Dad's unexpected gain

My
name is Katie, and you can probably guess from my name that I'm female. I'm fifteen and a half years old and in the ninth grade of junior high school. I started puberty at age 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 thoughts about men. I don't actually want to find a man, but when I masturbate, I stroke my clitoris and imagine what it would feel like if a man were hugging and touching me.

In my elective health class, I learned the basics of male-female sexual relations and saw diagrams and real photos of male genitalia in several reference books, including several comparative photos of male genitalia when they are engorged and erect. I've also heard many detailed and explicit descriptions of male-female intercourse from several female classmates. This fascinated me, but also terrified me: several girls in school were pregnant; some dropped out to give birth and never returned; others had abortions, supposedly due to incest or rape. I knew the potential consequences of sexual intercourse.

I had male friends, but they were just ordinary friends; I still didn't have a "boyfriend."

My father, thirty-seven, was very handsome and strong. In my memory, he had never been angry with me; he was always so gentle and loving, and we were always very close. Lately, when I masturbated, I kept fantasizing about my father; but it was just a fantasy, I never really wanted to have sex with him. Before going to sleep, my father would

often check my bedroom door to see if I was asleep and covered with a blanket. There was a nightlight in my room, so he could see clearly. Sometimes, even when I wasn't asleep, I would close my eyes and pretend to be asleep when he opened the door and looked inside.

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

Dad 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 dim light of the nightlight, he could clearly see my entire vulva. I couldn't recall ever seeing me naked before; I had never let Dad see my breasts or vulva since I was old enough to understand.

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

"Ah! God! You're so beautiful!" His voice was extremely soft; I could only hear it from very close range.

He stood there by the bed, staring 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; a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs covered 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, 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 watching.

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 instantly reached an unprecedented orgasm! I almost screamed, but managed to hold it in.

As the orgasm slowly 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 powerful, and I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and torn last year when I used tampons; there was a little bleeding and some pain, but it subsided quickly. I inserted and removed my finger a few times, fantasizing that it was my father's penis, but my finger was short and thin, and it became a bit boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was something thicker, or a real man's penis. But I didn't want any other man's penis; what I wanted was my father's.

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

That night, 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, Dad quietly opened the door and came in. Unlike before, he was only wearing a pair of underwear tonight, his upper body bare, 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 didn't wear pajamas or underwear, lying naked on my back with my legs wide open, my ankles sticking out to the sides of my single bed, wanting Dad to be able to see my vulva without obstruction.

Dad came! He turned the doorknob, peeked inside, and then came in, turning around to close the door and locking it. Dad was naked from the waist up, wearing only shorts. He walked to the edge of the bed and examined my naked body from head to toe. His underwear quickly swelled up, 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 examining me for a few minutes by the bedside, Dad took off his underwear.

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

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

Dad reached out his right hand and gently placed it on my vulva, his middle finger slipping into the crevice and stroking it. I felt very aroused, and involuntarily, some more lustful fluid seeped out. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my lustful 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 stroking me because of this, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

I squinted and peeked. Some semi-transparent, thick liquid was oozing from the head of Dad's cock, slowly dripping down, the thin strands sticking out continuously. Dad's right hand was still stroking my already wet vulva, while his left hand alternately rubbed my breasts. My pussy longed for his cock to be inside, but I was also a little scared. I knew it wasn't right for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted him to caress me! Dad's thick middle finger went into my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating.

Ah! So good!

A few minutes later, he pulled his finger out. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my wide-open legs, and then leaned down, pressing himself against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "crushing" me. So we were now overlapping in the shape of an "i" and 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 Dad's penis head. I was both excited and scared. I hadn't used any contraception, and Dad hadn't worn a condom, but I didn't want to stop him. Dad rubbed the head of his penis up and down in my wet pussy, sometimes deliberately teasing my clitoris.

After two minutes of this, he pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if Dad 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. He pushed in further, and I felt a tightness. He continued thrusting, and it felt like his penis went 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. After a pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis going deeper and deeper. I felt very tight, but it didn't hurt too much. He continued thrusting heavily for two or three minutes, then pressed tightly against me, unable to go any further; he was completely inside me. His scrotum was pressed against my buttocks, and my vagina was saturated. I had never felt anything like this 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 thrusting motion, and after a couple hundred times, the thrusting gradually increased in amplitude, 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 didn't know how long Dad would thrust. I couldn't help but recall seeing a male dog mating with a female dog once. The male dog had been on the female dog's back, thrusting only about ten times before withdrawing, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. The two dogs' buttocks were chained together, and it took nearly fifteen minutes for them to come off. We, the onlookers, could see that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and glistening with red oil.

Dad's penis rhythmically moved in and out of my vagina. The pain had disappeared, 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. The expression on his face showed that he was immersed 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. I felt a mix of soreness and itchiness from him... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deeply inserted into my vagina, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole body was tense, and I could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God!" my father groaned loudly.

I felt something strange in my vagina; his glans was swollen and throbbed, throbbed, throbbed... he was ejaculating inside me! I never imagined that he would ejaculate inside his own daughter's vagina so recklessly, scattering his seed! And he was still spitting out semen in throbbing motions. I didn't know how long he would keep ejaculating.

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

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

I reached down to touch my vulva; it still felt a little sore inside, and my vulva, 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—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 staining the sheets.

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

I lay in bed resting for a long time, my mind replaying the wonderful pleasure of my father's large penis entering and exiting my vagina. I sat up, put on my robe, covered my vagina tightly with my hand, and quietly went into the bathroom, 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 clean pair of 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 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 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 under the sheet, and my father never came 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, and I quickly removed my hand, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep.

My father gently pushed the door open, then gently closed and locked it, and walked to the bedside. I peeked through my narrow eyes; my father was only wearing underwear, and his crotch looked like a small mound. He stared at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts; his crotch immediately bulged again. 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, proudly erect like a small cannon, pointing upwards at a sixty-degree angle. Thinking of how it had ravaged my vagina the night before, taking my virginity, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, and my vagina involuntarily secreted fluid.

My legs were parted, but not wide. Dad's right hand slipped between my legs, caressing my vulva, making it even wetter. He rubbed it 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 Dad forced my legs apart, he 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, inserting his hard, thick penis into my cunt. With each thrust, he let out a low, pleasurable groan, as if 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 incredibly tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, greatly reducing the pain of the tightness.

I felt my father thrusting 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 vulva was filled by my father's powerful genitals, which excited me greatly, but I was still somewhat afraid. After his penis was fully inside, my father paused for a moment, then began thrusting.

Dad pulled his large penis almost completely out, leaving only the glans inside, and immediately thrust it back in to the hilt. He groaned with pleasure, rhythmically thrusting his hips, repeating this in-and-out motion, gently fucking my still-developing, dripping, wet vagina again and again.

He fucked me like this 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 slightly raise 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 Dad's groans, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure. Suddenly, his genitals remained deeply inside my vagina; Dad stopped. He was regulating his breathing, seemingly trying to suppress his excitement. After almost a minute of silence, he resumed thrusting.

This time, he only pulled his penis out about halfway before immediately inserting it again, thrusting much faster and with greater force than before. It was no longer a gentle, slow motion, but a frenzied, 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 bursting, 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 automatically… 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 whole body hardening.

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!

My father was also weak all over, his limbs limp and unable to support his weight. He pressed down on me, and I felt how heavy he was. I kept my eyes closed and pretended 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? Now my vagina was full of 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 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, and then I urinated, which made me feel quite full. I showered to wash myself clean, went back to my room to get dressed, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

It was Saturday, and I had gotten up later than usual. My father had probably figured out when I would come downstairs and had just prepared breakfast for me: orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, and English muffins—all my favorite foods. He had already eaten breakfast 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 just nodded and lowered my head to eat. My father's calm and composed expression made me a little 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 out to visit my close friend Lisa to chat 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 report that I was preparing. Then I went into internet chat rooms and chatted with a few people. At eight o'clock, I logged off and turned on 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, made sure I was covered up, 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 sat down on the bed. I leaned against the headboard, my pajamas short, revealing most of my legs. Last night's events flashed through my mind, and my vagina immediately felt hot.

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

"I guess so," 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 blurted out.

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

"What?" I was 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 answered.

He began massaging my back. I had been wondering what kind of contraception my parents used. So this was it. Under his massage, I felt so comfortable. Holding him like this reminded me of last night, and my vulva began to 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 mine, but this time they were 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 lips and entered my mouth, occasionally sucking on it. Being embraced, caressed, and kissed by my father was intoxicating; my vulva and crotch were soaked. After kissing me for a long time, he 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 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. What I needed was 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 even if the sky were to fall; all I wanted was the wonderful feeling of Dad's thick, long, hard penis inside my cunt! His penis began to move, and pleasure flooded my mind.

"Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I was intoxicated and cried out uncontrollably. Dad hurriedly covered my mouth with his hand.

A violent orgasm overwhelmed me, my juices gushed out, and my vagina contracted and spasmed intensely.

The intense climax gradually subsided, and Dad began thrusting rapidly, each stroke going all the way in, pressing tightly against my vulva, grinding and rubbing. My vulva made soft, squelching sounds under his thrusts.

"Ah! So sore! So full!... So good!"

A few minutes later, Dad's relentless assault brought me to another climax! Dad's breathing became heavy, his hips heaving rapidly, his penis moving in and out of my vagina like a piston in an engine. Suddenly, I felt his penis swell even larger; he thrust as deep as possible into my clitoris, beginning to ejaculate violently. Ten seconds later, he finished, but he didn't pull out, leaving it inside.

He held me tightly, my round breasts pressed flat against 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 out of 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 with certainty.

Dad had never lied to me, and I believed him, though I was still a little scared. “You should go now, staying too long will arouse suspicion,” I said.

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

“Dad, I love you so much too!” I answered sincerely.

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

“No,” I answered, 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 mess again, and I tried to sort things out. I had let Dad fuck me three times, and I really felt it was a wonderful experience. The truth is, I just want his big cock to fuck my cunt, I just want him to ejaculate inside me, only then can I feel real pleasure and satisfaction!

Dad's semen slowly overflowed from my cunt, and I got up and went to the bathroom to let it drip into the toilet. Seeing that cloudy semen, I wondered if there were any swimming sperm in it? It wasn't that I didn't believe Dad, but the books said that tubal ligation 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've already done it three times! If Mom finds out, she might kill me, and Dad will be sent to jail. I really need to talk to Dad properly; I absolutely don't want to see him and his lovely big cock locked up in jail.

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 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 kind of weird, 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 big 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 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. You think he’ll like me, and do something with me?” 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 delightful encounter 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. How about this: you come to my house next Saturday and stay overnight in my room. We'll create an opportunity for my dad to have sex with you, ah! It sounds wonderful!” I said.

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

I got home at three in the afternoon. Only 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, wanting to use this opportunity of being alone with him to have a heart-to-heart talk, 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 the football TV he loved.

"Ketti, your body is so beautiful, it really fascinates me. I want to tell you, having 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 many hesitations or worries 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." My 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 upset and 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 go to 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. We were both very aroused, and I felt Daddy’s penis, which was sitting under my buttocks, 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. Daddy was just as quick, and a second later he was lying on his side next to me. He began to caress my breasts, it felt so good, my vagina was already wet, and he stretched out his hairy hand and covered my vulva.

“Do you like my vagina?” I asked.

"Ah! God! I love your beautiful cunt so much!" Dad said.

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

Dad's penis began to thrust in and out, ah! So good! He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking me again and again, his hard glans exploring and grinding every corner of my cunt. My cunt felt sore and swollen, with an indescribable discomfort and pleasure. After a few minutes, the feeling became increasingly intense. Dad on top of me kept moaning, and from the expression on his face, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure.

"Faster!" I gasped, demanding.

Dad immediately sped up, thrusting forcefully like a wild horse charging forward. His breathing was heavy, panting, as he powerfully ravaged my vulva. My orgasm drew ever closer… A few minutes later, suddenly, an intense wave of pleasure overwhelmed me, my vagina involuntarily spasming, squeezing and contracting against Dad's thick penis.

Dad growled heavily, 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 of his glans, and I couldn't help but orgasm again, my vagina releasing another gush of fluid before I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt Dad still pressing his lower body against me, supporting his weight with his elbows, leaning over to suckle my nipples. Seeing me awake, he smiled at me, then pulled out his still swollen and hard penis, and stood up.

He kissed me gently: “How do you feel, Kelty? I really want to do it again! But your mother will be back soon, 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 wanted to?” I asked.

“What???” Dad was clearly completely taken aback: “Your friend, that pretty and lovely 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 answered.

I could tell that this answer pleased Dad very much. He tucked his still-erect, 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 underwear, put on my clothes, and left the bedroom. I passed the TV room door; Dad was watching football on TV. 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.

Perfect timing! Mom just came home.

Mom agreed that Lisa would come over and play with me this weekend and stay overnight.

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

Wednesday night at ten o'clock, Dad finally came again. He locked the door, took off his underwear, came to my bed, and hugged 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 I felt a slight itch. 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 and began to thrust. His fingers occasionally teased my clitoris in the crevice, and his right hand occasionally kneaded my nipples and breasts.

Gradually, he increased the force of his thrusts, sometimes plunging deep and grinding against my vagina; sometimes using only half of his penis to quickly thrust shallowly seven or eight times before plunging 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 fluid, making squelching sounds under my father's powerful thrusts.

"Kretie! It's so beautiful! I'm going to fuck you to death!" my father said breathlessly. 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 so much!" I gasped.

Fifteen minutes later, Daddy brought me to orgasm. He paused briefly, 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, she could shield me from the fierce onslaught of Daddy's lovable yet hateful, rock-hard cock.

Daddy's fucking brought me to orgasm after orgasm, leaving me breathless 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, lovely 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 hesitated 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 the beautiful girl sleeping naked, my father might (in fact, I knew it wasn't "might," but "certainly") take Lisa's virginity. But I played hard to get and told Lisa that I couldn't guarantee the success of this "luring him into a trap" plan; 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 came to check and saw her sleeping naked. I said it didn't matter; she would 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 admiring joy. It was obvious that Lisa had a crush on my dad for a long time, but I had never noticed or even thought of it. The main course for dinner was London broil, cooked by my dad, perfectly grilled, juicy and delicious.

At nine o'clock in the evening, we went into 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 viewing platform later.

At 10:30, we showered and cleaned ourselves before going to bed.

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

“Take off your underwear,” I said.

She hesitated, or perhaps she was afraid; I understood that feeling, having gone through the same process a few weeks earlier. So I said, “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 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 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 my robe and slipped my hand into my underwear, beginning to play with my vulva. I thought tonight would definitely be a good show.

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

He approached Lisa, looking down at her reclining 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 realize that the shaft of my father's penis was not straight; the front half was slightly 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 head of his penis entering Lisa's vulva. He gripped the shaft with one hand, rubbing the head up and down between her labia. Clearly, Lisa's vulva was already wet, the head sliding easily within.

After a minute or two, he moved the head to the vaginal entrance below the vulva, thrusting his buttocks forward, the head sinking into her vagina. He stopped, presumably to give Lisa's vagina time to adjust to his large penis.

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

Dad thrust hard again, then continued to thrust steadily forward. 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 playing with Lisa's clitoris, while his right hand alternately kneaded her two white, tender, pointed breasts, pinching her pale pink nipples. Lisa closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, as if she couldn't breathe.

My fingers quickened their playing with my own clitoris, and I felt the arousal growing stronger.

Dad began to thrust in and out. His penis would sometimes pull out of Lisa's vagina, and sometimes disappear back in; the way his penis and vagina intertwined was incredibly sexy! My best friend was being fucked by my father, her virgin cunt was so sexy! My fingers flew across my clitoris.

My father's thrusting became more forceful, and the speed of his movements increased. He was groaning deeply, and I knew he was enjoying the sensation of fucking Lisa's tender cunt. 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 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's eyes remained tightly closed, but I could hear her trying to suppress the very low moans that were like sobs, barely audible.

Dad slowed his thrusting, caressing Lisa's breasts, thighs, and teasing her clitoris... A few minutes later, he quickened his

pace again, thrusting into Lisa's tender cunt... He repeated this several times... Suddenly, Dad's body stiffened, and he groaned loudly. He was ejaculating inside Lisa! A surge of intense sensuality washed over me, a gush of warm, lustful fluid erupted, and I reached my own climax, experiencing unparalleled pleasure.

I heard Lisa gasping for breath. I wondered if I felt the same way when Dad first ejaculated inside me, so tense I couldn't breathe and needed to gasp for air.

After a while, Dad bent down and gently kissed Lisa's nipples, then withdrew his still erect and wet penis from her cunt. He glanced at his watch, quickly stood up, pulled back his underwear, stuffed his still-erect penis back 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? Are you comfortable?" I asked.

“It hurt a little at first, but not too bad. Later… it was sore and swollen, but also comfortable… I could feel him ejaculate inside me. Are you sure I won’t get pregnant?” she said, closing her legs, which had been spread open for over an hour, and pulling her underwear from under her pillow. 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 think he enjoys fucking my pussy?” Lisa asked.

“Absolutely. I saw how happy and enjoying him when he was fucking you; he must really enjoy fucking your pussy. Do you want to play with him again? Would you want him to fuck your pussy again?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” she answered.

“Okay! That’s settled then! Now let’s sleep!” I said.

The next morning, Lisa told me that her pussy still felt quite sore, and her underwear was damp and soggy. She changed into the clean underwear she had brought, washed the soiled underwear, and hung it in my room to dry.

At the breakfast table, Lisa’s cheeks flushed when she saw my father. As usual, Dad smiled gently and prepared a delicious and nutritious breakfast for Lisa and me.

I think Dad must be very happy about last night's unexpected gain.

I'm sure this is the beginning of a close friendship between the three of us. At the appropriate time, I will tell Lisa about my special relationship with Dad. I don't mind Lisa sharing my handsome, strong, and gentle father. With the three of us together, Lisa and I can take turns receiving the impact of Dad's big cock. This might save us from being fucked to the point of exhaustion by Dad alone, while his cock still wouldn't go soft and he wouldn't be satisfied.

I think Lisa and I can satisfy Dad sexually, and we can also fully enjoy the taste of Dad's lovely big cock.

(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 junior high school. I started developing when I was twelve years old and gradually began masturbating, mostly by touching my clitoris in the shower, which I found very comfortable. Sometimes I have sex once or twice a week, sometimes not for a week or two. Since turning fifteen about six months ago, I've gradually started to think about men. I don't actually want to find a man, but when I masturbate, I stroke my clitoris and imagine what it would feel like if a man hugged and touched me.

In my elective health course, I learned the basics of male-female sexual relations and saw diagrams and real photos of male genitalia in several reference books, including comparison photos of male genitalia when they are engorged and erect. I've also heard many detailed and explicit descriptions of male-female intercourse from several female classmates. This fascinates me, but it also frightens me: several girls in school are pregnant, some have dropped out of school to give birth and never returned; some 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 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, but when he opens the door and looks in, I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

One night, I was lying naked in bed masturbating when 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 away from my clitoris and placed it beside me, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door open, and I peeked through my half-open eyes 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 dim light 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 understand, 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; I could only hear it from very close range.

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

My hair was past my shoulders, brown with a shimmering gold 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 was still smooth. Suddenly, for some reason, my nipples hardened and stood erect, and some vaginal fluid seeped from my vulva. I hoped Dad wouldn't notice how wet my vagina was.

He slowly backed away, turned, and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. My tense mood relaxed, but I also felt a sense of loss. I hoped he would do something, not just stand there watching.

As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to my vagina, quickly stroking it. The thought of Dad seeing my naked body and his penis instantly becoming erect filled me with excitement, and I instantly reached an orgasm I had never experienced before! I almost screamed, but managed to hold it in.

As the orgasm slowly subsided, I lay on the bed, wondering what Dad's penis looked like. Judging from how high his crotch was stretched, his penis must be very powerful. I couldn't help but insert my right middle finger into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and torn last year when I used tampons; there had been some bleeding and a little pain, but it subsided quickly. I tried inserting and withdrawing my fingers a few times, fantasizing that it was my father's penis, but my fingers were short and thin, 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 in my heart was my father's penis.

In the morning, my father made me a hearty breakfast as usual. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but after a while, I felt fine and returned to normal. 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 early in the afternoon. When I went to bed, I used a sanitary napkin, wore underwear and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my father quietly opened the door and came in. He was different from usual; tonight he was only wearing a pair of close-fitting underwear, 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, and my period finally ended.

That night, I lay naked on my back, legs wide open, ankles dangling off the sides of my single bed, wanting my father to see my vulva unobstructed.

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

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

It looked like an eight- or nine-inch flashlight, with a gleaming purplish-red helmet at the tip, and a firm, round scrotum below, from which I could clearly see two small, swollen balls protruding. I was incredibly excited, yet also a little scared.

Dad gently placed his right hand on my vulva, his middle finger slipping inside and caressing it. I felt incredibly aroused, and involuntarily, more vaginal fluid seeped out. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my vaginal fluid continued to gush out. He placed his left hand on my right breast, gently kneading it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop caressing me, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

I peeked through my half-closed eyes and saw some translucent, thick liquid on the head of Dad's penis, slowly dripping down, the thin strands sticking out continuously. Dad's right hand was still caressing my already soaked vulva, while his left hand alternately kneaded my breasts. My vulva longed for his penis to enter, but I was also a little afraid. I knew it was wrong for a daughter to let her father touch her like this, but I just wanted Dad to touch me! Dad's thick middle finger entered my vagina, gently moving in and out, rotating.

Ah! So good!

A few minutes later, he withdrew his fingers. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my wide-open legs, and then leaned down to press himself against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "crushing" me. This way, we were overlapping in the shape of an "i" and 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 between my wet vulva, sometimes teasing my clitoris.

After two minutes, he pressed the head of his penis against the entrance of my vagina. I closed my eyes, wondering if my father would really penetrate me, really fuck his own daughter! I remained still, wondering what he would do. He paused for a moment, and I felt him apply slight pressure; the head of his penis had entered my vagina! I didn't make a sound. He pushed in again, and I felt so full. 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. After a pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis going deeper and deeper. I felt very full, but it didn't hurt too much. He continued thrusting and pumping heavily for two or three minutes, then pressed tightly against me, unable to go any further; he was completely inside me. His scrotum was pressed against my buttocks, and my vagina was saturated. I had never felt anything like it before.

My father paused for a moment, then began to thrust. He gently pulled his penis out two or three inches, then slowly inserted it again. I felt a little pain, but it wasn't too bad; I could bear it.

He repeated the pulling and inserting motion, and after a couple hundred thrusts, the range of motion gradually increased, eventually reaching maybe five or six inches. Each time he penetrated, he went all the way in, his scrotum slapping against my buttocks. He thrust in and out incessantly, emitting pleasurable moans.

I wondered how long my father would thrust. I couldn't help but recall a time I saw a male dog mating with a female dog. The male dog had only thrust about ten times behind the female before withdrawing, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. The two dogs' rear ends were chained together, and it wasn't until nearly fifteen minutes later that they were separated. We, the onlookers, could see 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, 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. The expression on his face showed that he was immersed in extreme pleasure.

A few minutes later, his penis began to thrust faster and faster, a wild growl emanating from his throat, his scrotum pounding against my buttocks at an incredible speed. I felt a mix of soreness and itchiness... but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deep inside my vagina, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva, his whole body tense, I could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God!" Dad groaned loudly.

I felt something strange in my vagina. His glans was swollen and throbbing, one, two, three times… He was ejaculating inside me! I never imagined he would ejaculate inside his own daughter's vagina so recklessly, scattering his seed! And he kept throbbing, releasing semen. I didn't know how long he would keep going.

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

He put on his underwear, gently kissed my lips, and left my bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. I was paralyzed with fear. I felt it was all my fault. I could have told him to stop, to end this illicit affair, but I didn't, letting my father steal my pleasure. I reached down to touch

my vulva; it still felt a little sore inside, and my vulva, 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 thighs were weak, and I was worried about running into my father on the way—it 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 Methodist books that conception usually occurs within two weeks of the end and beginning of menstruation. My period had just ended, so maybe I wouldn't conceive now! Of course, I knew it wasn't a guarantee. I looked 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, covered my vagina tightly with my hand, 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 clean pair of underwear, covered myself with the sheets, and went to sleep. I hadn't had an orgasm tonight, but I didn't care at the moment. I felt a strange sense of unease, and after a long while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it.

The next morning, Dad acted as usual, as if nothing had happened the night before. I pretended to be nonchalant as well, 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 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, feeling waves of pleasure. Suddenly, I heard the doorknob turn. I quickly removed my hand, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Dad gently pushed the door open, then gently closed and locked it, and walked to the bedside. I peeked in; Dad was only wearing underwear, and his crotch looked like a small mound. He stared at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts; his crotch immediately bulged again. Then he pulled off the sheet covering my lower body. Upon seeing 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, proudly 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 desire, and my vulva involuntarily became wet.

My legs were parted, but not wide. My father's right hand slipped between my legs, caressing my vulva, making it even wetter. He rubbed inside for a while, his fingers becoming soaking wet. He withdrew his hand, gently spread my legs wide, 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, to stop this immoral act, but somehow, I just lay there obediently, pretending to sleep, letting Dad do as he pleased.

Dad inserted the head of his penis into my vagina, then gently thrust his hips, inserting his hard, thick penis inch by inch into my cunt. With each thrust, Dad would 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, the vaginal walls were stretched open inch by inch by his penis head, feeling tight and uncomfortable. Thankfully, my vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, which greatly reduced the pain of 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 against my buttocks. My vulva 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 moving his hips, repeating this in-and-out motion, gently fucking my wet, still-developing vagina again and again.

I was fucked like this for a long time, and I felt very comfortable. I tried my best not to groan, but my body was beyond my control; vaginal fluid seeped out, and sometimes I couldn't help but slightly raise my hips to welcome my father's penetration.

He increased the speed of his thrusting, his penis frequently entering and exiting my vagina. I felt an indescribable sensual 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 remained deeply inserted in my vagina, and my father stopped. He was regulating his breathing, as if trying his best to suppress his excited emotions. After pausing for 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 frenzied, rapid pounding of my vulva.

Under his intense, frenzied assault, my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed up, even more tense, ah! Like a balloon bursting, my mind went blank, a surge of heat welled up from my lower abdomen, and in a hazy state, my vagina automatically opened and closed in intense spasms… I reached an unprecedented, indescribable, ecstatic orgasm.

Dad began a faster, more forceful, frenzied thrusting.

"Ah! God! Yes! That's it! Ohhhhhh!!!" Dad growled, his whole body hardening.

I felt him ejaculate, a violent ejaculation! Though 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 weak, unable to support his weight. He pressed down on me; I felt he was so heavy. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but I could hear his heavy breathing. After a while, he pulled out his hard, rubbery penis 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, then left.

I lay in bed, my mind in turmoil again. Why did I let Dad 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, and stuffed it between my legs, keeping my legs straight and tightly closed 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 while to avoid running into my father or mother, but I unknowingly fell 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 semen left in my vagina. I sat on the toilet and let it flow out, and then urinated quite a bit. I showered to wash myself clean, 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 roughly 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 uncomfortable. He had ejaculated inside me twice; I might be pregnant, but he acted as if nothing had happened! 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 sex life with Dad. Being with her allowed me to temporarily forget the things Dad had done to me the previous night. 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 a CD, and searched for information about the French Revolution online to use for a history report I was preparing. Then I went into an internet chat room and chatted with a few people. At eight o'clock, I logged off and sat on my bed, leaning against the headboard, and turned on the TV, browsing 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 and made sure all the parts of my body that shouldn't be exposed were 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 sat down on the bed. I leaned against the headboard with a pillow behind my back, my pajamas were short, and most of my legs were exposed. The scene from last night flashed through my mind, 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 blurted out.

He reached out and pulled me into a gentle embrace. "I can't get you 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 began to massage my back. I had been wondering what kind of contraception my parents used. So this is how they did it. Under his massage, I felt so comfortable. Holding me like this reminded me of last night, and my vulva began to moisten.

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

“I know you enjoy sex; you felt good last night,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. His lips returned to mine, but this time they were 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 lips and entered my mouth, occasionally sucking on it. Being embraced, caressed, and kissed by my father was intoxicating; my vulva and crotch were soaked. After kissing me for a long time, he removed my nightgown, leaving me only in my bikini bottoms.

“You look beautiful!” he whispered, his voice becoming deep. He stood up and removed his bathrobe. He wasn't wearing underwear; he was completely naked, his large penis erect, veins bulging, glans a glossy purple-red.

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.

"Sssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Do you want someone to hear?" he whispered urgently. I didn't even realize I had screamed.

His tongue returned to my labia, licking back and forth. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I tried my best not to scream, but I couldn't help but let out low moans, like a sob. My mind was filled with sexual pleasure, and my body grew increasingly tense. 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 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 even if the sky were to fall; all I wanted was the wonderful feeling of Dad's thick, long, hard cock inside my cunt! His cock began to move, and pleasure flooded my mind.

"Oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I was intoxicated and cried out uncontrollably. Dad hurriedly covered my mouth with his hand.

A fierce orgasm overwhelmed me, my juices gushed out, and my vagina contracted and spasmed intensely.

The intense orgasm gradually subsided, and Dad began to thrust rapidly, each thrust going all the way in, pressing tightly against my cunt, grinding and rubbing. My cunt made "gurgling" sounds under Dad's thrusting.

"Ah! So sore! So full!...So comfortable!"

A few minutes later, I was forced to orgasm again by Dad's intense assault! Dad's breathing became very heavy, his buttocks moved rapidly, and his cock, like a piston in an engine, moved in and out of my vagina quickly. 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 flat against his strong chest. He kissed me passionately, and I extended my little tongue, letting him suckle it.

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

"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; staying 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.

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 sort them out. I'd already let Dad fuck me three times, and I genuinely found it incredibly pleasurable. The truth was, I just wanted his big cock inside me, I just wanted him to ejaculate inside me; only then could I feel true pleasure and satisfaction!

My father's semen slowly oozed 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 tubal ligation 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. 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 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.

“You really think 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 it with me?” Lisa asked.

“Ah! I think he likes you very much! He often asks me about you! I feel he has a great, very hot 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, and I imagine it was an unexpected and delightful encounter for Dad.

"Hmm, if he really likes me, I think I'd be willing to try it... 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 fantastic!" she replied, seemingly quite longingly.

I got home at three in the afternoon. Only 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 football, but I went in and sat diagonally across from Dad, intending to use this opportunity of being alone with him to talk things out, but I didn't know how to begin.

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

Dad looked at me and turned off the TV, which was playing his beloved football game.

“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 am so happy! Unparalleled joy! But I also understand that if you have too many hesitations or worries and don’t want to continue having sex with me, I will 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 we’ll be found out, I don’t want you to be locked up in jail,” I said.

“You really think that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

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

I stood up, went over and sat on his lap. He embraced me, first with a light kiss that pressed our lips together, then a passionate kiss like lovers, as if he wanted to swallow my lips and tongue whole. We were both deeply moved, and I felt his penis, which was sitting beneath me, harden.

"It would be better if we went to your room," he suggested.

I got up and went first, with him 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. He was just as quick, and a second later he was lying on his side beside me. He began to caress my breasts, which felt so good; my vagina was already wet. He reached out and placed his large, hairy hand on my vulva.

"Do you like my vagina?" I asked.

"Ah! God! I love your beautiful vagina so much!" he said.

His body entered between my legs. I bent my knees and raised my legs, spreading them apart, and he inserted his penis into my vagina, thrusting and pushing deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted, his scrotum nestled 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 years is proof enough.

Dad's penis started thrusting in and out. Ah! So good! He kept moving his hips up and down, fucking me again and again, his hard glans grinding against every corner of my vagina. My vaginal muscles felt sore and swollen, with an indescribable mix of discomfort and pleasure. After a few minutes, the feeling became increasingly intense. Dad on top of me kept moaning, and from his facial expression, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure.

"Faster!" I gasped.

Dad immediately sped up, thrusting forcefully, like a wild horse, charging forward. He breathed heavily, panting, powerfully ravaging my vulva. My orgasm was getting closer and closer... A few minutes later, suddenly, an extremely intense pleasure overwhelmed me, and my vagina involuntarily spasmed, opening and closing, squeezing Dad's thick penis.

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 of his glans, and I couldn't help but climax again, my vagina releasing another gush of fluid before I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I felt my father still pressing his lower body against mine, supporting his upper body weight with his elbows, leaning over to suckle my nipples. Seeing that I was awake, he smiled at me, then pulled out his still swollen and hard penis, and stood 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 need 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 like to have sex with her?" I asked.

"What???" Dad was clearly 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," I answered.

I could tell that this answer pleased Dad greatly. He tucked his still-erect, 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 toilet paper, put a menstrual pad on the crotch of my underwear, got dressed, and left the bedroom. I passed the TV room; Dad was watching football on TV. 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.

Perfect timing! Mom just came home.

Mom agreed that Lisa would come over and stay overnight this weekend.

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

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. He didn't say a word, but 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 I felt a slight itch. 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 thrust his thick, hard penis inside me, beginning to pump. His fingers occasionally teased my clitoris, while his right hand kneaded my nipples and breasts.

Gradually, he increased the force of his thrusts, sometimes penetrating deeply, pressing and swirling against my vulva; other times, he would use only half his penis to quickly pump seven or eight times before plunging in deeply again. I was being fucked so hard I felt like I was floating on air, a mix of soreness and itchiness. I gasped and moaned, raising my thighs high, my calves hooked tightly around Dad's lower back, my vulva arching repeatedly to meet his thrusts. My vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, making squelching sounds with each powerful thrust.

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

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

Fifteen minutes later, Dad brought me to orgasm. He paused briefly, letting me 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 was also overwhelmed. Suddenly, I thought of Lisa. If only she were here, she could shield me from the relentless onslaught of Dad's adorable yet hateful, rock-hard cock.

Dad's fucking brought me to orgasm after orgasm, leaving me breathless and limp. I knew Dad had ejaculated inside me, but it seemed he was still fucking me relentlessly.

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, 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 discover 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 the beautiful girl sleeping naked, my father might (in fact, I knew it wasn't "might," but "certainly") come and take Lisa's virginity. But I played hard to get, telling Lisa that I couldn't guarantee whether this "luring him into the trap" plan would work; it all depended on whether my father would come in and boldly steal a kiss (of course, I knew the answer was yes).

Lisa asked me what my mother would think if she came to check and saw her sleeping naked. I said it didn't matter; she would just find it a little "strange." After saying that, we both burst out laughing.

On Saturday, Lisa came to my house as promised for dinner. I noticed, through careful observation, that Lisa kept glancing at my father, her eyes filled with admiring joy. It was obvious 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, so my bed would be 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, her skin almost translucent, her dark brown hair shiny, and her breasts were cone-shaped, seemingly slightly larger than mine.

"Take off your underwear," I said.

She hesitated, perhaps fearful; I understood that feeling; I had gone through the same emotional journey a few weeks ago. So I said again, "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 started to pull down her panties.

I saw her dark brown, shiny pubic hair. She took off her panties and hid them under her pillow. Unlike my smooth, hairless pubic area, her plump 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 said, and I turned off the main light, leaving a small nightlight in the room so everything was still clearly visible. I lifted my robe and put my hand inside her panties, starting to play with her vulva. I thought tonight would definitely be a good show.

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

He approached Lisa, looking down at her reclining body, his underwear immediately bulging. Lisa pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed, 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 pointing upwards. I could then see clearly that his penis wasn't straight; the front half was slightly curved upwards.

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, 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, his legs straight 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.

After a minute or two, he moved the glans to the entrance of her vagina below the vulva, thrusting his hips forward. The glans entered her vagina, and he stopped, 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 slightly open, her eyes tightly closed, and her face somewhat tense. I knew she was about to lose her virginity.

Dad thrust one more time forcefully, then continued to thrust steadily forward. 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, pinching her pale pink nipples. Lisa's eyes were closed, her breathing rapid, as if she couldn't catch her breath.

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

Dad began thrusting in and out. His penis would sometimes pull out of Lisa's vagina, and sometimes disappear back in; the way his penis and vagina met was incredibly sexy! My best friend was being fucked by my dad, her virgin cunt! So sexy! My fingers flew across my clitoris.

Father's thrusting became more forceful and faster, accompanied by low moans. 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...

Each time Father penetrated, Lisa's body was forced upwards, her breasts jiggling with each thrust.

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 struggling to suppress the low, almost sobbing moans that escaped her lips.

Father slowed his thrusting, caressing Lisa's breasts, thighs, and teasing her clitoris... A few minutes later, he resumed his rapid thrusting... He repeated this several times...

Suddenly, Father's body stiffened, and he groaned loudly. He was ejaculating inside Lisa! A surge of intense sensuality washed over me, and a gush of warm, lustful fluid erupted as I reached my climax, experiencing unparalleled pleasure.

I heard Lisa gasping for breath. I wondered if I felt the same way when my father first ejaculated inside me, so tense I couldn't breathe and needed to gasp for air.

After a while, my father leaned down and gently kissed Lisa's nipples, then withdrew his still-erect, wet penis from her vagina. He glanced at his watch, quickly stood up, pulled his underwear back up, stuffed his still-erect penis back 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? Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"It hurt a little at first, but not too bad. Later… it was sore and swollen, but also comfortable… I could feel him ejaculate inside me. Are you sure I won't get pregnant?" she said, closing her legs, which had been spread open for over an hour, and pulling her underwear from under her pillow. 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 think he enjoys fucking me?” Lisa asked.

“Absolutely. He seemed so happy and enjoying it when he was fucking you; he must really enjoy it. Do you want to play with him again? Would you want him to fuck you again?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” she replied.

“Okay! That’s settled! Now let’s sleep!” I said.

The next morning, Lisa told me that her vagina still felt quite sore, and her underwear was damp and soggy. She changed into the clean underwear 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 with last night’s unexpected gain.

I was certain this was the beginning of a close friendship between the three of us. At the appropriate time, I would tell Lisa about my special relationship with my father; I didn’t mind Lisa sharing my handsome, strong, and gentle father. The three of us together could take turns receiving the thrusts of Dad's big cock. This way, perhaps we could avoid being repeatedly fucked to the point of exhaustion by Dad alone, while his cock remained hard and unsatisfied.

I thought that Lisa and I could satisfy Dad to the fullest, and we could also fully enjoy the taste of his lovely big cock.

(The End)

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