that seemed to have turned into countless tiny suction cups, squeezing and pressing against Dad's big penis. The glans felt like it was being brushed by a tiny brush, making Dad tremble with pleasure.

I was also experiencing inexplicable pleasure from the penetration, and I kept moaning and groaning: "Oh...oh...your penis is so...so...long...ah...so comfortable...ah...it's reached my core...it's killing me...so swollen...so good...oh, oh, ah...you really know how to penetrate...fuck your daughter to death!"

Amidst my ecstatic moans, my father thrust harder and harder, each time penetrating deep inside, my cervix tightly gripping his large glans, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed down my buttocks and onto my father's thighs as his penis was withdrawn. At this moment, I was on the verge of orgasm, my two long, white, and tender legs were raised high behind my father's waist, straight and hard. With each thrust from my father, my legs trembled, and I moaned, my buttocks moving up and down rhythmically in sync with my father's attacks.

Finally, I reached my climax. I tilted my head back and moaned intermittently, "Oh...it's so good...Daddy's cock is so long...oh...it's hitting my G-spot...so tingly...so comfortable...don't ejaculate yet...I want more...oh oh oh...I'm going to faint..."

I thrashed violently, then shuddered a few more times. After the climax, I lay limp, holding my dad's head, panting heavily.

Dad gently said, "Baby, was that great? Wasn't Daddy's surprise for you nice?"

"Yes, Daddy, it was so great! But you're so naughty, you almost scared your daughter to death!"

As I said this, I lightly hit Daddy's chest twice.

"Do you like it? My good daughter, just imagine, in your school, surrounded by your classmates and teachers, and you're being ambushed and penetrated—how exciting is that!"

"Yes, it's really exciting! To have incest with my dear father in a place like this, how thrilling! Plus, the feeling of being raped, it's truly unique!"

I glanced at the classmates and teachers passing by, smiled lewdly, licked my lips, thrust my lower abdomen, rubbed against my "little father" who was about to slip out of my vagina, and playfully pinched my father's lips: "But, I can't moan loudly, I'm afraid father won't be satisfied!"

"Then moan softly, you little slut. You can moan loudly when we get home!"

As he spoke, my father grinned wickedly and began to suckle my breasts.

And so, my father and I intimately teased each other, constantly saying lewd things. After resting for a while, my father turned me over, made me place my hands on the stone bench of the pavilion, bent over, sticking out my buttocks, and spread my legs apart.

Dad stood behind me, supporting my buttocks with both hands, and slid his penis back into my tender hole.

With a "plop," Dad thrust in forcefully.

As soon as Dad started thrusting, my waist swayed back and forth in rhythm.

Dad quickly reached under my armpits and tightly grasped my increasingly full breasts.

"Ah...oh..." I was being attacked from both ends, the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Dad's fingers suddenly tightened and then loosened, making me feel like I was flying to heaven, my moans gradually rising, the penis inside me already submerged in my juices, making a splashing sound deep inside me.

Dad's scrotum slapped against my snow-white buttocks with each thrust, making a "slap, slap" sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Each time, Dad would thrust his thick, fleshy penis fully into my already muddy little hole, grind it a few times, then pull it out completely, leaving only the glans inside before thrusting it in again with all his might. Each thrust hit my G-spot, impacting my cervix. I felt my tender little hole swell, ache, itch, numb, and pleasurable all at once.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Oh... Faster... Oh... Ah, um, oh... Daddy's big penis is so good... so good... It's fucking your little daughter to death... Ah... Oh... Deeper... Ah, it touched... Oh... Ah... My G-spot again, Ah, another time, Oh, oh... So swollen... So full, Ah, oh... Daddy is so bad... Grinding my flower... Flower, oh flower... Heart... You've... Oh... Pierced... Pierced through! Ah... Pierce through Tingting..."

My lewd moans drove Dad even crazier. He held my buttocks with both hands, and his thrusting speed suddenly increased. I let out cries of pleasure that sounded like crying.

As my father's enormous penis thrust in and out, the pleasure in my lower body rapidly swelled. My sweat-drenched breasts swayed back and forth with the impact of his penis against my tender hole, adding even more pleasure: "Little sister... ah, my little sister... feels so good being fucked by your... oh, your big cock, I'm going to fly... oh... I'm going to fly... faster... faster... oh oh... ah ah... ah—fuck your daughter to death...fuck Tingting to death...fuck Tingting through... ah oh oh... so good... ya... oh... um ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... ya... ah..."

Suddenly, my whole body stiffened and arched backward, allowing my father's penis to clearly feel the continuous spasms of my honey hole as I reached orgasm, as if a small hand was tightly squeezing my father's glans. This tight, warm, and tingling sensation spread from the glans to the entire penis, reaching my father's cerebral cortex.

My father gripped my waist with both hands, instinctively pulling his penis quickly to the entrance of my vagina. Immediately, he thrust his hips forward with all his might, his large penis plunging in rapidly. At the same time, he forcefully pulled my pink buttocks towards the base of his penis, the glans piercing through my cervix and penetrating my uterus. Instantly, all the nerves in my body convulsed, and a surge of heat rushed out, trembling, violently impacting my uterus with unimaginable speed and force. One spurt had barely finished before the next followed, seven or eight spurts in a row. The glans was trapped inside my uterus by the cervix, and in one breath, he injected every last drop of his essence into my uterus.

The scalding semen poured onto my uterine wall, and the pain and pleasure of the glans penis stretching my cervix brought me to another peak while I was still in the throes of orgasm. My whole body convulsed violently, and even my father's body trembled. My vaginal fluids flowed like an unstoppable faucet, running down my penis onto my father's legs and then onto the ground.

After a long while, my father withdrew his limp penis from my vagina. I had already passed out, lying limply on the stone bench, a sweet smile still on my face. My mouth was still open from the cries of orgasm, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of my mouth, down my cheek, onto my pink breasts. Milky white semen flowed freely from my slightly parted labia, mixing with my vaginal fluids and vaginal secretions, slowly flowing down my fair thighs.

After a short rest, my father straightened our clothes, helped me, who was now completely exhausted, and left the garden…

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