Dad's unexpected gain

My dad's unexpected discovery:
My name is Katie, and you can probably tell from my name that I'm female. I'm fifteen and a half years old and in the ninth grade (note: equivalent to the third year of junior high school). I started developing when I was twelve and gradually began masturbating, mostly while showering and stroking my clitoris, which I found very pleasurable. Sometimes I do it once or twice a week, and sometimes I don't do it for a week or two. Since turning fifteen about six months ago, I've gradually started to have some desires for men. I don't actually want to find a man, but when I masturbate, while stroking my clitoris, I imagine what it would feel like if a man were hugging and touching me. I wonder what that would feel like?

In my elective course on physiology and hygiene, I learned basic knowledge about male-female sexual relations and saw diagrams and real photos of the male genitalia in several reference books, including comparative photos of the penis when it is engorged and swollen with blood. I also heard detailed and explicit descriptions of male-female intercourse from several female classmates. This fascinated me, but also frightened me: several girls in school had become pregnant; some had taken leave to go home and give birth, disappearing from the public eye; others had undergone abortions, reportedly due to incest or rape. I knew the potential consequences of sexual intercourse.

I have male friends, but they are just ordinary friends; I still don't have a boyfriend.

My father is thirty-seven years old, very handsome and strong. In my memory, my father never got angry with me. He was always so gentle and loving, and we were always very close. Lately, when I masturbate, I keep fantasizing about my father; but it's just a fantasy, I've never really thought about having sex with him.

Before going to sleep, my father often checks into my bedroom to see if I'm asleep and covered with a blanket. There's a nightlight in my room, so he can see clearly. Sometimes I'm not asleep, and when he opens the door and looks in, I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

One night, while I was masturbating naked in bed, an idea suddenly came to me. It was almost time for my father's routine check-in, and I wondered how he would react if he saw me sleeping naked. Just then, the doorknob started turning—my father was coming! I immediately withdrew my hand, which was stroking my clitoris, and placed it beside me, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep. I heard the door open, and I peeked through a slit to see what was happening.

My father didn't leave immediately as usual; he stood in the doorway, staring at me. After a moment, he came in and stood in the middle of the room. I lay still, afraid to move. My legs were spread apart, and in the shadow of the nightlight, he could clearly see my entire vulva. In my memory, I couldn't recall him ever seeing me naked. Since I was old enough to understand, I had never let my father see my breasts or vulva.

He moved closer to my bedside, and I could see that the front of his pants was bulging like a tent.

"Ah! God! You are so beautiful!" His voice was extremely soft, and I could only hear it from very close range.

He stood by the bed, gazing at me for several minutes.

My hair was past my shoulders, a brownish-yellow with a shimmering golden sheen; my breasts, though not large, were round and full, still developing; there were a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs on my mons pubis, while the rest of my vulva remained smooth. Suddenly, my nipples hardened on their own, and some vaginal fluid seeped from my vulva. I hoped my father wouldn't notice how wet my vulva was.

He slowly stepped back, turned, and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. My tense heart relaxed, but I also felt a sense of loss. I hoped he would do something, not just stand there motionless.

As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to my vulva, quickly stroking it. The thought of my father seeing my naked body and his penis instantly becoming erect filled me with excitement, and I reached an unprecedented climax! I almost screamed, but managed to hold it in. As

the climax subsided, I lay on the bed, wondering what my father's penis looked like. Judging from how high his crotch was stretched, his penis must be very large. I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and ruptured last year when I used tampons; there had been some bleeding and a little pain, but it subsided quickly. I inserted and removed my finger a few times, imagining it was my father's penis, but my finger was too thin and short, and it became somewhat boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was something thicker and larger, or a real man's penis. But I didn't want any other man's penis; what I wanted was my father's.

In the morning, my father made me a delicious breakfast as usual. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but I quickly recovered. After breakfast, as usual, my father left for his office first, and then I went out to catch the school bus to school.

That evening, I planned to sleep naked again while waiting for my father, but unfortunately, my period started in the afternoon. When I went to bed, I used sanitary napkins, wore underwear and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my father gently opened the door and came in. Unlike before, he was only wearing a pair of close-fitting underwear tonight, his upper body naked, and a large bulge was clearly visible in his crotch. He stared at me, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door and left. His departure left me feeling somewhat lost. Several days passed like this until my period finally ended.

That night, I lay naked on my back without pajamas or underwear, my legs wide open, my ankles dangling off the sides of my single bed, wanting my father to have an unobstructed view of my vulva.

My father came! He opened the door, peered inside, then came in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. My father was shirtless, wearing only shorts. He walked to the edge of the bed and examined my naked body from head to toe. His crotch quickly swelled, creating a tent-like opening! I pretended to be fast asleep, not moving at all. I only felt a slight warmth in my lower abdomen, and some vaginal fluid had already seeped out. After scrutinizing me by the bedside for a few minutes, my father took off his underwear.

"Wow! What a huge cock!" I exclaimed inwardly.

It looked like an eight- or nine-inch flashlight, with a shiny purplish-red head at the tip and a firm, round sac below. I could clearly see two small, swollen balls of flesh protruding from the sac. I was very excited, but also a little scared.

Dad gently placed his right hand on my vulva, his middle finger slipping into the crevice and stroking it. I felt very aroused, and involuntarily, I immediately secreted some more vaginal fluid. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my vaginal fluid was still flowing out continuously. He placed his left hand on my right breast and gently kneaded it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop touching me because of it, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

I peeked through my narrow eyes and saw a thin, translucent liquid dripping slowly from the head of my father's penis, the fine strands clinging to it. His right hand was still caressing my already wet vagina, while his left hand alternately kneaded my breasts. My vagina longed for his penis to penetrate, yet I was also afraid. I knew it was wrong for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted him to touch me! My father's thick middle finger slipped into my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating.

Ah! So good!

A few minutes later, he withdrew his finger. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my wide-open legs, then leaned down and pressed himself against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "crushing" me. So we were now overlapping, one on top of the other, forming the shape of an "i" and the other an "y". He was the "i", on top; I was an inverted "y", on the bottom.

I felt something hard touching my vulva; I knew it was my father's penis head. I was both excited and scared. I hadn't used any contraception, and my father hadn't worn a condom, but I didn't want to stop him. My father rubbed his penis head back and forth between my wet vulva, sometimes teasing my clitoris.

After doing this for two minutes, he pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if my father would really penetrate me, if he would really fuck his own daughter! I remained still, wondering what he would do. He paused for a moment, and I felt him exerting a little force; the head of his penis was already inside my vagina! I didn't make a sound, and he pushed in again. I felt very swollen. He continued to thrust, and it seemed like his penis went in even further. I felt some pain. I knew I should tell him to stop this incestuous act immediately, but somehow I just couldn't do it.

I could hear his breathing become heavy and labored. After pausing for a moment, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis going deeper and deeper. I felt very swollen, but it didn't hurt too much. He continued to thrust and pump heavily for another two or three minutes, then pressed firmly against me, unable to go any further; he was completely inside me. His scrotum was pressed tightly against my buttocks, and my vagina was swollen to the point of fullness; I had never felt anything like it before.

Dad paused for a moment, then began to thrust again. He gently pulled his penis out two or three inches, then slowly inserted it again. It hurt a little, but not too much; I could bear it.

He repeatedly thrust in and out, and after a couple hundred times, the range of motion gradually increased, eventually reaching about five or six inches. Each time he inserted, he went all the way in, causing his scrotum to slap against my buttocks. He kept thrusting, making pleasurable groans.

I wondered how long my father would continue. I couldn't help but recall seeing a male dog and a female dog mating once. The male dog had been on the female dog's back, thrusting about ten times before withdrawing, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. The two dogs were chained together, their rear ends facing each other, and it took nearly fifteen minutes for them to separate. We, the onlookers, all saw that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and glistening with red oil.

My father's penis rhythmically moved in and out of my vagina. The pain had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable pleasure. When I glanced at him, his handsome face was right in front of me, only four or five inches away. 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 completely absorbed in extreme pleasure.

A few minutes later, his 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. He made me feel both sore and itchy... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deep inside my vagina, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole body was tense, and I could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God!" Dad groaned loudly.

I felt something strange in my vagina; his glans was so swollen, throbbing once, twice, three times... He was ejaculating inside me! I never imagined he would just ejaculate inside his own daughter's vagina without any regard for the consequences, spilling his seed! And he was still throbbing and spitting out semen; I didn't know how long he would keep going.

Dad's glans finally stopped throbbing, but his penis didn't shrink. Two minutes later, he finally pulled his still-hard penis out of my vagina, got up, and got out of bed.

He put on his underwear, gently kissed my cherry lips, and left my bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move. I felt deeply guilty; it was all my fault. I could have told him to stop, to end this illicit affair, but I didn't, letting my father indulge his lust.

I reached down to touch my vulva; it still felt a little sore inside, and 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 was exhausted, my legs weak, and I was also worried about running into my father on the way—that would be embarrassing. I managed to find my underwear under the pillow, stuffed it into my vagina, and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from dripping and staining the sheets.

I remembered reading in my health book that conception usually occurs within the two weeks between the end and start of menstruation. My period just ended, so maybe I won't get pregnant! Of course, I know that's not a guarantee. I glanced at the clock on the radio; it was 11:55 p.m.

I lay in bed resting for a long time, my mind replaying the wonderful pleasure of my father's big penis going in and out of my vagina. I sat up, put on my robe, pulled my underwear tightly over my vulva, and quietly went 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 went back to the bedroom, changed into another pair of clean underwear, and covered myself with the sheet to sleep. I hadn't had an orgasm tonight, but I didn't care at the moment. I felt a strange sense of panic, and after a long while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it.

The next morning, Dad acted as usual, as if nothing had happened the night before. I pretended to be nonchalant, 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 very aroused. Every night I slept in my underwear, covered myself with a sheet, and Dad didn't come to my bedroom.

This was the third night since Dad had cheated on me. I felt a strong sexual urge again. I didn't wear pajamas, took off my underwear, lay down naked, covered my lower body with the sheet, and slowly stroked my vulva with my hand, waves of pleasure washing over me. Suddenly I heard the doorknob turn. I quickly removed my hand and pretended to be asleep with my eyes closed.

Dad gently pushed the door open, then gently closed and locked it before walking to the bedside. I peeked through my eyes; Dad was only wearing underwear, his crotch bulging like a small hill. He stared at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts. His crotch immediately bulged even more. Then he pulled off the sheet covering my lower body. As soon as he saw my naked vulva, his breathing quickened and became heavy.

"Ah! So beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured softly.

He quickly pulled down his underwear, and his thick, eight-inch-long penis immediately sprang out, 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 excitement, and my vagina involuntarily secreted fluid.

My legs were parted, but not wide. Dad slipped his right hand between my legs, touching my vulva, making it even wetter. He rubbed inside for a while, his fingers becoming wet. He withdrew his hand, gently spreading my legs wider, and carefully climbed onto the bed, placing his lower body between my spread thighs, pressing lightly against me. We were now in an "i" and an inverted "y" position.

After forcing my legs apart, Dad raised my knees, making my vulva protrude even more.

My conscience told me I should stop him immediately and not continue this immoral act, but somehow, I just lay there obediently, pretending to be asleep, letting my father do as he pleased.

My father inserted the head of his penis into my vagina and gently moved his hips, inch by inch inserting his hard, thick penis into my vagina. With each thrust, he let out a low, pleasurable groan, as if he were experiencing great pleasure. Although I didn't feel the same pain as when I was first penetrated the night before, my vaginal walls were being stretched open inch by inch by his penis head, feeling very tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already filled with vaginal fluid, which greatly reduced the pain of the tightness.

I felt my father penetrating deeper and deeper; his eight-inch-long, hard penis was completely inside my lower abdomen, his firm, swollen scrotum pressed tightly against my buttocks. My vagina was filled by my father's powerful penis, which excited me greatly, but I was still a little scared. After his penis was fully inside, my father 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. He groaned with pleasure, rhythmically swaying his hips, repeating this in-and-out motion, gently fucking my wet, not-yet-fully-developed vagina again and again.

He fucked me like that for a long time, and I felt incredibly good. I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my body wouldn't obey me. My vagina was leaking fluid, and sometimes I couldn't help but lift my hips slightly to welcome my father's penetration.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis frequently entering and exiting my vagina. I felt an indescribable sexy pleasure, and this wonderful feeling grew stronger and stronger. From my father's moans, I knew he was also enjoying great pleasure. Suddenly, his penis was deeply inserted into my vagina and didn't move. My father stopped. He was regulating his breathing, as if trying to suppress his excited emotions. After stopping for almost a minute, he continued to thrust.

This time, he only pulled his penis out about halfway before immediately inserting it again, thrusting much faster and with greater force than before. It was no longer a gentle, slow motion, but a frantic, rapid pounding of my vagina.

Under his intense onslaught, my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed, even more tense. Ah! Like a balloon exploding, my mind went blank, a surge of heat welled up in my lower abdomen, and in a hazy state, my vagina spasmed intensely, opening and closing involuntarily… I reached an indescribable, ecstatic orgasm, unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Dad began a faster, more forceful, frenzied thrusting.

“Ah! God! Yes! That’s it! Ohhhhhhh!!!” Dad roared, his whole body hardening.

I felt him ejaculate, a violent ejaculation! Although it only lasted a few seconds, I felt my father's 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 was also exhausted, his limbs weak, unable to support his weight. He was on top of me, and I felt how heavy he was. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but I could hear his heavy breathing. After a while, he pulled out his penis, which felt like a hard rubber tube, and got up. He put his underwear back on, kissed my lips lightly, and then kissed my breasts.

"Goodnight! My beautiful princess!" he murmured softly, and then left.

I lay in bed, my mind starting to race again. Why did I let my father rape me again? My vagina is now filled with my father's semen, and deep inside my vagina is his seed. Why is this happening?

I straightened my knees, took out my underwear from under the pillow, stuffed it between my legs, and straightened and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from leaking out and soiling the sheets. I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash, but I thought I should wait a little longer to avoid running into my father or mother, but I fell asleep without realizing it.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already seven in the morning. I put on my bathrobe and went to the bathroom. There was still some thick, milky semen left in my vagina. I sat on the toilet and let it flow out, which also caused a considerable amount of urine to be discharged. I showered to wash myself clean, went back to my room to get dressed, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Today is Saturday, and I got up later than usual. My father, having roughly predicted my arrival time, had just prepared breakfast for me: orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, and English muffins—all my favorites. He himself had already eaten and was reading the morning paper and drinking coffee.

"Did you sleep well?" my father asked.

I didn't know how to answer; my mind was in turmoil. I simply nodded and lowered my head to eat. My father's calm and composed expression made me somewhat uneasy and uneasy. He had ejaculated inside me twice; I might be pregnant, yet he seemed completely unconcerned! He continued reading the newspaper.

After breakfast, I went out to visit my close friend Lisa to talk and clear my head. We talked about everything, but of course, I wouldn't tell her about my sexual relationship with my father. Being with her allowed me to temporarily forget the things my father had done to me the night before that kept haunting my mind. We also talked about the boys at school, and then did some homework together.

I didn't get home until almost dinnertime. After dinner, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I took off my coat and put on my pajamas. I turned on my computer, put on my headphones, listened to CDs, and searched for information about the French Revolution online for my history presentation. Then I went into some online chat rooms and chatted with a few people. At eight o'clock, I logged off, turned off the computer, sat on my bed, leaned against the headboard, turned on the TV, and browsed different channels at random.

Around nine o'clock, someone knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me, may I come in?" It was my father's voice.

I didn't know what he wanted at this time. I checked myself, making sure all the parts of my body that shouldn't be exposed were covered, and said, "Yes, please come in."

My father came in and closed the door. He had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. He walked to the bed and sat down. I leaned against the headboard with a pillow behind my back, my nightgown was short, and most of my legs were exposed. The scene from last night flashed through my mind again, and my vagina immediately became hot.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, looking at me.

"I'm okay, I guess," I replied.

"Last night was a very special night," he said calmly.

I didn't know how to answer and lowered my head in silence.

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked.

"I just feel very confused. You shouldn't have ejaculated inside me; I might get pregnant." I couldn't help but blurt it out.

He reached out and pulled me into a gentle embrace. "I can't let you get pregnant," he said.

"What?" I was a little confused.

"I can't get you pregnant. After your brother was born, Mommy didn't want to have any more children, so I had a vasectomy that year," he replied.

He started massaging my back. I had been wondering what kind of contraception my parents used. So this was it. His massage felt so good. Holding me like this reminded me of last night, and my vulva started to feel wet.

He first kissed my cheek lightly, then my lips. He gently kissed my lips for a while. My body started to react; I really wanted to have sex with him.

"I know you like sex; you felt good last night," he whispered, kissing my forehead. His lips returned to my cherry lips, but this time his kiss was passionate, sweet, like a lover's.

I felt my nightgown being lifted, and his hand covered my right breast, gently caressing it. His tongue parted my cherry lips and entered my mouth, occasionally sucking on my tongue. Being embraced, caressed, and kissed by my father was intoxicating; my vulva and crotch were already soaked. My father kissed me for a long time, then he took off my hooded nightgown, leaving me only in my bikini bottoms.

"You're so beautiful!" he whispered, his voice becoming deep. He stood up and took off his bathrobe. He wasn't wearing any underwear underneath; he was completely naked, his large penis erect, veins bulging, glans a purplish-red and glistening.

He approached me, laid me flat on the bed, hooked his fingers around the waistband of my underwear, pulled it down, and tossed it aside. He bent down, his head close to my vulva. I didn't know what he wanted until I felt his tongue licking my moist slit. I suddenly felt incredibly aroused, and he stopped licking.

"Ss ...

Dad inserted his fingers into my vagina and thrust them in and out. I felt myself approaching orgasm. I needed his penis, not his fingers!

"Put your penis in!" I groaned.

"Are you sure you want it?" Dad asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!" I answered.

Dad quickly climbed on top of me and swiftly thrust his penis deep into my vagina. At that moment, I didn't care if the sky fell; all I wanted was the wonderful feeling of Dad's thick, hard penis inside me! His penis began to move, and pleasure flooded my mind.

"Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I cried out in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. Dad hurriedly covered my mouth with his hand.

A powerful orgasm overwhelmed me; my vaginal fluids gushed out, and my vagina contracted and spasmed intensely.

The intense climax gradually subsided, and Dad began thrusting rapidly, each time going all the way in, pressing tightly against my vulva, grinding and rubbing. My vulva made gurgling sounds under Dad's thrusts.

"Ah! So sore! So swollen!...So good!"

A few minutes later, I was brought to another climax by Dad's relentless assault! Dad's breathing became very heavy, his buttocks moved rapidly, his penis like an engine piston, quickly moving in and out of my vagina. Suddenly, I felt his penis swell even larger; he tried to thrust as deep as possible into my clitoris, beginning to ejaculate violently with each thrust. About ten seconds later, he had finished, but he didn't pull out his penis, leaving it inside my vagina.

He held me tightly, my round breasts pressed into mounds by his strong chest. He kissed me passionately, and I extended my little tongue, letting him suckle it.

"That's wonderful!" he said, pulling his still-erect penis from my vagina, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen, and standing erect.

"Daddy, are you sure I won't get pregnant?" I asked.

"Of course, absolutely not!" Daddy answered confidently.

Daddy had never lied to me; I believed him, though I was still a little scared. "You should go now; lingering will arouse suspicion," I said.

"Kartie, my beautiful princess, I love you so much!" he said, putting his bathrobe back on.

"Daddy, I love you too!" I replied sincerely.

Dad hugged me again. "You won't worry or overthink anymore, will you?" His tone was full of concern.

"No," I replied, though I was still a little worried and scared.

Dad went out. I found my underwear and put it on, then put on my pajamas. I lay on the bed, my mind a jumble of thoughts, trying to organize them. I had let Dad fuck me three times, and I truly felt it was a wonderful experience. The truth was, I just wanted his big cock inside me, I just wanted him to ejaculate inside me; only then could I feel real pleasure and satisfaction!

Dad's semen slowly overflowed from my vagina. I got up and went to the bathroom, letting it drip into the toilet. Seeing that cloudy white semen, I wondered if there were any swimming sperm in it? It wasn't that I didn't believe my father, but the books said that sterilization surgery wasn't always 100% effective.

Back in bed, I was still uneasy, my mind racing. What should I do? I shouldn't have had sex with my own father, but I'd already done it three times! If my mother found out, she might kill me, and my father would be sent to jail. I really needed to talk to my father; I absolutely didn't want to see him and his adorable big penis locked up in prison.

The next day was Sunday, and after lunch, I went to Lisa's house again. When we were alone in her room, I asked her, "Have you thought about having sex with men?"

"I think about it all the time lately! What about you?" she asked.

"Me too. It's a little abnormal, sometimes I even fantasize about my father," I said.

“You’re so lucky! Your dad is so handsome! My dad is an ugly fat man! I often fantasize about your dad too!” she replied.

Lisa’s dad was indeed fat, with a large belly, but not unattractive. In fact, he was always very kind and friendly.

“Have you really thought about my dad?” I asked.

“Yes! Every time I’m near your dad, I get aroused, and my pussy gets hot,” she said.

“I know my dad has already had a vasectomy, so sex with him should be safe. If you really want to, why don’t you come to my house that day and stay overnight? Maybe we can try, give you a chance to get close to him, maybe he’ll take good care of your hot little pussy!” I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

“I can’t be sure. Do you think he’ll like me and do what I want?” Lisa asked.

"Ah! I think he really likes you! He often asks me about you! I feel he has a great, very strong interest in you."

I was actually lying, but I was certain Dad would be willing to have sex with Lisa, especially if I made the suggestion. Lisa was quite beautiful, and I thought it would be an unexpected and exciting opportunity for Dad.

"Hmm, if he really likes me, I think I'd be willing to try it with him... but I'm also very scared," she said.

"If you really want to, I can arrange it for you two. Don't worry or be afraid. How about this: you come to my house next Saturday and stay overnight in my room. We'll create an opportunity for my dad and you to have sex. Ah! It sounds wonderful!" I said.

"Really? That's great!" she replied, seemingly quite longingly.

I got home at three in the afternoon. Only my dad was home; he was engrossed in watching an American football game in the TV room. He's always been a football fan. I don't like watching football, but I went in and sat diagonally across from him, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to talk to him, even though it was just the two of us. But I didn't know how to start.

"Dad, do you like my body?" I asked shyly.

My dad looked at me and turned off his beloved football and the TV.

"Kartie, your body is so beautiful, it intoxicates me. I want to tell you, sex with you is the greatest pleasure of my life, I'm so happy! Unparalleled joy! But I also understand that if you have too much hesitation or worry and don't want to continue having sex with me, I will definitely respect your wishes. I never want to see you feeling conflicted, uneasy, or hateful towards me." Dad said sincerely and tenderly.

"No! That's not what I meant. Dad, I'm fine, really fine, don't worry. I don't want you to stop, I want you to continue loving me like that. My only worry is that someone will find out, I don't want you to be locked up in jail." I said.

"You really think so?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Kartie, I'm so glad you think that way. I hoped you would too. I was afraid you'd be overwhelmed and feel conflicted. Now I'm relieved! Yes, I agree that we should be very careful to keep this a secret, and I don't want to be locked up in jail. Come on! Give Daddy a hug!" he said.

I stood up, walked over, and sat on his lap. He hugged me, first with a light kiss on our lips, then a passionate kiss like lovers, as if Daddy wanted to swallow my lips and tongue whole. We were both very moved, and I felt Daddy's penis, which was sitting under me, become hard.

"It would be better to go to your room," Daddy suggested.

I got up and went first, Daddy following closely behind. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I quickly took off my clothes, and in an instant I was lying naked on the bed. Dad was just as quick, lying down beside me in a second. He started caressing my breasts; it felt so good. My vagina was already wet, and he placed his large, hairy hand on my vulva.

"Do you like my vagina?" I asked.

"Ah! God! I love your beautiful vagina!" Dad said.

His body entered between my legs. I bent my knees and raised my legs, spreading them apart. He immediately inserted his penis into my vagina, thrusting and pushing deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted, his scrotum landing in my buttocks. Today should be my most fertile day; I wonder if Dad's surgery really worked? Maybe it did; Mom's inability to conceive for so many years is proof enough.

Dad's penis began to thrust in and out; ah! So good! He kept moving his butt up and down, fucking me over and over again. His hard glans dug into every corner of my pussy. My pussy was sore and swollen, and I felt indescribable discomfort and pleasure. After a few minutes, I felt closer and closer. The father on top of me kept humming, and from the expression on his face I knew that he was also enjoying great pleasure.

"Faster!" I demanded breathlessly.

Dad immediately sped up, thrusting forcefully like a wild horse breaking free of its reins. He breathed heavily, panting, as he powerfully ravaged my vulva. My orgasm drew ever closer… A few minutes later, suddenly, an intense wave of pleasure washed over me, my vagina involuntarily spasming, contracting and releasing, squeezing Dad’s thick penis.

Dad let out a deep growl, his lower body stiffening, his penis swelling even more, and he thrust wildly dozens more times before ejaculating deep inside my vulva. I could feel the throbbing and spurting of his glans, and I couldn’t help but orgasm again, my vagina secreting another gush of fluid before I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt my father's lower body still pressing against me, supporting his upper body weight with his elbows, as he leaned over and sucked on my nipple. Seeing that I was awake, he smiled at me, then pulled out his still swollen and hard penis, and rolled over to stand up.

He kissed me gently: "How did you feel? Kelty, I really want to do it again! But your mother will be back soon, we have to get dressed before she gets back."

"Dad, you made me feel so good!...Dad, Lisa likes you too, if she's willing, would you have sex with her?" I asked.

"What???" My father was clearly completely taken aback: "Your friend, that very pretty and cute Lisa?!"

"Yes! That's her! What do you think?" I asked.

"I can't believe it...you don't care?" he asked.

“I don’t care. I really want to see you fuck her. I’ve already made plans with her to come over next Saturday and stay overnight,” I told my dad.

“Okay, I’ll do as you say. Is she a virgin?” my dad asked.

“She definitely is,” I replied.

I could tell that this answer made my dad very happy. He put his still-erect and quite swollen penis back into his underwear, put on his clothes, kissed me again, and said, “I should get out of your bedroom right away.”

I got up, wiped my genitals with tissue paper, put a menstrual pad on my crotch, put on my clothes, and left the bedroom. I passed the TV room door, where my dad was watching football. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

I was a little thirsty, so I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and got a bottle of soda.

The timing was perfect! Mom just got home.

She agreed to let Lisa come over and play with me this weekend, and stay overnight.

Dad still checked on me at my bedroom door every night before bed, but he didn't come in for two nights in a row.

At 10 pm on Wednesday, Dad finally came again. He locked the door, took off his underwear, and came to my bed, embracing me, who was already naked. Without saying a word, he began to knead and caress my breasts and vulva. I had been waiting for a long time, my vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, and it was slightly itchy. I kept thinking about Dad's cute big cock, hoping it would quickly penetrate my vagina and fuck me hard.

Just as I hoped, Dad climbed on top of me, pressed against me, and inserted his thick, hard penis into me and began to thrust. His fingers occasionally stroked my clitoris in the crevice of my flesh, while his right hand kneaded my nipples and breasts.

Gradually, he increased the force of his thrusts, sometimes driving straight in, pressing tightly against my vulva and grinding; sometimes using only half of his penis to quickly pump in and out seven or eight times before thrusting in deeply again. I was being fucked so hard that I felt like I was floating on air, both sore and itchy. I panted and moaned, raising my thighs high, my calves tightly hooked around my father's lower back, constantly arching my vulva to welcome his thrusts. My vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, gurgling out with each powerful thrust from my father.

"Kretie! So beautiful! I'm going to fuck you to death!" my father said breathlessly. He kissed me, sucking on my little tongue.

"Daddy, I want to be connected with you like this forever! I love your big cock so much!" I gasped.

Fifteen minutes later, Daddy brought me to orgasm. He paused for a moment, waiting for me to catch my breath, before launching another assault, ravaging my aching vagina. Every three or four minutes, I felt another wave of orgasm; it felt so good, yet I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, I thought of Lisa. If she were here right now, that would be perfect; she could shield me from the fierce onslaught of Daddy's lovable yet hateful, rock-hard cock.

I was being raped by Daddy until I experienced wave after wave of orgasms, feeling like I was dying of pleasure, on the verge of death, my whole body weak and limp. I knew Daddy had ejaculated inside me, but it seemed like he was fucking me nonstop.

In my hazy state, I heard him say, "Oh! It's midnight, I have to go!" He kissed me, then fondled my breasts, pulled out his thick, adorable penis, put on his underwear, and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight, Kelty, my beautiful princess, I love you!" before hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind him.

The next day, I told Lisa about my plan. She was hesitant at first, but after I explained that the plan was risk-free and wouldn't result in pregnancy, she completely agreed. She began to look forward to Saturday, hoping my father would explore her virginity. Of course, she didn't realize that my father had already taken my virginity.

My plan was for Lisa to bring a sleeping bag, place it in the middle of my room, and sleep naked on it. When my father came to check, we would pretend to be fast asleep. Seeing a beautiful girl sleeping naked, Dad might (in fact, I know it wasn't "might," but "definitely") try to seduce Lisa. But I played hard to get, telling Lisa that I couldn't guarantee this "luring him in" plan would work; it all depended on whether Dad would dare to sneak in and steal a kiss (of course, I knew the answer was yes).

Lisa asked me what my mom would think if she saw her sleeping naked. I said it didn't matter; she'd just find it a little "strange." We both burst out laughing.

On Saturday, Lisa came to my house as promised for dinner. I noticed that Lisa kept glancing at my dad, her eyes filled with approving joy. It was obvious that Lisa had a crush on my father for a long time, but for some reason I had never noticed or even thought about it. Dinner was a steak, London broil, made by my father, grilled perfectly—juicy and delicious.

At nine o'clock, we went to my bedroom. Lisa seemed very excited. We played some CDs and talked about things that happened at school. Her sleeping bag was placed next to my bed, so my bed would be a good vantage point later.

At ten-thirty, we showered and went to bed.

Lisa lay outside her sleeping bag, topless, wearing only underwear. She was beautiful, with skin so white it was almost translucent, and her dark brown hair shimmering. Her breasts were cone-shaped and seemed slightly larger than mine.

"Take off your underwear," I said.

She seemed hesitant or afraid; I understood that feeling, having gone through the same emotional journey a few weeks earlier. So I said, "If you don't want to take it off, then don't force yourself."

Lisa smiled at me. "I want to take it off, but I'm a little scared." She began to pull down her underwear.

I saw her dark brown, glossy pubic hair. She took off her underwear and tucked it under her pillow. Unlike my smooth, hairless pubic area, her full vulva was covered in pubic hair. I hoped Daddy would like her hairy vulva.

"Now lie on your back and spread your legs," I said.

Lisa did as I said, and I turned off the main light, leaving a small nightlight in the room so everything was still clearly visible. I lifted the hem of my robe, slipped my hand inside her underwear, and began to stroke her vulva. I was sure to see a great show tonight.

I waited anxiously, afraid that Lisa would change her mind and leave halfway through. I waited and waited (actually, only a few minutes!), and finally the door opened. My father, wearing only his underwear, entered the room and locked the door behind him.

He approached Lisa, looked down at her sprawling body, and his underwear immediately bulged. Lisa closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, while I lay on the edge of the bed, watching with wide eyes. My father took off his underwear, and his thick, eight-inch-long penis stood erect. Only then did I see clearly that the shaft of my father's penis was not straight; the front half curved upwards, forming a slight arc.

He knelt beside Lisa, reaching out to caress her right breast, playing with it for a while, then caressing her left breast, alternating between them several times, before reaching down to caress her vulva. Dad looked up at me, I winked and smiled at him, and he smiled back.

He caressed Lisa's labia for several minutes, her breasts visibly heaving. Dad knelt between her thighs, leaning forward, supporting himself with his hands, his penis approaching her vulva, legs extended downwards, knees supporting him, buttocks slightly raised, the glans entering Lisa's slit. He held the shaft with one hand, rubbing the glans up and down between her labia. Clearly, Lisa's slit was already wet, the glans easily sliding within.

A minute or two later, he moved the head of his penis to the entrance of Lisa's vagina, below the slit, thrusting his hips forward until the head of his penis entered her vagina. He paused, presumably to give Lisa's vagina time to adjust to his large penis.

After a while, Dad's hips began to move slightly back and forth, and his penis gradually disappeared into Lisa's vagina. At this moment, I heard Lisa seem to be taking deep breaths; her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were closed, and her face looked somewhat tense. I knew she was about to lose her virginity.

Dad thrust forward again with great force, then continued steadily. The tip of his eight-inch penis was already inside Lisa's lower abdomen, with four inches still outside… three inches… two inches… one inch… half an inch… Finally, his entire penis was inserted into Lisa's hairy virgin vagina.

He stopped thrusting, his left thumb teasing Lisa's clitoris, while his right hand alternately kneaded her two white, firm breasts, rubbing her pale pink nipples. Lisa closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, as if she couldn't catch her breath.

My fingers quickened their manipulation of my own clitoris; I felt the arousal growing stronger.

Dad began to thrust in and out. His penis would sometimes withdraw from Lisa's vagina, sometimes disappear inside; the way his penis and vagina intertwined was incredibly sexy! My best friend is having her virgin pussy fucked by my dad! So sexy! My fingers flew up and down, playing with my clitoris.

Dad's thrusts increased in amplitude and speed, and he was moaning softly. I knew he was enjoying the sensation of fucking Lisa's tender pussy. He kept going, rhythmically, over and over again.

Twenty minutes passed... I heard the squelching sounds of male and female genitalia rubbing together...

Every time Dad penetrated, Lisa's body was forced upwards, and her breasts jiggled up and down.

Dad thrust faster, letting out beast-like growls as he thrust rapidly and forcefully. Lisa kept her eyes tightly closed, but I could hear her trying to suppress the very low moans that were like sobs.

Dad slowed his thrusting, caressing Lisa's breasts, thighs, and teasing her clitoris... A few minutes later, he quickened his pace, thrusting into Lisa's tender cunt again... He repeated this several times...

Suddenly, Dad's body stiffened, and he groaned loudly. He was ejaculating inside Lisa! A strong wave of sensuality washed over me, a gush of warm, wet fluid gushing out, and I reached my own climax, experiencing intense pleasure.

I heard Lisa gasping for breath. I wonder if I felt the same way when Dad first ejaculated inside me, so tense I could hardly breathe, needing to gasp for air.

After a while, Dad leaned down and gently kissed Lisa's nipples, then withdrew his still erect, wet penis from her cunt. He glanced at his watch, quickly stood up, pulled his underwear back on, stuffed his still-erect penis into his pants, and quietly walked out, closing the door behind him. I looked at the clock on the radio; it was exactly midnight.

"Lisa, how are you feeling? Comfortable?" I asked.

"It hurt a little at first, but not too bad, then... it felt sore and swollen, but also comfortable... I could feel him ejaculate inside me. Are you sure I won't get pregnant?" she said, as she closed and opened her legs, which had been spread apart for over an hour, and pulled her underwear from under her pillow to put it on. I knew her underwear would be a mess by tomorrow morning.

"I'm absolutely certain you won't get pregnant," I told her.

"Do you want him to enjoy fucking my cunt?" Lisa asked.

"That's without a doubt. I saw how happy and enjoying he was when he was fucking you; he must really enjoy fucking your cunt. Do you want to play with him again? Would you want him to fuck your cunt again?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," she replied.

"Okay! That's settled then! Let's go to sleep now!" I said.

The next morning, Lisa told me that her cunt still felt quite sore, and her panties were damp and soggy. She changed into the clean panties she had brought, washed the soiled ones, and hung them in my room to dry.

At the breakfast table, Lisa's cheeks flushed when she saw my father. My father, as usual, smiled gently and diligently prepared a rich and delicious breakfast for Lisa and me.

I think my father must have been very happy about the unexpected gain from the previous night.

I'm certain this is the beginning of a close, intimate friendship between the three of us. At the appropriate time, I will tell Lisa about my special relationship with my father. I don't mind Lisa sharing my handsome, strong, and gentle father. With the three of us together, Lisa and I can take turns enduring the impact of my father's large penis. This might prevent us from being repeatedly fucked to the point of exhaustion by him, while his penis remains hard and unsatisfied.

I think Lisa and I can satisfy my father's desires, and we can fully enjoy the taste of his lovely, large penis.

(The End)

My name is (Katie), and you can tell from my name that I am female. I am fifteen and a half years old and in the ninth grade of high school (Note: equivalent to the third year of junior high). I started developing at the age of twelve and gradually began masturbating, mostly while showering in the bathroom, stroking my clitoris, which felt very good. Sometimes I did it once or twice a week, and sometimes I wouldn't do it for a week or two. Since turning fifteen about six months ago, I've gradually started to have some thoughts about men. I don't want to find a man, but when I masturbate, while stroking my clitoral hood, I imagine what it would feel like if a man were hugging and touching me.

In my elective health course, I learned the basics of male-female sexual relations, and I've seen diagrams and real photos of male genitalia in several reference books, as well as several comparative photos of male genitalia when they are engorged and swollen when they are normally hanging down. I've heard many detailed and explicit descriptions of male-female sexual intercourse from several female classmates. This fascinates me, but also frightens me: several girls in school have become pregnant; some have taken leave to go home and give birth, disappearing from the public eye; others have had abortions, supposedly due to incest or rape. I know the potential consequences of sexual intercourse.

I have male friends, but they are just ordinary friends; I don't have a boyfriend yet.

My father is thirty-seven years old, very handsome and strong. In my memory, my father has never been angry with me; he has always been so gentle and loving, and we have always been very close. Lately, when I masturbate, I sometimes fantasize about my father; but it's just a fantasy, I've never actually thought about having sex with him.

Before going to bed, my father would often check on me at my bedroom door to see if I was asleep and properly covered with a blanket. There was a nightlight in my room, so he could see clearly. Sometimes I wasn't asleep, but when he opened the door and peered in, I would close my eyes and remain still, pretending to be asleep.

One night, while I was lying naked in bed masturbating, an idea suddenly came to me. It was almost time for my father's routine check-in, and I wondered how he would react if he saw me sleeping naked. Just then, the doorknob started turning—my father was coming! I immediately pulled my hand, which was stroking my clitoris, back to my side, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door open, and I peeked through a narrow opening to see what was happening.

Unlike usual, Dad didn't leave immediately; he stood in the doorway, gazing at me. After a moment, he came in and stood in the middle of the room. I lay still, afraid to move. My legs were spread apart, and in the shadow of the nightlight, he could clearly see my entire vulva. I couldn't recall ever seeing me naked before; since I was old enough to remember, I had never let Dad see my breasts or vulva.

He moved closer to my bedside, and I could see his trousers bulging like a tent.

"Ah! God! You are so beautiful!" His voice was extremely soft, only audible to me at close range.

He stood there by the bed, gazing at me for several minutes.

My hair was past my shoulders, a brownish-yellow color with a shimmering golden sheen; my breasts, though not large, were round and full, still developing; there were a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs on my mons pubis, while the rest of my vulva remained smooth. Suddenly, for some reason, my nipples hardened and stood erect, and some vaginal fluid seeped from my vulva. I hoped my father wouldn't notice how wet my vulva was.

He slowly backed away, turned, and walked out of the room, then gently closed the door. My tense heart relaxed, but I also felt a sense of loss. I hoped he would do something, not just stand there motionless.

As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to my vulva, quickly stroking it. The thought of my father seeing my naked body and his penis instantly becoming erect filled me with excitement, and I reached an unprecedented climax! I almost screamed, but managed to hold it in. As

the climax subsided, I lay on the bed, wondering what my father's penis looked like. Judging from how high his crotch was stretched, his penis must be very large. I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and ruptured last year when I used tampons; there had been some bleeding and a little pain, but it subsided quickly. I inserted and removed my finger a few times, imagining it was my father's penis, but my finger was too thin and short, and it became somewhat boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was something thicker and larger, or a real man's penis. But I didn't want any other man's penis; what I wanted was my father's.

In the morning, my father made me a delicious breakfast as usual. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but I quickly recovered. After breakfast, as usual, my father left for his office first, and then I went out to catch the school bus to school.

That evening, I planned to sleep naked again while waiting for my father, but unfortunately, my period started in the afternoon. When I went to bed, I used sanitary napkins, wore underwear and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my father gently opened the door and came in. Unlike before, he was only wearing a pair of close-fitting underwear tonight, his upper body naked, and a large bulge was clearly visible in his crotch. He stared at me, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door and left. His departure left me feeling somewhat lost. Several days passed like this until my period finally ended.

That night, I lay naked on my back without pajamas or underwear, my legs wide open, my ankles dangling off the sides of my single bed, wanting my father to have an unobstructed view of my vulva.

My father came! He opened the door, peered inside, then came in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. My father was shirtless, wearing only shorts. He walked to the edge of the bed and examined my naked body from head to toe. His crotch quickly swelled, creating a tent-like opening! I pretended to be fast asleep, not moving at all. I only felt a slight warmth in my lower abdomen, and some vaginal fluid had already seeped out. After scrutinizing me by the bedside for a few minutes, my father took off his underwear.

"Wow! What a huge cock!" I exclaimed inwardly.

It looked like an eight- or nine-inch flashlight, with a shiny purplish-red helmet at the tip and a firm, round sac below. I could clearly see two small, swollen balls of flesh protruding from the sac. I was very excited, but also a little scared.

Dad gently placed his right hand on my vulva, his middle finger slipping into the crevice and stroking it. I felt very aroused, and involuntarily, I immediately secreted some more vaginal fluid. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my vaginal fluid was still flowing out continuously. He placed his left hand on my right breast and gently kneaded it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop touching me because of it, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

I peeked through my narrow eyes and saw a thin, translucent liquid dripping slowly from the head of my father's penis, the fine strands clinging to it. His right hand was still caressing my already wet vagina, while his left hand alternately kneaded my breasts. My vagina longed for his penis to penetrate, yet I was also afraid. I knew it was wrong for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted him to touch me! My father's thick middle finger slipped into my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating.

Ah! So good!

A few minutes later, he withdrew his finger. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my wide-open legs, then leaned down and pressed himself against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "crushing" me. So we were now overlapping, one on top of the other, forming the shape of an "i" and the other a "y". He was the "i", on top; I was an inverted "y", on the bottom.

I felt something hard touching my vulva; I knew it was my father's penis head. I was both excited and scared. I hadn't used any contraception, and my father hadn't worn a condom, but I didn't want to stop him. My father rubbed the head of his penis up and down in my wet vulva, sometimes teasing my clitoris.

After doing this for two minutes, he pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if my father would really penetrate me, if he would 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 already inside my vagina! I didn't make a sound. He thrust in again, and I felt incredibly swollen. He continued thrusting, his penis seemingly going in even deeper. I felt a little pain. I knew I should tell him to stop this incestuous act, but somehow I just couldn't.

I could hear his breathing become heavy and labored. After a short pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis going deeper and deeper. I felt very swollen, but it didn't hurt too much. He continued thrusting and pumping heavily for another two or three minutes, then pressed firmly against me, unable to go any further. He was completely inside me. His scrotum was pressed tightly against my buttocks, and my vagina was swollen to the point of fullness. I had never felt anything like it before.

Dad 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; I could bear it.

He repeated the pulling and inserting motion, and after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, the amplitude of the thrusts gradually increased, eventually reaching maybe five or six inches. Each time he inserted, he went all the way in, causing his scrotum to slap against my buttocks. He kept thrusting, making pleasurable groans in his throat.

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 had been on the female dog's back, thrusting about ten times before pulling away, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. The two dogs were chained together, their rear ends facing each other, and it took nearly fifteen minutes for them to separate. We, the onlookers, all saw that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and glistening with red oil.

Dad's penis rhythmically went in and out of my vagina. The pain had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable pleasure. When I peeked, my father's handsome face was right in front of me, only four or five inches away. His eyes were closed, his chest pressed slightly against my breasts, and his hips moved rhythmically up and down. His expression showed that he was completely absorbed in pleasure.

A few minutes later, his penis began to thrust faster and faster, and a beast-like growl escaped his throat. His scrotum pounded against my buttocks at an incredible speed. I felt a mix of soreness and itchiness... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis plunged deep into my vagina, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole body was tense, and I could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God!" my father cried out.

I felt something strange in my vagina; his glans was swollen and erect, throbbing once, twice, three times… He was ejaculating inside me! I couldn't believe he would so recklessly ejaculate inside his own daughter, spreading his seed! And he kept throbbing, releasing semen; I didn't know how long he would keep going.

Finally, my father's glans stopped throbbing, but his penis didn't shrink. Two minutes later, he pulled his still-erect penis out of my vagina, got up, and got out of bed.

He put on his underwear, gently kissed my lips, and left my bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. I was frozen, terrified. I felt deeply guilty; it was all my fault. I could have told him to stop, to end this illicit affair, but I didn't, letting my father indulge his lust.

I reached down to touch my vulva; it still felt a little sore inside, and 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 was exhausted, my legs were weak, and I was worried about running into my father on the way to the bathroom—that would be embarrassing. I managed to find my underwear under the pillow, stuffed it into my vagina, and squeezed my legs together to prevent the semen from dripping and staining the sheets.

I remembered reading in a health book that conception usually occurs within two weeks of the end and beginning of menstruation. My period had just ended; perhaps I wouldn't conceive now! Of course, I knew that wasn't a guarantee. I glanced at the clock on the radio; it was 11:55 p.m.

I lay in bed resting for a long time, my mind replaying the wonderful pleasure of my father's large penis going in and out of my vagina. I sat up, put on my robe, pulled my underwear tightly over my vulva, and quietly went 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 went back to the bedroom, changed into another pair of clean underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and went to sleep. I hadn't had an orgasm that night, but I didn't care at the moment. I just felt a strange sense of unease, and after a long while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it.

The next morning, my father acted as usual, as if nothing had happened the night before. I pretended nothing was wrong, 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 very aroused. Every night I slept in my underwear under the sheet, and my father didn't come to my bedroom.

This was the third night since my father had cheated on me. I felt a strong sexual urge again. I didn't wear pajamas, took off my underwear, lay down naked, covered my lower body with the sheet, and slowly stroked my vulva with my hand, 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 before walking to the bedside. I peeked through my eyes and saw that my father was only wearing underwear, his crotch bulging like a small hill. He stared at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts; his crotch immediately bulged even higher. Then he pulled off the sheet covering my lower body. As soon as he saw my naked vulva, his breathing quickened and became heavy.

"Ah! So beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured softly.

He quickly pulled down his underwear, and his thick, eight-inch-long penis immediately sprang out, erect like a small cannon, pointing upwards at a sixty-degree angle. Thinking of how it had ravaged my vulva the night before, taking my virginity, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, and my vulva involuntarily secreted fluid.

My legs were parted, but not very wide. My father slipped his right hand between my legs and touched my vulva, making it even wetter. He rubbed it for a while until his fingers were wet. He withdrew his hand, gently spread my legs wide, and carefully climbed onto the bed, placing his lower body between my spread thighs and pressing lightly against me. We were now in an "i" and an inverted "y" position.

After spreading my legs, my father raised my knees, making my vulva protrude even more.

My conscience told me I should stop him immediately and not continue this immoral act, but somehow, I just lay there obediently, pretending to sleep, letting my father do as he pleased.

My father inserted the head of his penis into my vagina and gently thrust his hips, inch by inch penetrating my hard, thick penis into my vagina. With each thrust, he let out a low, pleasurable groan, seemingly experiencing great pleasure. Although I didn't feel the same pain as the first time I was penetrated the night before, my vaginal walls were stretched open inch by inch by his penis head, feeling tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already filled with vaginal fluid, greatly reducing the pain of tightness.

I felt my father penetrating deeper and deeper; his over eight-inch-long, hard male genitals were completely inside my lower abdomen, his firm, swollen scrotum pressed tightly against my buttocks. My vagina was filled by my father's powerful genitals, 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. He groaned with pleasure, rhythmically swaying his hips, repeating this in-and-out motion, gently fucking my wet, still-developing cunt again and again.

I was fucked like this for a long time, feeling incredibly good. I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my body wouldn't obey me. My cunt was leaking fluid, and sometimes I couldn't help but slightly lift my hips to welcome Dad's penetration.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis frequently entering and exiting my vagina. I felt an indescribable sensuality and pleasure, and this wonderful feeling grew stronger and stronger. From my father's moans, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure. Suddenly, his penis, deeply inserted into my vagina, remained motionless, and he stopped. He was regulating his breathing, seemingly trying to suppress his excited emotions. After a pause of almost a minute, 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. It was no longer a gentle, slow thrusting, but a rapid, forceful pounding of my vulva.

Under his intense, frenzied penetration, my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed, even more tense, ah! Like a balloon exploding, my mind went blank, a surge of heat welled up from my lower abdomen, and in a hazy state, my vagina spasmed intensely, opening and closing involuntarily… I reached an unprecedented, indescribable, ecstatic orgasm.

Dad began a faster, more forceful, frenzied thrusting.

“Ah! God! Yes! That’s it! Ohhhhhhh!!!” Dad roared, his body stiffening.

I felt him ejaculate, a powerful ejaculation! Although it only lasted a few seconds, I felt Dad’s semen overflow and fill my vagina.

I could hardly believe it; I had let Dad rape me again, ejaculate inside me, and even reach a powerful orgasm!

Dad was also exhausted, his limbs limp, unable to support his weight. He pressed down on me, and I felt his weight. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but I could hear his heavy breathing. After a while, he pulled out his penis, which felt like a hard rubber tube, and got up. He put his underwear back on, kissed my lips lightly, and then kissed my breasts.

"Goodnight! My beautiful princess!" he murmured softly, and then left.

I lay in bed, my mind starting to race again. Why did I let my father cheat on me again? My vagina was now filled with my father's semen, and my vagina was full of his seed. Why did this happen?

I straightened my knees, took out my underwear from under the pillow, stuffed it between my legs, and straightened my legs, squeezing them together to prevent the semen from leaking out and soiling the sheets. I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up, but I thought I should wait a little longer to avoid running into my dad or mom. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already seven in the morning. I put on my bathrobe and went to the bathroom. There was still some thick, milky-white semen left in my vagina. I sat on the toilet and let it flow out, followed by a considerable amount of urine. I showered to clean myself, went back to my room to get dressed, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

It was Saturday, and I woke up later than usual. Dad, having probably anticipated my coming downstairs, had just prepared breakfast for me: orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, and English muffins—all my favorites. He had already eaten and was reading the morning paper and drinking coffee.

"Did you sleep well?" Dad asked.

I didn't know how to answer; my mind was in turmoil. I just nodded and lowered my head to eat. Dad's calm and composed expression made me somewhat uneasy and uneasy. He had ejaculated inside me twice; I might be pregnant, but he seemed completely unconcerned! He continued reading the newspaper.

After breakfast, I went to visit my close friend Lisa to talk and clear my head. We talked about everything, but of course I wouldn't tell her about my sex life with my father. Being with her allowed me to temporarily forget the things my father had done to me the night before that haunted my mind. We also talked about the boys at school, and then did some homework together.

I didn't get home until almost dinnertime. After dinner, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I took off my coat and put on my pajamas. I turned on my computer, put on my headphones, listened to CDs, and searched for information about the French Revolution online for my history presentation. Then I went into internet chat rooms and chatted with a few people. At eight o'clock, I logged off, turned off the computer, sat on my bed, leaned against the headboard, turned on the TV, and browsed different channels at random.

Around nine o'clock, someone knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me, may I come in?" It was my father's voice.

I didn't know what he wanted at this hour. I checked myself; everything that shouldn't be exposed was covered, so I said, "Yes, please come in."

My father came in and closed the door. He had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe. He walked to the bed and sat down. I leaned against the headboard, my pajamas short, revealing most of my legs. The scene from last night flashed through my mind, and my vagina immediately felt hot.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, looking at me.

"I'm okay, I guess," I replied.

"Last night was a very special night," he said calmly.

I didn't know how to answer and lowered my head in silence.

"Are you still angry with me?" he asked.

"I just feel so confused. You shouldn't have ejaculated inside me; I might get pregnant," I blurted out.

He reached out and pulled me into a gentle embrace. "I can't let you get pregnant," he said.

"What?" I was a little confused.

"I can't get you pregnant. After your brother was born, Mommy didn't want to have any more children, so I had a vasectomy that year," he replied.

He started massaging my back. I had been wondering what kind of contraception my parents used. So this is how they did it. His massage felt so good. Holding me like this reminded me of last night, and my vulva started to feel wet.

He first kissed my cheek lightly, then my lips. He gently kissed my lips for a while. My body began to react; I longed to have sex with him.

"I know you enjoy sex; you felt good last night," he whispered, kissing my forehead. His lips returned to my lips, but this time it was passionate, sweet, like a lover's kiss.

I felt my nightgown being lifted, and his hand covered my right breast, gently caressing it. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth, occasionally sucking on my tongue. Being embraced, caressed, and kissed by my father was intoxicating; my vulva and crotch were soaked. My father kissed me for a long time, then removed my hooded nightgown, leaving me only in my bikini bottoms.

"You're so beautiful!" he whispered, his voice becoming deep. He stood up and took off his bathrobe. He wasn't wearing underwear; he was completely naked, his large penis erect, veins bulging, glans a glossy purplish-red.

He approached me, made me lie flat on the bed, hooked his fingers around the waistband of my underwear, pulled it down, and tossed it aside. He bent down, his head close to my vulva. I didn't know what he wanted until I felt his tongue licking my damp slit. I suddenly felt incredibly aroused, and he stopped licking. "Ss

...

Waves of pleasure washed over me. I tried my best not to scream, but I couldn't help but let out low moans, like sobs. My mind was filled with sexual pleasure, and my body grew increasingly tense. My father inserted his fingers into my vagina and thrust them in and out. I felt myself approaching orgasm. I needed his penis, not his fingers!

"Put your penis in!" I groaned.

"Are you sure you want it?" my father asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!" I answered.

My father quickly climbed on top of me and swiftly thrust his penis deep into my vagina. At that moment, I didn't care if the sky fell; all I wanted was the wonderful feeling of my father's thick, hard penis inside me! His penis began to move, and pleasure flooded my mind.

"Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I cried out in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. My father quickly covered my mouth with his hand.

A powerful climax overwhelmed me, my juices gushing forth, my vagina contracting and spasming intensely.

The intense climax gradually subsided, and my father began to thrust rapidly, each stroke going all the way in, pressing tightly against my vulva, grinding and rubbing. My vulva made gurgling sounds under my father's thrusts.

"Ah! So sore! So swollen!...So good!"

A few minutes later, I was brought to another climax by my father's relentless assault! My father's breathing became heavy, his buttocks thrusting rapidly, his penis moving in and out of my vagina like a piston in an engine. Suddenly, I felt his penis swell even more, and he thrust as deep as he could into my vagina, ejaculating violently in rapid, rhythmic motions. Ten seconds later, he finished, but he didn't pull out, leaving it inside.

He held me tightly, my round breasts pressed against his strong chest like flat cakes. He kissed me passionately, and I extended my little tongue, letting him suck on it.

"That was wonderful!" he said, pulling his still-hard penis from my vagina, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid and semen, and standing up.

"Dad, are you sure I won't get pregnant?" I asked.

"Of course, absolutely not!" Dad answered confidently.

Dad had never lied to me; I believed him, though I was still a little scared inside. "You should go now, lingering too long will arouse suspicion," I said.

"Kartie, my beautiful princess, I love you so much!" he said, putting his bathrobe back on.

"Daddy, I love you too!" I replied sincerely.

Daddy hugged me again. "You won't worry or overthink anymore, will you?" his voice was full of concern.

"No," I answered, though in truth, I was still somewhat worried and afraid.

Daddy left. I found my underwear and put it on, then put on my pajamas. I lay in bed, my mind a jumbled mess, trying to organize my thoughts. I'd already let Daddy fuck me three times, and I truly felt it was a wonderful experience. The truth is, I just wanted his big cock inside me, I just wanted him to ejaculate inside me; only then could I feel real pleasure and satisfaction!

My father's semen slowly leaked from my vagina. I got up and went to the bathroom, letting it drip into the toilet. Seeing the cloudy white semen, I wondered if there were any swimming sperm in it. It wasn't that I didn't believe my father, but the books said that sterilization wasn't always 100% effective.

Back in bed, I was still uneasy, my mind racing. What should I do? I shouldn't have had sex with my own father, but I'd already done it three times! If my mother found out, she might kill me, and my father would be sent to jail. I really need to talk to my father; I absolutely don't want to see him and his adorable big penis locked up in prison.

The next day was Sunday. After lunch, I went to Lisa's house again. When we were alone in her room, I asked her, "Have you ever thought about having sex with a man?"

"I think about it all the time lately! What about you?" she asked.

"Me too. It's a little abnormal, sometimes I even fantasize about my dad," I said.

"You're so lucky! Your dad is so handsome! My dad is an ugly fat man! I often fantasize about your dad too!" she replied.

Lisa's dad was indeed fat, with a large belly, but not unattractive. In fact, he was always very kind and friendly.

"You really think about my dad?" I asked.

"Yes! Every time I'm close to your dad, I get aroused, and my pussy gets hot," she said.

“I know my dad had a vasectomy, so sex with him should be safe. If you really want to, why don’t you come over to my house that day and stay overnight? Maybe we can try, give you and him a chance to get closer, maybe he’ll take good care of your hot little pussy!” I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

“I can’t be sure. Do you think he’d like me and want to have sex with me?” Lisa asked.

“Ah! I think he really likes you! He often asks me about you! I feel he has a lot of interest in you.”

I was actually lying, but I was sure my dad would be willing to have sex with Lisa, especially if I made the suggestion. Lisa was quite beautiful; I thought it would be an unexpected and delightful encounter for my dad.

“Hmm, if he really likes me, I think I’d be willing to try it with him… but I’m also very scared,” she said.

"If you really want to, I can arrange it for you two. Don't worry or be afraid. How about this: you come to my house next Saturday and stay overnight in my room. We'll create an opportunity for my dad and you to have sex. Ah! It sounds wonderful!" I said.

"Really? That's great!" she replied, seemingly quite longingly.

I got home at three in the afternoon. Only my dad was home; he was engrossed in watching an American football game in the TV room. He's always been a football fan. I don't like watching football, but I went in and sat diagonally across from my dad, intending to use this opportunity of being alone with him to talk things out, but I didn't know how to start.

"Dad, do you like my body?" I asked somewhat shyly.

My dad looked at me and turned off his beloved football and the TV.

"Kartie, your body is so beautiful, it intoxicates me. I want to tell you, sex with you is the greatest pleasure of my life, I'm so happy! Unparalleled joy! But I also understand that if you have too much hesitation or worry and don't want to continue having sex with me, I will definitely respect your wishes. I never want to see you feeling conflicted, uneasy, or hateful towards me." Dad said sincerely and tenderly.

"No! That's not what I meant. Dad, I'm fine, really fine, don't worry. I don't want you to stop, I want you to continue loving me like that. My only worry is that someone will find out, I don't want you to be locked up in jail." I said.

"You really think so?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Kartie, I'm so glad you think that way. I hoped you would too. I was afraid you'd be overwhelmed, feeling conflicted and uneasy. Now I'm relieved! Yes, I agree that we should be very careful to keep this a secret, and I don't want to be locked up in jail. Come on! Give Daddy a hug!" he said.

I stood up, walked over, and sat on his lap. He hugged me, first with a light kiss on our lips, then a passionate kiss like lovers, as if Daddy wanted to swallow my lips and tongue whole. We were both very moved, and I felt Daddy's penis, which was sitting under me, become hard.

"It would be better to go to your room," Daddy suggested.

I got up and went first, Daddy following closely behind. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I quickly took off my clothes, and in an instant I was lying naked on the bed. Dad was just as quick, lying down beside me in a second. He started caressing my breasts; it felt so good. My vagina was already wet, and he placed his large, hairy hand on my vulva.

"Do you like my vagina?" I asked.

"Ah! God! I love your beautiful vagina!" Dad said.

His body entered between my legs. I bent my knees and raised my legs, spreading them apart. He immediately inserted his penis into my vagina, thrusting and pushing deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted, his scrotum landing in my buttocks. Today should be my most fertile day; I wonder if Dad's surgery really worked? Maybe it did; Mom's inability to conceive for so many years is proof enough.

Dad's penis began to thrust in and out; ah! So good! He kept moving his butt up and down, fucking me over and over again. His hard glans dug into every corner of my pussy. My pussy was sore and swollen, and I felt indescribable discomfort and pleasure. After a few minutes, I felt closer and closer. The father on top of me kept humming, and from the expression on his face, I knew that he was also enjoying great pleasure.

"Faster!" I demanded breathlessly.

Dad immediately sped up and thrust hard, like a wild horse running wild, sprinting hard. He was breathing heavily, panting, and ravaging my pussy with force. My orgasm was getting closer and closer... A few minutes later, a sudden, extremely strong pleasure filled my heart. My vagina spasmed involuntarily, squeezing my father's thick cock one by one.

My father growled heavily, his lower body stiffening, his penis growing even thicker. He thrust wildly dozens more times before ejaculating deep inside my vagina. I could feel the throbbing and spurting of his glans, and I couldn't help but climax again. My vagina secreted another stream of fluid, and then I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt my father's lower body still pressing against me, supporting his upper body weight with his elbows, as he leaned over and sucked on my nipples. Seeing that I was awake, he smiled at me, then pulled out his still swollen and hard penis, and rolled over to stand up.

He kissed me gently. "What do you think, Kelty? I really want to do it again! But your mother will be back soon, and we need to get dressed before she gets back."

"Dad, you made me feel so good!...Dad, Lisa likes you too. Would you like to have sex with her if she's willing?" I asked.

"What???" Dad was clearly completely taken aback. "Your friend, that pretty and cute Lisa?!"

"Yes! That's her! What do you think?" I asked.

"I can't believe it...Don't you care?" he asked.

"I don't care. I really want to see you fuck her. I've already made plans with her to come over next Saturday and stay overnight." I told Dad.

"Okay, I'll do as you say. Is she a virgin?" Dad asked.

"She definitely is a virgin," I replied.

I could tell that this answer made my father very happy. He put his still-erect and quite swollen penis back into his underwear, put on his clothes, kissed me again, and said, "I should leave your bedroom right away."

I got up, wiped my genitals with tissue paper, put a menstrual pad on my crotch, got dressed, and left the bedroom. As I passed the TV room, Dad was watching football. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Feeling thirsty, I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and got a bottle of soda.

Perfect timing! Mom just came home.

Mom agreed to let Lisa come over and stay overnight this weekend.

Dad still checked on me at my bedroom door every night before bed, but he didn't come in for two nights.

On Wednesday night at ten o'clock, Dad finally came. He locked the door, took off his underwear, and came to my bed, embracing me completely naked. Without saying a word, he began to knead and caress my breasts and genitals. I had been waiting for a long time, my vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, and it was slightly itchy. I kept thinking about my father's lovely big cock, hoping it would quickly penetrate my vagina and fuck me hard.

Just as I hoped, my father climbed on top of me, pressed against me, and inserted his thick, hard penis into me and began to thrust. His fingers occasionally stroked my clitoris in the crevice, and his right hand occasionally kneaded my nipples and breasts.

Gradually, he increased the force of his thrusts, sometimes driving straight in, pressing tightly against my vagina and grinding; sometimes using only half of his penis to quickly and shallowly thrust seven or eight times before thrusting in deeply again. I was being fucked so hard that I felt like I was floating on air, both sore and itchy. I panted and moaned, raising my thighs high, my calves tightly hooked around my father's lower back, constantly arching my vagina to welcome his thrusts. My vagina was dripping with lustful fluids, gurgling as my father thrust powerfully.

"Kartie! It's so beautiful! I'm going to fuck you to death!" my father gasped. He kissed me, sucking on my delicate tongue.

"Daddy, I want to be connected with you like this forever and ever! I love your big cock!" I gasped as I spoke.

Fifteen minutes later, my father brought me to orgasm. He paused briefly, waiting for me to catch my breath, before launching another full-scale assault, ravaging my aching vagina. Every three or four minutes, I felt another wave of orgasm; it felt so good, yet I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, I thought of Lisa. If she were here right now, she could shield me from the fierce onslaught of my father's lovable yet hateful, rock-hard cock.

I was brought to multiple orgasms by my father, feeling ecstatic and utterly exhausted, my body weak and limp. I knew he had ejaculated inside me, but it seemed like he was constantly fucking me.

In my hazy state, I heard him say, "Oh! It's midnight, I have to go!" He kissed me, then sucked on my breasts, pulled out his thick, adorable penis, put on his underwear, and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight, Kelti, my beautiful princess, I love you!" before hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind him.

The next day, I told Lisa about my plan. She was hesitant at first, but after I explained that the plan was risk-free and wouldn't result in pregnancy, she completely agreed. She began to look forward to Saturday, hoping my father would explore her virginity. Of course, she didn't realize that my virginity had already been taken by my father.

My plan was for Lisa to bring a sleeping bag, place it in the middle of my room, and sleep naked on it. When Dad came to check, we'd pretend to be fast asleep. Seeing a beautiful girl sleeping naked, Dad might (in fact, I knew it wasn't "might," but "definitely") try to seduce Lisa. But I played hard to get, telling Lisa that I couldn't guarantee this "luring him in" plan would work; it all depended on whether Dad would dare to come in and steal a kiss (of course, I knew the answer was yes).

Lisa asked me what my mom would think if she saw her sleeping naked. I said it didn't matter; she'd just find it a little "strange." We both burst out laughing.

On Saturday, Lisa came to my house as promised for dinner. I noticed, through careful observation, that Lisa frequently glanced at my father, her eyes filled with admiring joy. It was clear that Lisa had long harbored feelings for him, yet I had never noticed, or even considered, this. Dinner's main course was London broil, cooked by my father, perfectly done—juicy and delicious.

At nine o'clock, we went to my bedroom. Lisa seemed very excited. We played some CDs and talked about our experiences at school. Her sleeping bag was placed next to my bed, making it a good vantage point.

At ten-thirty, we showered and went to bed.

Lisa lay outside her sleeping bag, topless, wearing only her underwear. She was beautiful, with skin so white it was almost translucent, and dark brown hair that shimmered. Her breasts were cone-shaped and appeared slightly larger than mine.

"Take off your panties," I said.

She hesitated, or perhaps feared; I understood that feeling, having gone through the same emotional journey a few weeks earlier. So I added, "If you don't want to take them off, then don't force yourself."

Lisa smiled at me. "I want to take them off, but I'm a little scared." She began to pull down her panties.

I saw her dark brown, glossy pubic hair. She took off her panties and tucked them under her pillow. Unlike my smooth, hairless pubic area, her full vulva was covered in pubic hair. I hoped Dad would like her hairy vulva.

"Now lie on your back and spread your legs," I said.

Lisa did as I asked. I turned off the main light, leaving only a small nightlight in the room, so everything was still clearly visible. I lifted the hem of my robe, slipped my hand inside my underwear, and began to fondle my vulva. I thought tonight would definitely be a spectacular show.

I waited anxiously, afraid that Lisa would change her mind and leave halfway through. I waited and waited (actually, only a few minutes!), and finally the door opened. My father, wearing only his underwear, had entered the room and locked the door behind him.

He approached Lisa, looked down at her sprawled body, and his underwear immediately bulged. Lisa closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, while I lay on the edge of the bed, watching with wide eyes. Dad took off his underwear, revealing his thick, eight-inch-long penis. I could then see clearly that his penis wasn't straight; the front half curved slightly upwards.

He knelt beside Lisa, reaching out to caress her right breast, playing with it for a while, then moving to her left, alternating between the two several times. He then reached down to her lower abdomen and touched her vulva. Dad looked up at me, and I winked and smiled at him; he smiled back.

He caressed Lisa's labia for several minutes, her breasts visibly heaving. Dad knelt between her thighs, leaning forward, supporting himself with his hands, his penis approaching her vulva. He stretched his legs down, supporting himself with his knees, his buttocks slightly raised, the head of his penis entering Lisa's vulva. He gripped the shaft with one hand, rubbing the glans up and down between Lisa's labia. Clearly, Lisa's vulva was already wet, and the glans slid easily within it.

After a minute or two, he moved the glans to the entrance of her vagina below the slit, thrusting his hips forward, the glans sinking into her opening. He paused, presumably to give Lisa's vagina time to adjust to his large penis.

After a while, Dad's hips began to move slightly back and forth, his penis gradually disappearing into Lisa's vagina. At this moment, I heard Lisa seem to be taking deep breaths, her mouth slightly open, her eyes tightly closed, her face somewhat tense. I knew she was about to lose her virginity.

Dad thrust forward again with great force, then continued steadily. The tip of his eight-inch penis was already inside Lisa's lower abdomen, with four inches still outside… three inches… two inches… one inch… half an inch… Finally, his entire penis was inserted into Lisa's hairy virgin vagina.

He stopped thrusting, his left thumb teasing Lisa's clitoris, while his right hand alternately kneaded her two white, firm breasts, rubbing her pale pink nipples. Lisa closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, as if she couldn't catch her breath.

My fingers quickened their manipulation of my own clitoris; I felt the arousal growing stronger.

Dad began to thrust in and out. His penis would sometimes withdraw from Lisa's vagina, sometimes disappear inside; the way his penis and vagina intertwined was incredibly sexy! My best friend is having her virgin pussy fucked by my dad! So sexy! My fingers are flying and playing with my clitoris in my cleft.

My father increased the amplitude and speed of his thrusts, and he groaned deeply. I knew he was enjoying the sensation of fucking Lisa's tender cunt. He continued, rhythmically, over and over again.

Twenty minutes passed... I heard the squelching sounds of male and female genitalia rubbing together...

Every time my father penetrated, Lisa's body was forced upwards, and her breasts jiggled up and down.

My father thrust faster, letting out beast-like growls as he thrust rapidly and forcefully. Lisa kept her eyes tightly closed, but I could hear her extremely low moans, almost sobbing, as she tried her best to suppress them.

Dad slowed his thrusting, caressing Lisa's breasts, thighs, and teasing her clitoris... A few minutes later, he quickened his pace, thrusting into Lisa's tender cunt again... He repeated this several times...

Suddenly, Dad's body stiffened, and he groaned loudly. He was ejaculating inside Lisa! A strong wave of sensuality washed over me, a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushing out, and I reached my own climax, experiencing intense pleasure.

I heard Lisa gasping for breath. I wonder if I felt the same way when Dad first ejaculated inside me, so tense I could hardly breathe, needing to gasp for air.

After a while, Dad leaned down and gently kissed Lisa's nipples, then withdrew his still erect, wet penis from her cunt. He glanced at his watch, quickly stood up, pulled his underwear back on, stuffed his still-erect penis into his pants, and quietly walked out, closing the door behind him. I looked at the clock on the radio; it was exactly midnight.

"Lisa, how are you feeling? Comfortable?" I asked.

"It hurt a little at first, but not too bad, then... it felt sore and swollen, but also comfortable... I could feel him ejaculate inside me. Are you sure I'm not pregnant?" she said, as she closed and opened her legs, which had been spread apart for over an hour, and pulled her underwear from under her pillow to put it on. I knew her underwear would be a mess by tomorrow morning.

"I'm absolutely certain you're not pregnant," I told her.

"Do you want him to enjoy fucking my cunt?" Lisa asked.

"That's without a doubt. I saw how happy and enjoying he was when he was fucking you; he must really enjoy fucking your cunt. Do you want to play with him again? Would you want him to fuck your cunt again?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," she replied.

"Okay! That's settled then! Let's go to sleep now!" I said.

The next morning, Lisa told me that her cunt still felt quite sore, and her panties were damp and soggy. She changed into the clean panties she had brought, washed the soiled ones, and hung them in my room to dry.

At the breakfast table, Lisa's cheeks flushed when she saw my father. My father, as usual, smiled gently and diligently prepared a rich and delicious breakfast for Lisa and me.

I think my father must have been very happy about the unexpected gain from the previous night.

I'm certain this is the beginning of a close, three-way friendship between us. At the appropriate time, I'll tell Lisa about my special relationship with my father. I don't mind Lisa sharing my handsome, strong, and gentle father. With the three of us together, Lisa and I can take turns enduring the impact of my father's large penis. Perhaps this will prevent us from being repeatedly fucked to the point of exhaustion by him, while his penis remains hard and unsatisfied.

I think Lisa and I can satisfy my father's desires, and we can fully enjoy the taste of his lovely, large penis.

(The End)

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