Reposting a true incest story, Part 3

3) The years of using hands and mouth (2)

From then on, my dad would ask me to use my mouth and hands to do it for him almost every day. He preferred me to use my mouth, so I would use my mouth to help him come more often. Time flies, and we worked out like this for two months. I gradually acquiesced and became more and more skilled. My dad liked to have this kind of relationship in three places. The first was on the small sofa in his bedroom. Since there was a carpet, he would sit on the sofa and I would curl up on the carpet or kneel on the carpet and use my mouth or hands to make him feel good between his spread legs. He always seemed to enjoy it. Sometimes he would bend down and pinch my nipples with his hands. When he ejaculated, he would usually ejaculate in my mouth and make me swallow it. At first, I felt disgusted and would try to spit it out. But after it happened many times, I got used to it and stopped thinking about spitting it out. Sometimes my dad would ejaculate on my face, legs, and stomach, and then I would wipe it clean myself.

The second time was in his car. My dad was somewhat obsessed with this, and sometimes he would deliberately drive me out, find a place to stop, and have me do it to him. Every time he did it in the car, he would get extremely excited. He ejaculated quickly, and more importantly, he ejaculated a lot, and he could get an erection quickly, at least twice. Once, he deliberately ejaculated inside my bra and wouldn't let me wipe it off. He even spread the liquid evenly with his hand. At that time, my breasts were still very small, probably not even as big as a small steamed bun. In the end,

my breasts were sticky and a little wrinkled after drying. He was still very excited, kneading them wildly and kissing me. After getting hard, he would want to do it again. The third time was in the bathroom. My younger brother is growing up a bit, and it's not so easy for us to shower together. When he finally gets a chance, my dad won't give it up easily. Usually, he will shower me and take the opportunity to touch me all over while lathering me with soap. And most importantly, at that time, he will touch my genitals without restraint, which he never did before. Even in normal times, he rarely touches me like that, only when showering. Then he made me squat on the ground while he stood and shoved his penis into my mouth, making me lick it. Sometimes he would turn on the bathwater, and I would suck it while being drenched in it. He would ejaculate on my face or in my mouth each time, and he would look very satisfied watching me swallow it.

As I grew up, my body began to develop. I was considered a late bloomer; I didn't start growing pubic hair until I was about thirteen. I didn't have much pubic hair, and it's still quite sparse now. I didn't start menstruating until I was almost fourteen. My breasts developed even later; my nipples didn't start to protrude until I was fourteen. However, after I developed, my father's gaze towards me changed. Once, my father was holding me on the bed. I was already 14 years old, and my period had just ended. My father saw that I was wearing a light blue nightgown that only covered my bottom. I could feel his burning gaze. After my younger brother went to sleep, my father finished showering and called me in. When I came in, he immediately hugged me and pressed his hot lips to mine. Responding reflexively, Dad kissed me passionately. As he kissed me, his hand wandered to my bottom, then slipped inside my underwear and pulled it down. Since I was standing, my underwear slid down little by little. Dad kissed me several times, then sat on the sofa. He pulled me into his arms and began kissing my neck. One hand continued to caress my bottom, while the other grabbed my budding breasts, vigorously rubbing my already erect nipples. After rubbing for a long time, Dad pulled down my slip dress, leaving me naked in front of him. He stared at my developing breasts and said with a smile, "My Lily is almost a big girl, but her breasts are still quite small. They'll be big in the future, so Dad can touch them every day." I was so embarrassed by what he said that I didn't know how to answer, so I lowered my head and remained silent. My father ignored me and took my left nipple into his mouth, first rubbing it with his lips, then sticking out his tongue to lick my delicate nipple, repeating this several times without wanting to leave. Then he gently bit it with his teeth. At that time, perhaps because I was a late bloomer, I didn't actually feel any sexual desire; instead, I was mostly just shy. After my father finished suckling my small left breast, he moved to my small right breast. This time, just like before, he first enveloped my nipple with his warm lips, then rolled my nipple with his tongue, gently biting it, while his hands roamed over my buttocks, then touched my genitals, caressing my sparse pubic hair and clitoris, and gesturing for me to grasp his already hard penis and stroke it up and down. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, leaned back on the sofa, and presented his penis to me, asking me to serve him.

I obediently bent down and rolled my tongue around his glans. I had been doing this for over two years, so I was quite skilled and had mastered many techniques. I slowly licked his glans, constantly stimulating his urethral opening. My left hand held the tip of his penis, while my right hand gently stroked his testicles. I slowly swallowed his penis, letting him feel the warmth of my little mouth. At the same time, I rubbed his penis with my tongue as much as possible, and he moaned comfortably. Then, I gradually increased the speed, letting his penis go in and out of my mouth. The varying speeds made him enjoy it immensely. After a while, I stopped, sticking out my tongue to lick his testicles, while my right hand gently twisted and rubbed his glans. He felt incredibly comfortable and inserted his penis into my mouth again. I started swallowing and spitting out his penis, occasionally stopping to lick his glans and urethral opening. Suddenly, he stood up and roughly shoved his penis into my mouth, holding my head and thrusting rapidly. My hands were on his buttocks, one hand slowly sliding down, gently continuing to stroke his swaying testicles. Suddenly, he let out a long "Oh!" and gripped my head tightly. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I was ready, and then I felt my father's semen shoot into my mouth in spurts, some of it going directly down my throat. There was a lot, and I couldn't handle it; a little slurred up from the corner of my mouth. My father finished, slumped onto the sofa, his penis still proudly erect, not softening or shrinking after ejaculation. I quickly swallowed his semen, paused for a moment, and then knelt between his legs again, watching his penis gradually soften and shrink. I slowly licked it clean for him. My father looked at me with satisfaction and said, "Lily is getting better and better, making me feel like I'm in heaven. When you're older, I'll definitely let you experience the joy of being a woman." He then pinched my nipple and continued, "I hope your breasts get bigger and bigger too. Daddy loves women's breasts. I'm going to touch them as much as I want, and I'll touch them while I'm having sex, hahaha!"

Hearing this, a shadow fell over me. I knew my father's desire had swelled again, and my virginity would be taken from him sooner or later. But what could I do? I could only continue like this, otherwise I would have nothing left.

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