I fucked my daughter's three beautiful holes in one night.

Last summer, my daughter's mother and I officially signed the divorce papers, and I officially began my life as a single man. Thankfully, the court awarded custody of our daughter to me, so I won't feel too lonely at home.

My daughter is very sensible; she never throws tantrums or makes demands like other children. But I always feel I've failed her as a father, so I always try to make her happy, which makes me feel incredibly happy. Seeing her happy smile always gives me a great sense of accomplishment. In

the blink of an eye, my daughter is fifteen. While not a stunning beauty, she's certainly a graceful young woman, especially with her large breasts, which she inherited from her mother. Sometimes, even I feel a strong urge to fondle them, especially at night when I'm lonely and restless, tossing and turning, fantasizing about raping her until I reach orgasm, only to be filled with remorse afterward.

I got home from work late that night and saw the light still on in my daughter's room. I suddenly wanted to see her sleeping, and I also wanted to kiss her forehead as usual; that would make me so happy. Not wanting to disturb her rest, I quietly went to her room and peeked through the crack in the door. I saw her reading, seemingly engrossed in a book.

So I gently pushed the door open. She seemed startled and quickly shoved the book under the covers. I said, "What are you reading? Aren't you going to sleep?"

She said, "I'm going to sleep now, nothing, nothing." Her chest heaved rapidly, captivating me.

I noticed her face was flushed, a picture of youthful allure. My heart skipped a beat, and I thought to myself, "My daughter's really grown up. I wonder who she'll end up with." Thinking this, I said to her, "Come on, cover yourself up! Aren't you going to sleep? You have class tomorrow. Sleeping so late, you might not be able to get up."

My daughter glanced at me furtively and said, "Okay, I'll go to sleep now. Dad, you should go to sleep too, you have to go to work tomorrow, take care of yourself."

Hearing her considerate words, I felt that my daughter still cared for me the most; she was so good to me. I left my daughter's room, but what book was she reading? Was she studying? A novel? Could it be

something indecent? I decided to find the book after she left the next morning. The next morning, my daughter woke up very early. After breakfast, I drove her to school, making sure her schoolbag was tidy. It was heavy, but there weren't any odds and ends. I figured she must have hidden the book in her bedroom. After dropping her off, I rushed home. When I got to her bedroom, I hesitated. Should I go in and look through it? What if she found out? How would we get along then?

She would never trust me again, and might even distance herself from me. But another voice told me I had to go in and see what she had done the night before. This was necessary to prevent her from going astray, something other parents often did. I finally convinced myself and went into my daughter's room. Gently rummaging through her things, I saw all sorts of underwear. My nose twitched involuntarily—thankfully, I didn't get a nosebleed, or I'd be in big trouble. I put them back where they were. Heh, you wouldn't notice. Finally, I found the book and a diary under the bedside table. Flipping through further, I found several more books. Taking them all out, I was shocked. They were all erotic novels, mostly incestuous stories, often involving father-daughter relationships. The image of my daughter as a youthful, beautiful, and adorable girl was completely overturned, replaced by a seductive, passionate, and lewd image.

Looking closely at the content, even I, an old man, felt ashamed. I thought perhaps it was time to give my daughter a political lesson, otherwise she would continue down this path of depravity, which, as a father, absolutely could not be allowed. Gently putting her things back where they were, I breathed a slight sigh of relief after making sure she wouldn't notice.

Seeing that it was almost time, I returned to the company, completely at a loss for what to do. I kept thinking about how to talk to my daughter. Everyone knows young girls are sensitive, and parents have to be careful what they say; once the relationship breaks down, the consequences can be very serious. I finally made it to the end of the workday, canceled all social engagements, and rushed home. Seeing my daughter quietly watching TV, I coughed softly, then sat down beside her, looking into her eyes, and said, "Tingting, we haven't had a proper talk since your mother and I divorced. If anything's bothering you, you must tell your father. Dad will definitely help you." My daughter paused, then lowered her head: "No, Dad, why are you saying this? I never blamed you for divorcing Mom. Didn't you never have a heart-to-heart talk with me before the divorce?"

Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness. Yes, I hadn't cared for my daughter enough. All I knew was work; I hadn't even had a heart-to-heart talk with her. I had been so irresponsible. I feel so guilty towards my daughter. I lowered my head and said softly, "You don't blame Dad, do you? Dad is so sorry,

Dad. Why are you saying this? I don't blame you, and I never have. You're making my heart ache."

I nodded gently. "It's good that you don't blame Dad. Dad has neglected you too much before. I'll take better care of you from now on.

" "Yes, Dad, you're so good. I always believed my judgment was right. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen you. I would have just gone with Mom.

Sigh, it's time to find you a mother. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

My daughter jumped up from her seat and snorted, "Why are you suddenly so concerned about me? So you want to find me a mother? No, no!" My daughter became more and more agitated, and tears were about to fall.

I panicked. I pulled my daughter and pressed her shoulders. "Dad won't get married. Dad was just saying it with some emotion. Dad never thought about it,

really. You're not lying to me.

" "No, absolutely not. Dad has never thought about marriage. Marriage is a man's grave."

"Daddy's so good," my daughter said, wiping away tears.

I suddenly remembered my task for the day and couldn't help but sigh. "How should I say it, Tingting? Is there anything bothering you? Like, your body, you know, girls your age have complicated bodies. If you feel unwell, you must tell Daddy. Don't be shy, Daddy won't laugh at you."

My daughter suddenly blushed and softly said, "No, I'm perfectly fine, nothing's wrong." "

Really nothing?

"... My daughter suddenly stopped talking, her eyes fixed on me. "Um, a little... it's just a little itchy down there, these past few days."

"Where?" I didn't understand at first. My

daughter suddenly cried out, "My genitals! Ugh, I said I wouldn't say it, but you insisted! You're teasing me, it's so embarrassing!" Saying this, my daughter ran back to her bedroom. I couldn't help but touch my nose and smile bitterly. "Sigh, it's my fault." "

Tingting, how about we go to the hospital later, so we don't get sick?" "

I don't want to go! You go, I hate going to the hospital! Besides, it's already dark,

what are we going to do?"

My daughter stopped talking, and I didn't want to force her, so I just let her be and went back to my bedroom alone. I couldn't sleep, and the thought of it all made me feel heartbroken. I could

n't sleep at all that night, completely troubled by my daughter's situation. What should I do? Suddenly, a knock on the door startled me. It must be my daughter. I threw on my clothes and got out of bed, opening the door for her. She stood outside in her pajamas, crying, "I'm so itchy, Daddy, I'm so itchy down there!"

I let her into the room, stroking her back as I said, "Come on, let Daddy see where it itches." Suddenly, I realized it was her genitals that were itchy, and my face immediately turned a deep shade of purple. My daughter, completely oblivious, kept rubbing against me, making me feel hot all over, but I couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, my daughter climbed onto the bed, immediately stripped off her clothes, and covered herself with the blanket, crying out, "Daddy, I'm so itchy! It's so itchy down there, like countless ants are crawling inside me! Daddy, I feel so uncomfortable! What disease do I have? Am I going to die? I don't want to die!"

I was flustered by her expression and didn't see the hint of cunning in her eyes. I hugged her, murmuring, "You won't die, I won't let you die. I'll take you to the hospital right now." Somehow, the blanket fell to the floor, and my daughter was completely naked before me. Seeing her naked body, I suddenly noticed how much she had grown, especially her breasts, which were so white and tender, seemingly too big to be grasped in two hands. Her nipples were pink and slightly upturned. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, completely different from her mother's. Her mother had less pubic hair, while hers was thick and bushy. I don't know who said it, but people with a lot of pubic hair are born sluts and whores. My Adam's apple bobbed. Tingting suddenly laughed and said to me, "Oh, Dad, my blanket fell off. You saw me naked! How can I face anyone now? How can I get married in the future?" "

Dad, I've thought about this for a long time. I love you. I love being by your side. I've loved you ever since you and Mom divorced. Actually, I was happy then because you would be mine alone. Dad, let me be your bride. You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."

Faced with my daughter's confession, I was stunned, not knowing what to do. Should I reject her or accept her? Before I could decide, my daughter had already gently taken off my shirt. She stroked my chest muscles and murmured, "Dad, aren't you happy? You have a bride today, a beautiful and stunning little girl. You're so lucky! What are you hesitating for? Take me! I'm still the original!"

Hearing my daughter declare she was a virgin, my last shred of reason vanished. I reached for her breasts, gently kneading them. She immediately let out a passionate moan, igniting my lust. I said wickedly, "You're mine, I won't give you to anyone else. Let's be a depraved father and daughter, to hell with all this damn ethics!" With that, I squeezed her breast hard. "We're an adulterer now," I thought. "What does an adulterer do?" "

Of course, I'll fuck you, you slut who needs to be fucked. I'm going to fuck you good today." With that, I pulled off my pajamas, revealing my erect penis.

My daughter blushed, staring intently at my hard penis. She boldly tried to touch it, but then pulled her hand back. "Ugh, Daddy, why are you showing off that ugly thing?"

Hehe, you haven't tasted her yet, that's why you're like this. Once you've tasted it, you won't be like this anymore. You'll call her your dear brother, your dear father, your dear husband. You'll beg me to fuck you with this ugly thing.

Come on, help Daddy suck your cock. Aren't you itchy? Let me see your horny pussy. I'll lick it for you, and you won't be itchy anymore. "

I won't suck it for you," my daughter hesitated and said, "How about I use my hand to do it for you? I heard that feels good too."

I thought, since my daughter is mine anyway, I'll lick her first. Later, she won't be able to stand it anymore and will naturally beg me to fuck her. It's not too late to let her lick it then." Thinking this, I said, "Okay, but I'll lick it for you. Aren't you itchy? Saliva can kill bacteria, so you won't be itchy anymore."

My daughter nodded gently. It seemed she was indeed itchy down there. She spread her legs, revealing her pink, untouched vulva. Her mons pubis was high, and her labia were tightly pressed together, like a thin line, slightly concave inwards. Seeing this, my lust surged. Ignoring my erect penis, I quickly bent down, licking my lips as I said, "Daddy will lick it for you." My lips finally touched her labia. She trembled slightly, but I didn't care. I used my hands to separate her labia and licked her clitoris. She instinctively recoiled as if electrocuted. I held her legs down and continued licking. Soon, she started to wet herself, moaning, "Daddy, it feels so good! It's so itchy down there! Yes, a little deeper... oh... you've reached my G-spot!" Ah…so good, lick deeper, lick harder…inward…inward…my daughter moaned as she thrust her mons pubis upward, as if to make it easier for me to lick deeper, sometimes pulling back, thrusting and pulling back, just like the thrusting of a penis.

Daughter, are you enjoying this? Is Daddy's licking comfortable? Are you enjoying it? Do you want Daddy to lick you more? Yes, daughter feels so good…inside…I don't know how, but there's a kind of…a kind of pleasure I've never felt before…inside my vagina…it feels like there's a hand…scratching an itch, ah…almost…almost there, I…I'm going to pee,” my daughter said, thrusting and squeezing her legs together. My head didn't pull out for a moment, and my face was splashed with my daughter's vaginal fluid. My daughter, in ecstasy, opened her legs wide and lay there stiffly.

After a while, I felt that my daughter had rested enough, so I said to her, “Daughter, look, Daddy's penis is still erect. Shouldn't you lick it for Daddy too? It's so swollen and uncomfortable down there. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you?”

"I...I'll rub it for you," my daughter said, reaching down to my crotch and gripping it tightly. I immediately felt a surge of pleasure; it was incredibly pleasurable. My daughter carefully rubbed it, slowly finding the right technique. She held my penis with both hands and began thrusting back and forth. I couldn't help but take a deep breath—my god, I almost ejaculated! I quickly stopped her. My daughter looked up, confused. I gently said, "Could you lick it for me with your mouth?" Perhaps moved by my gentle tone and affectionate gaze, my daughter nodded involuntarily. Seeing that I had achieved my goal, I held my large penis up in front of her.

My daughter hesitated for a moment, then obediently licked it once. Perhaps not noticing the strange smell, she tried to swallow the whole thing. I gasped – so good! Although it was still a little uncomfortable, the sense of accomplishment was indescribable. I gently guided her, "Swallow the penis in first, then spit it out. Do it slowly, and remember not to use your teeth." My daughter did as I instructed, and it was indeed much better. It seems that with a little exploration, she's the epitome of oral sex. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, feeling the pleasure of her tongue rubbing against my glans, and the person giving you oral sex is your own daughter – this feeling is incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I was no longer satisfied with this slow approach and began to hold my daughter's head and thrust in and out, just like having sex with a woman's vagina. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and I thrust faster and faster, pressing my daughter's head down towards my crotch. My daughter's face turned red, and she tried to cough but couldn't. I completely ignored her, just thrusting forcefully.

Ah… I’m going to ejaculate… I pressed my daughter’s head down hard, closed my eyes, and savored the pleasure of ejaculating. Then I released her, and she immediately coughed, complaining, “You shot that disgusting stuff in my mouth! I need to rinse my mouth…”

As she spoke, she tried to climb off the bed and leave. I hugged her tightly. Perhaps because it had been a long time since we’d had sex, and it was my own daughter, I felt particularly excited. My penis showed no signs of softening. I dragged her onto the bed, lifted her legs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. She immediately stopped wriggling, knowing what I was about to do, and closed her eyes.

I gently said to her, “Just bear with it. It might hurt at first, but it will be fine in a while.” My daughter nodded gently. I rubbed my penis against her genitals, then parted her labia and inserted it. My daughter was indeed a top-notch little girl; she was very tight inside. Even before I reached her, I felt an urge to ejaculate. I forced myself to hold back. It felt so good. I slowly pushed it in. Because I had given her oral sex earlier and she had already orgasmed once, it was very slippery and sticky inside, not dry at all. To prevent her from becoming too wet, I kept gently thrusting in and out, stopping each time I reached near her hymen, letting her feel my gentleness and rhythm, and then relax. After a while, seeing that my daughter seemed to be completely immersed in it, I thrust hard, penetrating all the way in. My daughter was completely stunned. She sat up abruptly, pushing me away forcefully, crying and screaming in pain.

Hehe, I knew my daughter's most painful period was over. I kissed away her tears, comforting her, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." She cried, "You're so cruel! I wasn't prepared at all, and you suddenly thrust in! It hurts so much!"

I comforted her, "It's Daddy's fault, it's all Daddy's fault." I clung to her, not daring to move. She, however, seemed uncomfortable and moved slightly. After a while, I felt her pain lessen, so I quietly said to her, "I moved, daughter?" Although she only said one word, it was a huge surprise to me. I had been holding back for so long, almost a year to be exact. Finally, I felt the tightness of her vagina again. It felt so good! I slowly thrust in and out, and she moaned softly. I said to her, "My dear daughter, is Daddy fucking you... fucking you good? Are you beautiful... beautiful? Is it... is your vagina especially... especially full? Do you especially like being fucked by Daddy... ah?"

My daughter loves being fucked by her father. She feels so good... so good... big cock brother... fuck me harder... fuck me... daughter... daughter loves incest... loves being fucked by her father... fuck, deeper... deeper, to my dear father... My dear husband, fuck... fuck your daughter.

Hearing my daughter's lewd moans, I became more and more excited. I kept thrusting in and out, and faster and harder. My slutty daughter... you're so lewd... I saw so many... so many incest novels in your... your room. You especially like reading this kind of thing... isn't that right... isn't that right?

My daughter seemed to be desperately thirsty, constantly thrusting her big cock upwards. Brother, I... I'm a big slut... I'm your slutty... slutty daughter. I started reading incest novels after your divorce... divorce. I like you, I like being fucked by my father... my father's big cock... father, fuck me deeper, fuck me until... until my flower heart is inside. My daughter grew increasingly excited, seemingly forgetting everything, wanting only to be fucked hard by me. I didn't want to end my invasion of her so quickly, so I said to her, "Let's...let's change positions...how about a different position, okay...daughter?" Panting heavily, I turned her over. She seemed quite familiar with this, perhaps from reading too much pornography; she naturally arched her pert buttocks. She turned her head back to look at me seductively, as if saying, "Come on, fuck me!" I couldn't resist the temptation and thrust my penis in hard, completely disregarding that she was still a virgin. My daughter felt no pain at all. We were both completely lost in the magic of sex, unable to wake up.

My daughter let out a soft "ah," followed by a piercing moan. I began by caressing her smooth buttocks, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My daughter seemed completely lost in the moment, moaning and groaning, "Daddy, my... my dear daddy... I feel so good, daughter... I feel so good, being... being fucked by my own... my dear daddy... it feels so good... I want... I want to be fucked by you every day, I want to... I want to suck your cock every day... I want you to fuck my pussy every day... every day, daughter... my pussy... I'll give it to you every day... no matter... no matter what you want, daughter... daughter will give it to you... hurry... fuck me harder... fuck me, daughter... daughter... I'm coming... I'm coming, ah!"

Listening to my daughter's lewd moans, I was incredibly excited. Hearing her sexual declarations, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Knowing my daughter was about to climax, I increased the frequency of my thrusts, penetrating deeply and forcefully each time, as if unleashing all my pent-up madness. I teased her, saying, "What do you think we're like now? Aren't we...aren't we...aren't we...aren't we...aren't

we...aren't we...aren't we...aren't we...a pair of shameless, wanton men and women, yes, yes...a pair of bitches fucking...fucking. A pair of incestuous...incestuous...bitches." My daughter reached her climax, a true sexual climax. She lay limp on the bed, not wanting to move an inch.

I hadn't ejaculated yet. Maybe it was because of the last time I ejaculated, but this time it was very difficult to ejaculate, and I didn't feel anything at all. I was really bursting with pent-up desire. Seeing my daughter lying there exhausted, not moving at all, I felt an indescribable discomfort. I endured like this until dawn, not wanting to stop.

Seeing that my daughter's vagina was red and swollen from what I had just done, and that she had already had two orgasms, I just couldn't bring myself to fuck her hard anymore. But looking at her, a thought suddenly popped into my head: why not open her back door today too? Anyway, she'd be mine sooner or later. Once this thought came up, it grew uncontrollably. Yes, my daughter is mine, everything she has is mine, and I will never allow anyone to covet what's mine. I want to have everything from my daughter first.

I gently leaned down and whispered in my daughter's ear: "Slut, does it feel good? Does Daddy feel good fucking you? Ah, you're already satisfied, but look at Daddy's cock, it's still hard and swollen. What do you say we do?"

My daughter looked at me weakly, her face a mixture of grievance and helplessness. "I... I'll help you with my hand again, okay? I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much when I move. Please let my little hole go, okay? After I'm better, you can do whatever you want with me, okay

? But Daddy's penis is swollen, it hurts so much.

How about... how about I use my vagina to help you come?" My daughter said hesitantly.

Seeing her expression, I knew I had succeeded. "How can I do that? You're already so tired, how can Daddy bear to let you get any more tired? How about this, let Daddy play with your back door, okay? You just need to lie on the bed, don't move anything

... How can I do that there? It's so dirty there, will it hurt in a bit? I don't want to..." My daughter's hesitant expression, wanting to try but afraid to, was so alluring. "

Daddy will be very careful, I promise I won't hurt you, trust Daddy, okay? And Daddy promises, you'll feel very comfortable."

My daughter agreed in a very soft voice. I immediately supported her buttocks, making her lie face down, her high, pert buttocks directly in front of me. Seeing that her buttocks were slightly red and swollen from the vigorous exercise, I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by desire. What I was going to do next was to deflower my daughter's anus. Hehe, I was sure it would feel amazing.

I gently massaged my daughter's high, firm buttocks. She had a lot of pubic hair, even around her anus. I carefully parted it, afraid of hurting her if I accidentally inserted it.

I moved my penis to my daughter's anus. Perhaps sensing it, the folds around her anus suddenly contracted. I gently removed it, brought it to my nose, and smelled it. There seemed to be only a faint odor, very mild. Satisfied, I patted my daughter's pert buttocks. My daughter couldn't help but moan. I suddenly realized that I had a slightly perverted tendency. Not only did I enjoy having sex with my own daughter, but I also enjoyed playing with her anus. I gripped my daughter's buttocks tightly, spreading them apart. I saw her anus open again. I released her and gently inserted a finger. My daughter arched her back, desperately trying to lift her head. Clearly, I had deeply aroused her. I gently pulled out and then thrust in again, like a piston, repeatedly pumping in and out. My daughter frowned slightly, as if trying to endure something. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. I hoped it was the latter, but it didn't seem so. At the same time, I felt that her anus was still very dry, without any lubrication. So I gently spat on her anus and then gently pushed my finger inside, continuing to pump in and out. I felt it was much wetter inside, and I saw her furrowed brows relax. I knew I had done the right thing. I pumped in and out faster with one finger, feeling the pleasure of her anal walls enveloping my finger. It was incredibly pleasurable.

I tried inserting another finger, and my daughter didn't seem to feel any pain. So I confidently thrust in and out forcefully, feeling as if my second penis was challenging her. After a while, my daughter finally felt the relief and softly moaned: "Ah... Daddy, it feels so good to fuck my... anus. It feels like... there's a penis... a cock inside, fucking me hard. I feel so good... Please, use... use your big... big cock to fuck me hard. I don't want... I don't want your fingers..."

Hearing my daughter's declaration of desire, I was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of finger penetration. I felt like a car with its engine fully charged no longer wanted to follow behind a bicycle; I wanted to go full speed ahead. So I straightened up, held my big cock, and slowly moved it towards my daughter's anus, then squeezed it in little by little. Perhaps my daughter was naturally more wanton, a perfect little loli. In any case, her anus was not only very tight but also very easy to open. Just like now, there was no pain on my daughter's face. On the contrary, I enjoyed it. I slowly pushed in, and finally, I inserted my big cock into my daughter's anus. I asked her how it felt.

It was like...like a bottle filled with water and the stopper...the cap was on, so full, so exciting. "Daddy, you...you fuck...fuck my...anus...how does it feel...how does it feel?" my daughter moaned and cried out. "

Little slut, finally...you're horny, aren't you? Haha, you're Daddy's daughter, but now Daddy is fucking your anus. Not only is your anus being fucked by me, but your cunt, your mouth are being fucked by me too. Aren't you enjoying it?" Seemingly deriving immense pleasure from incest, my tone became higher and higher, more and more excited. Even my voice trembled.

Yes, I am Daddy… Daddy’s little slut, I’ve been since I was little. Last year, I… I witnessed you… you and Mommy making… making love for the first time, and I was captivated by your… your endless variety of tricks. Since then, I’ve started reading incest books, especially… especially those about… about fathers and daughters making love… and I… I masturbate, imagining myself as the characters in the books, imagining you raping me. I’m really… really happy that you… that you can fuck me. Now… now is the time for your daughter to repay you. Your daughter has nothing to repay you with, so… so I offer my body to… to my greatest… greatest father. Ah, big-cocked Daddy, hurry… hurry up and fuck your… your big cock hard… fuck your daughter… your flower heart, it’s so itchy there. You are my… my dear brother… my dear husband, I… I want to dedicate my everything to you, ah… fuck me… hurry… hurry.

Hearing my daughter’s words, which sounded like a confession and were also lewd, my cock became harder and harder. I thrust rapidly, wildly like a bull, each time penetrating deep into my daughter's vagina. Half an hour passed, and my urge to ejaculate grew stronger. The tight anal walls rubbed against my glans, intensifying the pleasure. I pulled out my large penis and then thrust it back into my daughter's vagina. At this point, I no longer cared about my daughter's pain; I only wanted to pour all my semen into her vagina. As I thrust, I gasped, "Ah...ah...faster, almost there...I...I'm going to cum."

Hearing my final call, my daughter knew I had reached the crucial moment. She clenched her vagina tightly, trying to suck on my glans, while screaming, "Cum...Daddy...Cum, cum inside your vagina, I'll give you...give you a son...give you a daughter, and when...when our daughter grows up, I'll...and let you fuck...fuck our...daughter." Ah…I…I feel so good…it feels so good inside…so good, I…I’m…coming soon too, ah, coming…coming! I ejaculated, reaching orgasm simultaneously with my daughter. I lay on top of her, looking up to find her already dizzy with excitement. I couldn’t resist the exhaustion and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up feeling a sharp soreness in my lower back, perhaps from the excessive indulgence of the night before. Seeing my daughter’s rosy cheeks and the scratches covering her pert breasts, I could imagine how intense our encounter had been. Looking down, the contrast between her dark pubic area and her firm, white buttocks was striking. It was truly exhilarating. The sheets were stained with semen and vaginal fluid, exuding a decadent aura. My penis twitched; it had slipped out of my daughter’s vagina last night, and my premature throbbing had made it hard again, standing erect in the air like a flagpole. I quietly got out of bed and put on my clothes.

Then I went downstairs to buy breakfast. Knowing my daughter wouldn't be able to go to school today, I called the teacher early to ask for leave, and also asked for leave myself. I wanted to stay home and spend quality time with my daughter. Back in the bedroom, I saw my daughter was already awake, but she immediately pretended to be asleep again when she saw me. I couldn't help but smile. I gently walked over and stroked her soft hair. "Tingting, do you regret it? You gave your first time to your father, and he played with you in all sorts of positions." My

daughter didn't react for a while. My heart sank. Sigh, my daughter still cares. Although she gave herself to me yesterday, it seems she regrets it very much. I thought to myself, feeling sorry for myself. Suddenly, my daughter spoke: "I don't regret giving my first time to my father, I just regret not giving it to him sooner. And yesterday, it was all my shamelessness that led you to this. If anyone should be blamed, it's me." Hearing my daughter's words, a weight was finally lifted from my heart. I hugged my daughter tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment.

My daughter suddenly hesitated, then said, "Go out, I need to change." I nodded, though I really wanted to stay. Halfway there, I suddenly remembered this was my bedroom, so I turned back, picked her up, and she was surprised. I smiled slightly, "This is my bedroom, I'll take you to your own bedroom now." As soon as I picked her up, she cried out in pain; it seemed I had really worn her out yesterday. I carried her even more carefully.

Halfway there, she shifted her body, and I asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She stammered, "No...no, I...I just...I need to pee, you...you put me down."

I ignored her protests and carried her to the bathroom, then spread her legs, revealing her swollen vulva. She seemed very embarrassed, struggling constantly: "Put me down, I...I can manage by myself, I...I beg you." Seemingly sensing my persistence, her struggles gradually lessened, her little face flushed red, and she possessed an indescribable allure. I was stunned. She frowned again and softly said, "It hurts down there, I can't pee."

I was taken aback, then let her sit on my lap, spread her legs, and gently parted her labia with one hand while gently massaging her stomach with the other. A gush of water sprayed onto the floor, making an alluring sound. My daughter closed her eyes in embarrassment, at a loss for what to do. I laughed out loud. After she finished peeing, I carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed. I gently said to her, "You should rest well. We'll eat together later."

I spoiled my daughter rotten, finally bringing her complete peace of mind and body. From then on, she became my ideal daughter, always fulfilling my every whim. I finally experienced all sorts of pleasure from her, it was incredibly pleasurable. Her anus became my favorite; almost every time we made love, I would penetrate her anus, finding it as pleasurable as her vagina. My daughter became my complete sex slave, letting me do whatever I wanted.

Six months later, my daughter and I left the city, far away from my ex-wife, family, and relatives, enjoying a carefree life together. Later, we got married, but unfortunately, my daughter didn't bear me a son or a daughter. Perhaps this was God's punishment for us, who knows?

Last summer, my daughter's mother and I officially signed the divorce papers, and I officially began my life as a bachelor. Thankfully, the court awarded custody of my daughter, so I won't feel too lonely at home.

My daughter is very sensible; she never throws tantrums or makes demands like other children. But I always feel I've failed my daughter as a father, so I always try my best to make her happy, which makes me feel incredibly happy too. I feel a great sense of accomplishment, especially when I see my daughter's happy smile.

My daughter is now fifteen. While not a stunning beauty, she's certainly a graceful young woman, especially with her ample breasts, a testament to her mother's good genes. Sometimes, even I feel an urge to roughly fondle them, especially at night when I'm lonely and restless, tossing and turning, often reaching a climax in the fantasy of raping her, only to be filled with remorse afterward.

This night, I came home from work late and saw the light still on in my daughter's room. I suddenly wanted to see her sleeping, and like usual, kiss her forehead—that would make me feel so happy. Afraid of disturbing her rest, I quietly went to her room and peeked through the crack in the door. I saw her reading, seemingly engrossed in a book.

So I gently pushed the door open. Startled, she shoved the book under the covers. I said, "What are you reading? Aren't you going to sleep?"

She replied, "I'm going to sleep now. I'm not reading anything, nothing." Her chest heaved rapidly, captivating me completely.

And I noticed my daughter's face was flushed, a picture of youthful allure. It made my heart flutter, and I thought to myself, "My daughter's really grown up. I wonder who she'll end up with." Thinking this, I said to her, "Hurry up and cover yourself with the blanket. Aren't you going to sleep? You have class tomorrow. Sleeping so late, you might not be able to get up. "

My daughter glanced at me furtively and said, "Okay, I'll go to sleep now. Dad, you should go to sleep too. You have work tomorrow. Take care of yourself."

Hearing her considerate words, I felt that my daughter truly cared for me. My daughter was so good to me. I left her room, but what book was she reading? Was she studying? A novel? Could it be something erotic? I decided to find that book tomorrow morning after she left.

The next morning, my daughter woke up very early. After breakfast, I drove her to school, making sure to tidy her backpack. It was heavy, but there weren't any odds and ends. I figured she must have hidden the book in her bedroom. After dropping her off, I rushed home. When I got to her bedroom, I hesitated. Should I go in and look through it? What if she found out? How would we get along then?

She wouldn't trust me anymore, and might even distance herself from me. But another voice told me I had to go in and see what she had done the night before. It was necessary to prevent her from going astray, something other parents often did. I finally convinced myself and went into my daughter's room. Gently rummaging through her things, I saw all sorts of underwear. My nose twitched involuntarily—thankfully, I didn't get a nosebleed, or I'd be in big trouble. I put them back where they were. Heh, you wouldn't notice. Finally, I found the book and a diary under the bedside table. Flipping through further, I found several more books. Taking them all out, I was shocked. They were all erotic novels, mostly incestuous stories, often involving father-daughter relationships. The image of my daughter as a youthful, beautiful, and adorable girl was completely overturned, replaced by a seductive, passionate, and lewd image.

Looking closely at the content, even I, an old man, felt ashamed. I thought perhaps it was time to give my daughter a political lesson, otherwise she would continue down this path of depravity, which, as a father, absolutely could not be allowed. Gently putting her things back where they were, I breathed a slight sigh of relief after making sure she wouldn't notice.

Seeing that it was almost time, I returned to the company, completely at a loss for what to do. I kept thinking about how to talk to my daughter. Everyone knows young girls are sensitive, and parents have to be careful what they say; once the relationship breaks down, the consequences can be very serious. I finally made it to the end of the workday, canceled all social engagements, and rushed home. Seeing my daughter quietly watching TV, I coughed softly, then sat down beside her, looking into her eyes, and said, "Tingting, we haven't had a proper talk since your mother and I divorced. If anything's bothering you, you must tell your father. Dad will definitely help you." My daughter paused, then lowered her head: "No, Dad, why are you saying this? I never blamed you for divorcing Mom. Didn't you never have a heart-to-heart talk with me before the divorce?"

Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness. Yes, I hadn't cared for my daughter enough. All I knew was work; I hadn't even had a heart-to-heart talk with her. I had been so irresponsible. I feel so guilty towards my daughter. I lowered my head and said softly, "You don't blame Dad, do you? Dad is so sorry,

Dad. Why are you saying this? I don't blame you, and I never have. You're making my heart ache."

I nodded gently. "It's good that you don't blame Dad. Dad has neglected you too much before. I'll take better care of you from now on.

" "Yes, Dad, you're so good. I always believed my judgment was right. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen you. I would have just gone with Mom.

Sigh, it's time to find you a mother. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

My daughter jumped up from her seat and snorted, "Why are you suddenly so concerned about me? So you want to find me a mother? No, no!" My daughter became more and more agitated, and tears were about to fall.

I panicked. I pulled my daughter and pressed her shoulders. "Dad won't get married. Dad was just saying it with some emotion. Dad never thought about it,

really. You're not lying to me.

" "No, absolutely not. Dad has never thought about marriage. Marriage is a man's grave."

"Daddy's so good," my daughter said, wiping away tears.

I suddenly remembered my task for the day and couldn't help but sigh. "How should I say it, Tingting? Is there anything bothering you? Like, your body, you know, girls your age have complicated bodies. If you feel unwell, you must tell Daddy. Don't be shy, Daddy won't laugh at you."

My daughter suddenly blushed and softly said, "No, I'm perfectly fine, nothing's wrong." "

Really nothing?

"... My daughter suddenly stopped talking, her eyes fixed on me. "Um, a little... it's just a little itchy down there, these past few days."

"Where?" I didn't understand at first. My

daughter suddenly cried out, "My genitals! Ugh, I said I wouldn't say it, but you insisted! You're teasing me, it's so embarrassing!" Saying this, my daughter ran back to her bedroom. I couldn't help but touch my nose and smile bitterly. "Sigh, it's my fault." "

Tingting, how about we go to the hospital later, so we don't get sick?" "

I don't want to go! You go, I hate going to the hospital! Besides, it's already dark,

what are we going to do?"

My daughter stopped talking, and I didn't want to force her, so I just let her be and went back to my bedroom alone. I couldn't sleep, and the thought of it all made me feel heartbroken. I could

n't sleep at all that night, completely troubled by my daughter's situation. What should I do? Suddenly, a knock on the door startled me. It must be my daughter. I threw on my clothes and got out of bed, opening the door for her. She stood outside in her pajamas, crying, "I'm so itchy, Daddy, I'm so itchy down there!"

I let her into the room, stroking her back as I said, "Come on, let Daddy see where it itches." Suddenly, I realized it was her genitals that were itchy, and my face immediately turned a deep shade of purple. My daughter, completely oblivious, kept rubbing against me, making me feel hot all over, but I couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, my daughter climbed onto the bed, immediately took off her clothes, and then covered herself with the blanket. She kept calling out to me, "Daddy, I'm so itchy! It's so itchy there! It feels like countless ants are crawling inside me. Daddy, I feel so uncomfortable! What disease do I have? Am I going to die? I don't want to die!"

I was also flustered by her expression, completely oblivious to the cunning glint in my daughter's eyes. I hugged her tightly, murmuring, "You won't die, I won't let you die, I'll take you to the hospital right now." Somehow, the blanket on my daughter fell to the floor, exposing her completely naked before my eyes. Seeing her naked body, I suddenly noticed how much she had grown, especially her breasts, so white and tender, seemingly too large to be grasped in two hands. Her nipples were a delicate pink and slightly upturned. Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, completely different from her mother's. Her mother had less pubic hair, while hers was thick and dense. I don't know who said it, but people with a lot of pubic hair are born sluts and whores. My Adam's apple bobbed. Tingting suddenly laughed and said to me, "Ah, Daddy, my blanket fell off. You saw me naked! How can I face anyone now? How can I get married?"

"Dad, I've thought about this for a long time. I love you, I love being by your side. I've loved you ever since you and Mom divorced. Actually, I was very happy then because you would be mine alone. Dad, let me be your bride. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours."

Faced with his daughter's confession, I was stunned and didn't know what to do. Should I reject her or accept her? Before I could decide, my daughter had already gently taken off my shirt. She stroked my chest muscles and murmured, "Dad, aren't you happy? You have a bride today, a beautiful and gorgeous little girl. You're so lucky. What are you hesitating for? Take me. I'm still a virgin."

Hearing his daughter declare that she was a virgin, the last bit of my rationality vanished. I reached for her breasts and gently kneaded them. My daughter immediately let out a passionate moan, igniting the desire within me. I said wickedly, "You're mine. I won't give you to anyone else. Let's be a depraved father and daughter. To hell with all that damn ethics!" "That's enough," I said, roughly kneading my daughter's breasts. "We're an adulterous couple now, so what's an adulterer going to do?" "

Of course, I'm going to fuck you, you slut who needs to be fucked! I'm going to fuck you good today!" With that, I took off my pajamas, revealing my erect penis.

My daughter's face flushed red. She stared intently at my hard penis, and though she mustered her courage to touch it, she pulled her hand back. "Ugh, Daddy, why are you showing off that ugly thing?" I chuckled.

"Hehe, you haven't tasted it yet, that's why you're like this. Once you've tasted it, you won't be like this anymore. You'll call him 'dear brother,' 'dear daddy,' 'dear husband,' and you'll beg me to fuck you with this ugly thing." "Come

on, suck Daddy's cock. Aren't you itchy? Let me see your slutty pussy, I'll lick it for you, and you won't be itchy anymore." "

I won't suck it for you," my daughter hesitated, "How about I use my hand to do it for you? I heard that feels good too."

I thought to myself, since my daughter is my own, I'll lick her first. When she can't stand it anymore, she'll naturally beg me to do it to her. It's not too late to let her lick me then. With that in mind, I said, "Okay, but I'll lick you. Aren't you itchy? Saliva can kill bacteria, so you won't be itchy anymore."

My daughter nodded gently. It seemed she was indeed itchy down there. She spread her legs, revealing her pink, untouched vulva. Her mons pubis was high, and her labia were tightly pressed together, like a thin line, slightly concave inwards. Seeing this, my lust surged. Ignoring my erect penis, I quickly bent down, licking my lips as I said, "Daddy will lick it for you." My lips finally touched her labia. She trembled slightly, but I didn't care. I used my hands to separate her labia and licked her clitoris. She instinctively recoiled as if electrocuted. I held her legs down and continued licking. Soon, she started to wet herself, moaning, "Daddy, it feels so good! It's so itchy down there! Yes, a little deeper... oh... you've reached my G-spot!" Ah…so good, lick deeper, lick harder…inward…inward…my daughter moaned as she thrust her mons pubis upward, as if to make it easier for me to lick deeper, sometimes pulling back, thrusting and pulling back, just like the thrusting of a penis.

Daughter, are you enjoying this? Is Daddy's licking comfortable? Are you enjoying it? Do you want Daddy to lick you more? Yes, daughter feels so good…inside…I don't know how, but there's a kind of…a kind of pleasure I've never felt before…inside my vagina…it feels like there's a hand…scratching an itch, ah…almost…almost there, I…I'm going to pee,” my daughter said, thrusting and squeezing her legs together. My head didn't pull out for a moment, and my face was splashed with my daughter's vaginal fluid. My daughter, in ecstasy, opened her legs wide and lay there stiffly.

After a while, I felt that my daughter had rested enough, so I said to her, “Daughter, look, Daddy's penis is still erect. Shouldn't you lick it for Daddy too? It's so swollen and uncomfortable down there. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you?”

"I...I'll rub it for you," my daughter said, reaching down to my crotch and gripping it tightly. I immediately felt a surge of pleasure; it was incredibly pleasurable. My daughter carefully rubbed it, slowly finding the right technique. She held my penis with both hands and began thrusting back and forth. I couldn't help but take a deep breath—my god, I almost ejaculated! I quickly stopped her. My daughter looked up, confused. I gently said, "Could you lick it for me with your mouth?" Perhaps moved by my gentle tone and affectionate gaze, my daughter nodded involuntarily. Seeing that I had achieved my goal, I held my large penis up in front of her.

My daughter hesitated for a moment, then obediently licked it once. Perhaps not noticing the strange smell, she tried to swallow the whole thing. I gasped – so good! Although it was still a little uncomfortable, the sense of accomplishment was indescribable. I gently guided her, "Swallow the penis in first, then spit it out. Do it slowly, and remember not to use your teeth." My daughter did as I instructed, and it was indeed much better. It seems that with a little exploration, she's the epitome of oral sex. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, feeling the pleasure of her tongue rubbing against my glans, and the person giving you oral sex is your own daughter – this feeling is incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I was no longer satisfied with this slow approach and began to hold my daughter's head and thrust in and out, just like having sex with a woman's vagina. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and I thrust faster and faster, pressing my daughter's head down towards my crotch. My daughter's face turned red, and she tried to cough but couldn't. I completely ignored her, just thrusting forcefully.

Ah… I’m going to ejaculate… I pressed my daughter’s head down hard, closed my eyes, and savored the pleasure of ejaculating. Then I released her, and she immediately coughed, complaining, “You shot that disgusting stuff in my mouth! I need to rinse my mouth…”

As she spoke, she tried to climb off the bed and leave. I hugged her tightly. Perhaps because it had been a long time since we’d had sex, and it was my own daughter, I felt particularly excited. My penis showed no signs of softening. I dragged her onto the bed, lifted her legs, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. She immediately stopped wriggling, knowing what I was about to do, and closed her eyes.

I gently said to her, “Just bear with it. It might hurt at first, but it will be fine in a while.” My daughter nodded gently. I rubbed my penis against her genitals, then parted her labia and inserted it. She was indeed a top-tier little girl; it was very tight inside. Even before I reached her, I felt an urge to ejaculate. I forced myself to hold back. It felt so good. I slowly pushed it in. Because I had given her oral sex earlier and she had already orgasmed, it was very slippery and sticky inside, not dry at all. To prevent her from becoming too wet, I gently thrust in and out, stopping each time near her hymen, letting her feel my gentleness and rhythm, and then letting her relax. After a while, seeing that my daughter seemed to be completely absorbed, I thrust hard, all the way in. My daughter was completely stunned, sitting up abruptly, pushing me away forcefully, crying and screaming in pain.

Hehe, I knew my daughter's most painful period was over. I kissed away her tears, comforting her: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." My daughter cried: "You're so cruel! I wasn't prepared at all, and you suddenly thrust in! It hurts so much!"

I comforted her, saying, "It's all Daddy's fault, it's all Daddy's fault." I clung to my daughter, not daring to move. She, however, seemed uncomfortable and shifted slightly. After a while, feeling her pain lessen, I whispered to her, "I moved, daughter?" Although she only uttered one word, it was a huge surprise to me. I had been holding back for so long, almost a year to be exact. Finally, I felt the tightness of her vagina again—it felt so good! I slowly thrust in and out, and my daughter moaned softly. I said to her, "My dear daughter, is Daddy fucking you... fucking you good? Are you beautiful... beautiful? Is it... is your vagina especially... especially full? Do you especially like being fucked by Daddy... ah?"

"Daughter likes being fucked by Daddy, daughter feels so good... so good... big cock brother... fuck me harder... fuck me... daughter... daughter likes incest... likes being fucked by Daddy... fuck, deeper... deeper, to dear Daddy... dear husband, fuck... fuck daughter."

Hearing my daughter's lewd moans, I became increasingly excited. I thrust in and out repeatedly, faster and harder. "You're so lewd... I saw so many... so many incest novels in your... your room. You especially like this kind of thing... don't you... don't you?"

My daughter seemed to be desperately thirsty, constantly thrusting her big cock upwards. "Brother, I... I'm a big slut... I'm your slutty... slutty daughter. I started reading incest novels after your divorce... after your divorce. I like you, I like being fucked by Daddy... Daddy's big cock... Daddy, fuck me deeper, fuck me until... until my flower core is inside." My daughter became more and more excited, seemingly forgetting everything, only wanting me to fuck her hard. I didn't want to end my invasion of my daughter so quickly, so I said to her: "Let's... let's change positions... how about a different position, okay... daughter?" While panting heavily, I turned my daughter's body over. My daughter seemed quite familiar with this, perhaps because she had read too many pornographic books, and naturally stuck out her pert buttocks. She turned back to look at me seductively, as if saying, "Come on, come and fuck me!" I couldn't resist the temptation and thrust my penis in hard, completely disregarding that she was still a virgin and that my daughter felt no pain at all. We were both completely lost in the magic of sex and could never wake up.

My daughter let out a soft "ah," followed by a piercing moan. I began by caressing her smooth buttocks, thrusting in and out repeatedly. My daughter seemed completely lost in the moment, moaning and groaning, "Daddy, my... my dear daddy... I feel so good, daughter... I feel so good, being... being fucked by my own... my dear daddy... it feels so good... I want... I want to be fucked by you every day, I want to... I want to suck your cock every day... I want you to fuck my pussy every day... every day, daughter... my pussy... I'll give it to you every day... no matter... no matter what you want, daughter... daughter will give it to you... hurry... fuck me harder... fuck me, daughter... daughter... I'm coming... I'm coming, ah!"

Listening to my daughter's lewd moans, I was incredibly excited. Hearing her sexual declarations, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Knowing my daughter was about to climax, I increased the frequency of my thrusts, penetrating deeply and forcefully each time, as if unleashing all my pent-up madness. I teased her, saying, "What do you think we're like now? Aren't we...aren't we...aren't we...aren't we...aren't

we...aren't we...aren't we...aren't we...a pair of shameless, wanton men and women, yes, yes...a pair of bitches fucking...fucking. A pair of incestuous...incestuous...bitches." My daughter reached her climax, a true sexual climax. She lay limp on the bed, not wanting to move an inch.

I hadn't ejaculated yet. Maybe it was because of the last time I ejaculated, but this time it was very difficult to ejaculate, and I didn't feel anything at all. I was really bursting with pent-up desire. Seeing my daughter lying there exhausted, not moving at all, I felt an indescribable discomfort. I endured like this until dawn, not wanting to stop.

Seeing that my daughter's vagina was red and swollen from what I had just done, and that she had already had two orgasms, I just couldn't bring myself to fuck her hard anymore. But looking at her, a thought suddenly popped into my head: why not open her back door today too? Anyway, she'd be mine sooner or later. Once this thought came up, it grew uncontrollably. Yes, my daughter is mine, everything she has is mine, and I will never allow anyone to covet what's mine. I want to have everything from my daughter first.

I gently leaned down and whispered in my daughter's ear: "Slut, does it feel good? Does Daddy feel good fucking you? Ah, you're already satisfied, but look at Daddy's cock, it's still hard and swollen. What do you say we do?"

My daughter looked at me weakly, her face a mixture of grievance and helplessness. "I... I'll help you with my hand again, okay? I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much when I move. Please let my little hole go, okay? After I'm better, you can do whatever you want with me, okay

? But Daddy's penis is swollen, it hurts so much.

How about... how about I use my vagina to help you come?" My daughter said hesitantly.

Seeing her expression, I knew I had succeeded. "How can I do that? You're already so tired, how can Daddy bear to let you get any more tired? How about this, let Daddy play with your back door, okay? You just need to lie on the bed, don't move anything

... How can I do that there? It's so dirty there, will it hurt in a bit? I don't want to..." My daughter's hesitant expression, wanting to try but afraid to, was so alluring. "

Daddy will be very careful, I promise I won't hurt you, trust Daddy, okay? And Daddy promises, you'll feel very comfortable."

My daughter agreed in a very soft voice. I immediately supported her buttocks, making her lie face down, her high, pert buttocks directly in front of me. Seeing that her buttocks were slightly red and swollen from the vigorous exercise, I felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by desire. What I was going to do next was to deflower my daughter's anus. Hehe, I was sure it would feel amazing.

I gently massaged my daughter's high, firm buttocks. She had a lot of pubic hair, even around her anus. I carefully parted it, afraid of hurting her if I accidentally inserted it.

I moved my penis to my daughter's anus. Perhaps sensing it, the folds around her anus suddenly contracted. I gently removed it, brought it to my nose, and smelled it. There seemed to be only a faint odor, very mild. Satisfied, I patted my daughter's pert buttocks. My daughter couldn't help but moan. I suddenly realized that I had a slightly perverted tendency. Not only did I enjoy having sex with my own daughter, but I also enjoyed playing with her anus. I gripped my daughter's buttocks tightly, spreading them apart. I saw her anus open again. I released her and gently inserted a finger. My daughter arched her back, desperately trying to lift her head. Clearly, I had deeply aroused her. I gently pulled out and then thrust in again, like a piston, repeatedly pumping in and out. My daughter frowned slightly, as if trying to endure something. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. I hoped it was the latter, but it didn't seem so. At the same time, I felt that her anus was still very dry, without any lubrication. So I gently spat on her anus and then gently pushed my finger inside, continuing to pump in and out. I felt it was much wetter inside, and I saw her furrowed brows relax. I knew I had done the right thing. I pumped in and out faster with one finger, feeling the pleasure of her anal walls enveloping my finger. It was incredibly pleasurable.

I tried inserting another finger, and my daughter didn't seem to feel any pain. So I confidently thrust in and out forcefully, feeling as if my second penis was challenging her. After a while, my daughter finally felt the relief and softly moaned: "Ah... Daddy, it feels so good to fuck my... anus. It feels like... there's a penis... a cock inside, fucking me hard. I feel so good... Please, use... use your big... big cock to fuck me hard. I don't want... I don't want your fingers..."

Hearing my daughter's declaration of desire, I was no longer satisfied with the pleasure of finger penetration. I felt like a car with its engine fully charged no longer wanted to follow behind a bicycle; I wanted to go full speed ahead. So I straightened up, held my big cock, and slowly moved it towards my daughter's anus, then squeezed it in little by little. Perhaps my daughter was naturally more wanton, a perfect little loli. In any case, her anus was not only very tight but also very easy to open. Just like now, there was no pain on my daughter's face. On the contrary, I enjoyed it. I slowly pushed in, and finally, I inserted my big cock into my daughter's anus. I asked her how it felt.

It was like...like a bottle filled with water and the stopper...the cap was on, so full, so exciting. "Daddy, you...you fuck...fuck my...anus...how does it feel...how does it feel?" my daughter moaned and cried out. "

Little slut, finally...you're horny, aren't you? Haha, you're Daddy's daughter, but now Daddy is fucking your anus. Not only is your anus being fucked by me, but your cunt, your mouth are being fucked by me too. Aren't you enjoying it?" Seemingly deriving immense pleasure from incest, my tone became higher and higher, more and more excited. Even my voice trembled.

Yes, I am Daddy… Daddy’s little slut, I’ve been since I was little. Last year, I… I witnessed you… you and Mommy making… making love for the first time, and I was captivated by your… your endless variety of tricks. Since then, I’ve started reading incest books, especially… especially those about… about fathers and daughters making love… and I… I masturbate, imagining myself as the characters in the books, imagining you raping me. I’m really… really happy that you… that you can fuck me. Now… now is the time for your daughter to repay you. Your daughter has nothing to repay you with, so… so I offer my body to… to my greatest… greatest father. Ah, big-cocked Daddy, hurry… hurry up and fuck your… your big cock hard… fuck your daughter… your flower heart, it’s so itchy there. You are my… my dear brother… my dear husband, I… I want to dedicate my everything to you, ah… fuck me… hurry… hurry.

Hearing my daughter’s words, which sounded like a confession and were also lewd, my cock became harder and harder. I thrust rapidly, wildly like a bull, each time penetrating deep into my daughter's vagina. Half an hour passed, and my urge to ejaculate grew stronger. The tight anal walls rubbed against my glans, intensifying the pleasure. I pulled out my large penis and then thrust it back into my daughter's vagina. At this point, I no longer cared about my daughter's pain; I only wanted to pour all my semen into her vagina. As I thrust, I gasped, "Ah...ah...faster, almost there...I...I'm going to cum."

Hearing my final call, my daughter knew I had reached the crucial moment. She clenched her vagina tightly, trying to suck on my glans, while screaming, "Cum...Daddy...Cum, cum inside your vagina, I'll give you...give you a son...give you a daughter, and when...when our daughter grows up, I'll...and let you fuck...fuck our...daughter." Ah…I…I feel so good…it feels so good inside…so good, I…I’m…coming soon too, ah, coming…coming! I ejaculated, reaching orgasm simultaneously with my daughter. I lay on top of her, looking up to find her already dizzy with excitement. I couldn’t resist the exhaustion and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up feeling a sharp soreness in my lower back, perhaps from the excessive indulgence of the night before. Seeing my daughter’s rosy cheeks and the scratches covering her pert breasts, I could imagine how intense our encounter had been. Looking down, the contrast between her dark pubic area and her firm, white buttocks was striking. It was truly exhilarating. The sheets were stained with semen and vaginal fluid, exuding a decadent aura. My penis twitched; it had slipped out of my daughter’s vagina last night, and my premature throbbing had made it hard again, standing erect in the air like a flagpole. I quietly got out of bed and put on my clothes.

Then I went downstairs to buy breakfast. Knowing my daughter wouldn't be able to go to school today, I called the teacher early to ask for leave, and also asked for leave myself. I wanted to stay home and spend quality time with my daughter. Back in the bedroom, I saw my daughter was already awake, but she immediately pretended to be asleep again when she saw me. I couldn't help but smile. I gently walked over and stroked her soft hair. "Tingting, do you regret it? You gave your first time to your father, and he played with you in all sorts of positions." My

daughter didn't react for a while. My heart sank. Sigh, my daughter still cares. Although she gave herself to me yesterday, it seems she regrets it very much. I thought to myself, feeling sorry for myself. Suddenly, my daughter spoke: "I don't regret giving my first time to my father, I just regret not giving it to him sooner. And yesterday, it was all my shamelessness that led you to this. If anyone should be blamed, it's me." Hearing my daughter's words, a weight was finally lifted from my heart. I hugged my daughter tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment.

My daughter suddenly hesitated, then said, "Go out, I need to change." I nodded, though I really wanted to stay. Halfway there, I suddenly remembered this was my bedroom, so I turned back, picked her up, and she was surprised. I smiled slightly, "This is my bedroom, I'll take you to your own bedroom now." As soon as I picked her up, she cried out in pain; it seemed I had really worn her out yesterday. I carried her even more carefully.

Halfway there, she shifted her body, and I asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She stammered, "No...no, I...I just...I need to pee, you...you put me down."

I ignored her protests and carried her to the bathroom, then spread her legs, revealing her swollen vulva. She seemed very embarrassed, struggling constantly: "Put me down, I...I can manage by myself, I...I beg you." Seemingly sensing my persistence, her struggles gradually lessened, her little face flushed red, and she possessed an indescribable allure. I was stunned. She frowned again and softly said, "It hurts down there, I can't pee."

I was taken aback, then let her sit on my lap, spread her legs, and gently parted her labia with one hand while gently massaging her stomach with the other. A gush of water sprayed onto the floor, making an alluring sound. My daughter closed her eyes in embarrassment, at a loss for what to do. I laughed out loud. After she finished peeing, I carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed. I gently said to her, "You should rest well. We'll eat together later."

I spoiled my daughter rotten, finally bringing her complete peace of mind and body. From then on, she became my ideal daughter, always fulfilling my every whim. I finally experienced all sorts of pleasure from her; it was incredibly pleasurable. Her anus became my favorite; almost every time we made love, I would penetrate her anus, finding it as pleasurable as her vagina. My daughter became my complete sex slave, letting me do whatever I wanted.

Six months later, my daughter and I left the city, far away from my ex-wife, family, and relatives, embarking on a carefree life together. Later, we got married, but sadly, my daughter didn't bear me a son or a daughter. Perhaps this was God's punishment for us; who knows?

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I fucked my daughter's three beautiful holes in one night.

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