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My father's two experiences of secretly having sex 

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My name is Nini, and I'm 16 years old. The reason I'm telling you about my dad is because my feelings for him are hard to express in other ways. When
I was little, every night I would ask my dad to come to my bedside, hold me, and talk to me. Sometimes he would touch my genitals, which felt so good, and
I would fall asleep in his warm embrace. But as I grew older, my dad's affection for me gradually decreased, which disappointed me. I understand
why, because ultimately, boys and girls are different. So sometimes when I touch my developing breasts while showering, I feel secretly angry, resentful that they've
grown so I can no longer receive my father's embrace.

When I was 14, one night when I went to the bathroom, I heard strange noises coming from my parents' bedroom. I sneaked to their door and looked inside.
I saw my father on top of my mother, his buttocks moving up and down. My mother was moaning below, as if she was enjoying it. I was terrified
and quickly went back to bed. At that moment, I felt something wet down there, and it felt sticky to the touch.

After that incident, I often listened to the sounds coming from my parents' bedroom at night. Several times, it was in the middle of the night when I heard panting, so I quietly slipped to my parents
' bedroom door, tilted my ear, and listened to what was happening inside. I always felt very excited while listening, and my breathing became rapid. After each time I eavesdropped, I couldn't help but take
off all my clothes, lie naked on the bed, put my hand to my genitals, and use my fingers to stroke up and down my vaginal opening, slowly probing my private parts. I would
occasionally insert my fingers a little bit inside, and I felt very excited. My vagina would also produce more viscous fluid.

One night, while I was masturbating naked in bed, an idea suddenly popped into my head. What would my dad's reaction be if he saw me sleeping naked
? As if on cue, the door opened—it was my dad! I immediately pulled my hand away from my clitoris, closed my eyes
, and pretended to be asleep. After entering, my dad didn't leave immediately as usual; he stood in the doorway, staring at me. I lay still, afraid to move. My legs were spread apart, and
in the dim light of the nightlight, he could clearly see my entire vulva. In my memory, he had seen me naked many times when I was little, but since
I was old enough to understand, I had never let my dad see my vulva.

He moved closer to my bedside. I peeked through a crack in my eye and saw that my father's pants were bulging like a tent. He stood there,
staring at me. My hair was past my shoulders, a brownish-gold color with shimmering gold; my breasts were full and firm, not very large, but round and perky;
the dark pubic hair on my mons pubis formed a triangle, while my vulva was still smooth. For some reason, my nipples had hardened, and a little vaginal
fluid had seeped out. I hoped my father wouldn't notice the wetness. After a while, my father slowly backed away, turned, and left the room, gently closing the door
behind him. My tense heart relaxed, but a sense of loss lingered. I hoped he would make a move, but he just stood there, staring
without doing anything.

As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to my vagina and began to fiddle with it rapidly. I recalled my father's expression when he saw me naked, and the thought of his
erect penis. I felt incredibly excited and stimulated, and instantly reached an unprecedented orgasm! I almost screamed
, but managed to hold it in. As the orgasm subsided, I lay on the bed, wondering what my father's penis looked like. Judging from how high it was stretched by his pants, it
must be very powerful. I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina again. My hymen had been damaged and ruptured during masturbation; it hurt a little
and bled a little, but it subsided quickly. I inserted and removed my finger a few times, fantasizing that it was my father's penis, but my finger was too short and thin, so it became
boring and 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 was my father's.

When I woke up in the morning, Dad made me a delicious breakfast as usual. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but I quickly warmed up 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 night, I originally planned to sleep naked again while waiting for my dad to come, but unfortunately, he had work at the company and hadn't returned yet. So I had to put on my pajamas and cover myself with the blanket.

I went to bed alone. Just as I was falling asleep, my father came home. He quietly opened my bedroom door and came in. He gazed at me, hesitated for a while, then
closed the door and left. His departure left me feeling somewhat lost.

It was a weekend night, and I was lying naked on my back, legs spread wide, ankles dangling off the sides of my single bed, so my dad could
see my vulva without obstruction. Around ten o'clock, my dad came in. He opened the door, peeked inside, then came in, closed the door behind him, and
locked it. Unlike before, this time my dad was only wearing a pair of tight-fitting shorts, his upper body bare. He walked to the edge of the bed and looked me up and down, his crotch quickly
swelling, his underwear bulging noticeably like a tent!

I pretended to be asleep, not moving an inch, only feeling a slight warmth in my lower abdomen and some vaginal fluid seeping out. After examining me for a few minutes, my father took off
his underwear. "Wow! What a thick, huge penis!" I exclaimed inwardly. It was a penis at least 20 centimeters long, as thick as a flashlight, with a shiny
, purplish-red glans at the tip, and a firm, round scrotum below, from which I could clearly see two swollen, protruding buds. I was incredibly
excited, yet also somewhat afraid.

Dad reached out his right hand and gently stroked my pubic hair for a while before placing it on my vulva, his middle finger slipping inside and caressing. I felt excited, and involuntarily,
more vaginal fluid seeped out. I knew his fingers were completely wet, while my vaginal fluid continued to flow. He placed his left hand on my right breast,
gently kneading it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop caressing me, so I continued to pretend to be asleep. I peeked through my eyes and
saw some translucent, thick liquid on the head of Dad's penis, slowly dripping down, the thin strands sticking out. Dad's right hand was still caressing my
already wet vulva, while his left hand alternately rubbed my full breasts. My vulva longed for his penis to enter, but I was also a little afraid. I knew it
was wrong for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted Dad to touch me! Dad's thick middle finger entered my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating. Ah! So good!

A few minutes later, Dad withdrew his finger. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my spread legs, and then leaned down to gently press against me.
He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "pressing" me down. He was on top; I was on the bottom, so we formed an overlapping "
i" and "y" shape.

I felt something hard touching my vulva; I knew it was my father's penis head. I was both excited and scared, but I didn't want to stop him
. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down between my wet vulva, sometimes teasing my clitoris. After two minutes, he pressed the head of his penis against
the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if he would really penetrate me, really fuck his own daughter! I remained still, wondering
what he would do. He paused for a moment, and I felt him apply slight pressure; the head of his penis was inside my vagina! I didn't make a sound. He pushed further in, and I
felt a tightness at the entrance. He continued thrusting, and his penis seemed to go in a little further. I felt a little pain. I knew I should tell him to stop this incestuous act, but
somehow I just couldn't.

I heard his breathing become heavy and labored. After a pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper, making me feel a throbbing pain. He
continued to push in, his heavy breathing, until he was completely inside me, unable to go any further. His scrotum pressed against my buttocks, and my vagina
was saturated; I had never felt anything like it before. My father 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; it was bearable. He repeated the thrusting motion, gradually increasing the amplitude after dozens of times,
until finally each thrust was all the way in, his scrotum hitting my buttocks. He continued thrusting, making pleasurable groans.

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 mounted the female dog and thrust only about ten times
before pulling away, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. Their rear ends were chained together, and it wasn't until nearly fifteen minutes later that they were freed. The onlookers
all saw that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and glistening with red oil. Dad's penis rhythmically moved in and out of my vagina; the pain had disappeared.

Instead, an indescribable pleasure arose. When I glanced at him, my father's handsome face was right in front of me. 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, Dad's penis began to thrust faster and faster, and a beast-like growl came from his throat
. His scrotum pounded against my buttocks at an extremely fast speed. I felt a mix of soreness and itchiness from him... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deeply inserted into my vagina, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole
body was tense, and I could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God, I'm enjoying my lovely daughter!" Dad groaned loudly. I felt a strange sensation in my vagina; Dad's glans was swollen and throbbing, one thrust, two
thrusts, three thrusts... He was ejaculating inside me! I never imagined he would ejaculate inside his own daughter's vagina so recklessly, scattering his seed! And he kept
throbbing and spitting out semen; I didn't know how long he would keep ejaculating before stopping.

My father's glans finally stopped throbbing, but his penis didn't shrink. Two more minutes passed before he pulled his still-erect penis out of my vagina, got up,
put on his underwear, gently kissed my lips, and left my bedroom. I was momentarily paralyzed, terrified. I felt it was all my
fault; I could have told him to stop, to end this illicit affair between father and daughter, but I didn't, letting him steal my pleasure. I reached down to touch my vulva; my
slit, inner thighs, and buttocks were all sticky and wet. I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom to wash, but I felt exhausted, my lower body ached, and my thighs were weak. I was also worried about
running into my father on the way to the bathroom; it would be embarrassing. I managed to find my underwear under the pillow, stuffed it into my slit, and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from dripping and staining the sheets
.

I glanced at the clock on the radio; it was 11:55. I lay in bed for a long time, my mind replaying
the wondrous pleasure of my father's large penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. I sat up, put on my robe, covered my vulva tightly with my hand, and tiptoed 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 returned to the bedroom, changed into clean underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and went to sleep.
This time, I didn't have an orgasm, but I didn't care. I just felt a strange sense of unease, and after a long while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it.

The next morning, Dad acted as usual, as if nothing had happened. I pretended to be nonchalant too, 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 sexually aroused. Each night I slept in my underwear, covered with a sheet, and my father didn't come to my bedroom. Until
the third night after my father had raped me, I again slept naked, without pajamas or underwear, only the sheet covering my lower body. I 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 gently closed and locked it
, walking to the bedside. I peeked through my eyes; my father was only wearing underwear. He stared at me for a moment; I knew he was watching me, probably to see if I was asleep. Then he
removed the sheet covering my lower body. Upon seeing my naked body, his breathing quickened, becoming heavy, and his crotch immediately bulged, like a small hill.

"Ah! So beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured softly, and quickly pulled down his underwear, revealing his thick, large penis, which sprang out, proud and 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 very wide. Dad reached between my legs with his right hand and touched my tender vulva, making it even wetter. He
rubbed inside my vulva for a while, his fingers becoming wet. Then Dad carefully climbed onto my bed, spread my legs wide apart,
placed his lower body between my spread thighs, and gently pressed himself against me. He then raised my knees, making my vulva protrude further. I
lay quietly, pretending to sleep, letting Dad do as he pleased. Dad inserted the head of his penis into my vagina and gently thrust his hips, slowly inserting his hard, thick penis into
my vagina. With each thrust, Dad let out a low, pleasurable groan, as if experiencing great pleasure. Although I didn't feel the same as the first time I was penetrated the night before...

The pain was intense, but my vaginal walls were being stretched open inch by inch by his thick penis head, feeling so tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, which greatly
reduced the pain of tightness.

Dad thrust deeper and deeper, his hard, erect penis fully inside my lower abdomen, his swollen scrotum pressed tightly against my buttocks. My vagina was
filled by Dad's powerful penis, which excited me greatly, but I was still somewhat afraid. After his penis was fully inside, Dad paused for a moment before beginning to thrust. He pulled his large penis almost completely
out, leaving only the glans inside, and immediately thrust it in again to the hilt, letting out a pleasurable groan. He rhythmically moved his hips, repeating this
in-and-out motion, gently fucking my wet, fully developed, tender vagina again and again. I was fucked like this by Dad for a long time, and I felt extremely
comfortable. I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my body was beyond my control; my vagina was leaking fluid, and sometimes I couldn't help but slightly raise my hips to welcome Dad
's penetration. Dad increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis frequently entering and exiting my vagina, and I felt an indescribable pleasure and comfort, this wonderful feeling growing
stronger and stronger. From my father's humming, I knew he was also enjoying great happiness.

Suddenly, Dad's penis, deeply inserted into my vagina, stopped moving. He had stopped. He was regulating his breathing, trying to suppress his excitement
. After nearly a minute of silence, 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. Dad was no longer gently and slowly thrusting, but frantically pounding into my vagina. Under his intense onslaught,
my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed up, 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,
the vaginal walls spasmed intensely, opening and closing automatically… I had reached an unprecedented, indescribable, ecstatic orgasm.

My father, in his final moments of pleasure, was thrusting faster and harder. "Ah! God! Yes! That's it! Oh!" he growled,
his body stiffening. I felt him ejaculate, a violent ejaculation! Though it only lasted a few seconds, I felt his semen overflow and fill my vagina
. I could hardly believe it; I had let my father rape me again, ejaculate inside me, and even reach a powerful orgasm! My father, perhaps exhausted,
his limbs weak, could no longer support his weight, and he collapsed on top of me. I felt his body was so heavy, but I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. I heard his heavy breathing.
After a while, he pulled out his hard, rubbery penis, got up, put his underwear back on, and kissed me repeatedly on the lips: "Goodnight! My beautiful princess!" he
murmured softly, then left.

【over】

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