Bingbing and her father

My name is Bingbing, and I'm 18 years old. The reason I'm telling you about my relationship with my father is because my feelings for him are difficult to express in other ways. When I was little, every night I would ask my father to come to my bedside and talk to me, hold me, and let me fall asleep in his broad arms. He would also constantly touch my genitals, which felt so good. As I grew older, my father's affection for me gradually decreased, which disappointed me.

I understand why; it's because boys and girls are different. So sometimes when I touch my well-developed breasts while showering, I feel secretly angry, resenting them for growing up and preventing me from receiving my father's embrace anymore. When I was 12, one night when I went to the bathroom, I heard strange noises coming from my parents' bedroom. I sneaked to their door and peeked inside. My father was on top of my mother, moving his body rapidly back and forth. I could hear a "squelching" sound coming from my mother's genitals, and she was moaning incessantly, seemingly enjoying it. I was terrified and quickly went back to bed. I felt wet down there, and it felt sticky to the touch. From that time on, I often paid attention to my parents' bedroom at night. Several times, in the middle of the night, I heard panting sounds, so I quietly crept

to my parents' bedroom door to listen to the sounds inside. I always got incredibly excited listening to it, my breathing quickened. After each eavesdropping session, I couldn't resist stripping naked and lying on the bed, my hands slowly moving down from my breasts to my genitals. One hand gently rubbed my firm breasts, while the other played with my sticky vulva. As I did this, my breasts felt firmer, my nipples swelling and turning a lovely pink. I slowly probed my genitals with my fingers, feeling more viscous fluid flowing out. I excitedly continued playing with it, my fingers occasionally penetrating a little deeper.

However, because I was still a virgin, I stopped at the point just before reaching my hymen and played back and forth. Suddenly, I felt something about to flow out, and then streams of vaginal fluid gushed out. It flowed onto my fingers, thighs, and the sheets. Every year at this time, I especially wanted my dad to touch me, like he did with my mom. But I never had the chance. When I was 14, the opportunity finally came. It was shortly after the start of the school year, after the school sports meet. I ran home covered in sweat at noon and

immediately rushed to the bathroom. My mom wasn't home yet; only my dad was.

As I enjoyed the comfortable feeling in the warm water, I thought, "Why don't I let Dad touch me again today, even though I'm 14? Maybe he'll do what he did to me like he did to my mom."

I knew my father was watching TV in the living room. So I called out, "Dad, come quick! Wipe my back; it's so sweaty and uncomfortable!"

"Okay!" my father replied. The bathroom door suddenly opened—it was my father! He froze, clearly not expecting I was already a grown woman. I broke the awkward silence first, saying, "Dad, hurry up and wipe me!"

Dad picked up the towel and began wiping me. I could feel his hands trembling slightly, but he continued. When his hand landed on my bottom, his movements became very slow.

"Bingbing, you're becoming more and more like your mother!" Dad's voice carried a strange emotion.

Almost without thinking, I said, "Dad, did you used to wipe Mom's back like this? Then just treat me like Mom!"

I didn't even realize when Dad dropped the towel. He began slowly stroking my back and neck, one hand sliding down to my bottom.

When his fingers touched my vulva, I was incredibly excited! Why? I didn't know! I just felt so good from my father's fingers! His breathing became heavier then, and he cupped my breasts in his hands. I was nestled in his arms, and he gently rubbed them; my small nipples had hardened.

"My good daughter has grown into a beautiful woman!" my father's voice rang in my ears.

I murmured, almost dreamily, "I am Daddy's good daughter, Daddy's beautiful woman."

At fourteen, I was already somewhat confused about sex, but I knew I loved my father's touch.

My father placed me on the toilet seat, knelt in front of me, and took one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation from my nipple was like an electric current stimulating my tender body. He slowly kissed down to my crotch. My pubic area had just started to grow a few sparse hairs, which made me feel embarrassed, but at that moment I heard my father's dazed voice say, "Oh! It's exactly the same as your mother's!" "Dad, did Mom have this kind of hair too?" I asked him curiously.

"Yes, your mother had the same as you, only you had very little, she had a lot." As he spoke, my father lowered his head to kiss my pubic area.

I suddenly felt incredibly nervous, but I didn't refuse; I already knew about "oral sex" from my classmates.

My father's tongue slowly parted my labia, then he slipped the tip of his tongue into my vagina. My tender vagina became moist under his tongue's licking, and I felt

waves of heat flowing down. He carried me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, and continued to touch me. After a long period of exploration, my labia opened like flower petals, and nectar seeped out.

I couldn't take it! "I just want this moment to last forever, to let this pleasure continue for 100 years. But now I have another, even more intense urge; I desperately want his penis inside my pussy. He spread my legs apart; it was already wet. He used his hands to pry open my labia. Without hesitation, he positioned his penis, aimed it at my tender opening, and thrust it in. Although my vagina was already..." My vagina was damp and filled with sticky love juice, and I still felt a slight pain down there. He paused for a moment, then began to slowly thrust in and out. At first, I only felt a swelling and a slight tingling sensation in my lower body. But later, I only felt waves of pleasure, and I couldn't hold back anymore; waves of vaginal fluid flowed out, and Dad's thrusts seemed smoother than before. "Hmm. Much better. Can I go faster?" Dad asked gently.

I involuntarily said, "Dad, you can go faster, harder. I want you to move faster!" At this moment, Dad began to thrust rapidly. "

Ah. Hmm. Ah. Oh. Ah." I finally couldn't help but cry out. "Hmm, is it comfortable?" Dad asked softly.

"Hmm. Ah. I feel so good!" "My lower body felt a little sore and swollen, a feeling that was both uncomfortable and indescribably pleasurable. All I could hear was the 'slap slap slap' sound of my buttocks hitting a part of my father's body.

I felt him getting more and more vigorous, finally thrusting a few times with great force—those were the most pleasurable thrusts for me. I felt his penis swell and throb even more inside my vagina. I also felt a sense of relief I had never experienced before; 'relaxation' would be an understatement; 'pleasure' would be more accurate!

He hugged me tightly, and I hugged him tightly too, kissing him. He lay limp on top of me.

That was my first time with my father. After that, we had several short opportunities to be alone together. Each time, my father would seize the moment, quickly removing all my clothes and caressing and kissing my entire body." Then she made love to me passionately.

However, we didn't have many opportunities to be alone together, and each time was very short. We were also worried about my mother's unexpected appearance, so we couldn't enjoy our lovemaking without any worries.

Finally, the opportunity came. That evening at dinner, my mother suddenly said that some of her old friends had invited her to travel out of town for about a week, and she couldn't decide whether to go or not. I wanted to ask my dad and me for our opinions. This was incredibly exciting news for me; I was so happy I almost fainted, and I imagine my dad felt about the same way.

My dad and I started strongly urging my mom to go on the trip. My mom hesitated for a while, but finally made up her mind.

Then she asked me if I wanted to go. Of course, I didn't want to go, so I lied and said I wanted to stay home and study.

Mom didn't pressure me; instead, she praised me for being sensible and knowing how to study. In the end, Mom was still a little worried that Dad wouldn't

be able to take good care of my daily needs. Dad smiled, patted my head, and said to Mom with a double meaning, "Don't worry, go and have fun. I'll take good care of my daughter."

Dad drove Mom to the train station to meet her friends, while I stayed home, excitedly and anxiously waiting for Dad to come back.

For a whole week, I could be with Dad without any restrictions! What could be happier than this?! This was what I had been dreaming of for so many days.

Oh my god! Am I dreaming? Wait, why hasn't Dad come back yet? I was lost in thought, restless and pacing anxiously in my room.

Around noon, I finally heard familiar footsteps outside the door—Dad was home. I quickly welcomed him in and eagerly jumped into his arms. Before I could even speak, my mouth was sealed by a passionate kiss. We kissed sweetly for a long time before finally parting.

I asked in a sweet voice, "Dad, why were you gone for so long? I was so worried!"

"I wanted to come back quickly too, to pamper my little darling. But I got stuck in traffic, so I was late and made Bingbing wait."

"Mom said you should take good care of me, Dad, you promised, so don't go back on your word!" I pleaded with my dad.

“Of course Dad won’t go back on his word. I’ve already told the company. I have the week off, so I can spend every day with my Bingbing. Are you satisfied now?”

I kissed my dad and said happily, “Is it true, Dad? You’re so good.”

“Okay, now Dad will keep his promise and start ‘taking good care’ of you.”

Dad picked me up and walked towards his and Mom’s bedroom. I nestled obediently in Dad’s arms, feeling incredibly excited. This was because I had never made love on my parents’ big bed before, and today I could finally play on such a spacious bed.

Dad gently placed me on the bed and started taking off his clothes, but I didn’t know why. I had been eagerly anticipating this moment, but now that it was here, I was a little flustered, just blushing and staring blankly at my father.

Dad quickly took off his clothes, and seeing that I didn't move, he smiled and asked, "Bingbing, what's wrong? Still shy? I'm all undressed, it's your turn."

I then realized that Dad wanted me to undress myself, so I blushed and slowly began to take off my clothes.

Because Dad had always taken off my underwear before, and I had never taken my own clothes off in front of him, I was really embarrassed to do it myself today.

Dad sat on the edge of the bed, watching with great interest, occasionally picking up my underwear and smelling it.

Soon I was naked too. Seeing that Dad was still staring intently at my body, I shyly hid in his arms. Dad pressed my breasts, gently kneading them, and asked me, "What's wrong with you today, Bingbing? It's not like it's your first time with Dad, why are you so shy? Remember, this week, we must put all our anxieties and worries aside and fully immerse ourselves in the experience. That way, we can have fun and enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Understand?"

I blushed, blinked my big eyes, and nodded to Dad.

Dad took my fingers and gently pressed them against my pink nipples, saying, "Your breasts are so alluring; any man would drool over them. My dear daughter, your breasts seem to have gotten even bigger than before. Feel them yourself."

I touched them and felt that my breasts were indeed much fuller than before, and even softer and smoother. I think this is inseparable from the frequent rubbing and caressing by Dad and me! Suddenly, a question popped into my head, so I asked, "Dad, do you like my breasts more, or Mom's breasts more?"

This question seemed to put Dad in a difficult position. He scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Actually, I like both your breasts and Mom's breasts very much. You're still developing, so your breasts aren't as big as Mom's, and your nipples are smaller, but they're firmer. Besides that, I can't really tell which one I like more."

Dad played with my breasts for a while, then lowered his head and sucked on my nipple, gently licking it with the tip of his tongue from time to time. He also rubbed my thighs with his hands, finally pressing them against my vulva and fiddling with them. I leaned weakly against Dad's chest, moaning softly.

But Dad kept attacking my left breast, neglecting my right one. I complained, a little annoyed, "Dad, you're so biased!"

Dad didn't react immediately, asking in confusion, "How am I biased?"

"Of course you're biased! Otherwise, why would Dad always kiss the left one? Isn't my right breast fun?"

I protested, rubbing my right breast aroused.

Dad suddenly realized, laughing, "Bingbing, I love how you look right now. Okay! Dad admits his mistake and will correct it immediately."

After saying that, Dad started playing with my right breast again, while also vigorously rubbing my left.

I felt very comfortable and excited, twisting my body and reaching out to press Dad's head down, hoping he would use more force. Seeing that I was aroused, Dad inserted his fingers into my tender vagina, squeezing and rotating them inside. Under this intense stimulation, my juices flowed uncontrollably.

Seeing that I couldn't hold back any longer, Dad sat up, pushed me down onto the bed, pinned my thighs down, and thrust his rock-hard penis into my wet vagina, pumping wildly.

This storm of attacks overwhelmed my mind with waves of pleasure; I only wanted his large penis to penetrate deeper and harder into my vagina.

Dad thrust hundreds more times before finally ejaculating.

After this thrilling battle, we were both exhausted, simply smiling at each other. After a long while, I finally felt a bit more energetic. I lay on top of my dad, kissing him repeatedly, and said softly, "Daddy, you were so strong today! It felt so good, so comfortable. Let's start again, I want it again."

Dad stroked my buttocks and said with a smile, "Good daughter, you weren't bad today either. In bed, you're becoming more and more like your mom, like a little slut. But Daddy isn't ready yet, I have to wait a little longer."

"Why not now? I can't wait."

"Look at Daddy's dick, you've bullied it so much it can't even lift its head, how can I play with you?"

I looked and saw that Daddy's once majestic big dick had become limp and without any anger. I quickly grabbed Daddy's dick and kneaded it hard. My penis got a little harder, but it was still far from its best.

I was getting anxious, pouting as I looked at my dad and asked, "Dad, is there any way to make my penis grow bigger faster?"

"Of course there is! As long as my good daughter is willing to give Daddy oral sex, then Daddy's penis will grow bigger very quickly."

"Oral sex?" I asked doubtfully. I originally thought "oral sex" only meant a man licking a girl's vagina with his mouth and tongue.

"Oral sex is when you suck Daddy's penis with your mouth. You must have seen Mommy suck my penis, it's like that."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but blush, squeezing my penis hard and saying coquettishly, "Dad, you're so naughty!"

"Good daughter, just let Daddy have some fun, Daddy licks your little vagina all the time!" I shook my head, blushing.

Dad continued, "Come on, my good daughter. You know Mom loves licking dicks the most. Come on, give it a try, you'll definitely like it."

Seeing Dad's expectant eyes, I softened a little, so I leaned over, grasped his penis, and rubbed it a few times. I opened my mouth and took Dad's penis into my mouth.

Although Dad's penis wasn't erect yet, it still filled my mouth completely, making it hard for me to breathe.

I didn't know what to do next, so I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. I saw that he had his eyes tightly closed, his mouth open, moaning softly, his face full of ecstasy.

I remembered how Mom used to give Dad oral sex, so I tried to imitate him, using my mouth to stroke his penis up and down.

Sure enough, Dad's penis quickly grew thicker and harder in my mouth, almost bursting through my lips. The huge glans kept pressing against my throat, making me nearly suffocate.

As the large penis moved in and out of my mouth, I suddenly felt a strange urge and started stroking it even harder, naturally licking it with my tender tongue.

I became more and more excited as I sucked, and Dad kept groaning heavily, calling out incoherently, "Ah. Bingbing. You learn so fast. It feels so good, Dad. Faster. Yes! Like that. Use your tongue. Lick the glans hard. Ah."

By this time, Dad's penis had become very thick and hard. I tried my best, but my small mouth could only barely fit the glans and a small part of the penis.

Slowly, I figured out some of the tricks of oral sex, and my movements became much more skilled. I kept licking the glans like I was eating a lollipop, even mischievously biting it lightly with my teeth, which unexpectedly made Dad even more excited. Dad breathed heavily with excitement and pressed my head down so that his penis could be inserted deeper into my mouth.

"I never knew oral sex could be so exciting and fun. The feeling of my penis getting bigger and harder in my mouth is just wonderful. No wonder Mom loves licking Dad's penis so much,"

I thought to myself as I sucked on Dad's penis. I must admit, this one time alone had me completely captivated. I sucked harder and harder, licking his entire penis until it glistened and looked incredibly beautiful.

Suddenly, Dad patted my head, indicating that it was enough. Although I wasn't quite done, my vagina was already incredibly itchy, so I kissed the glans again before sitting up. I wiped my mouth, still wanting more, and Dad smiled sheepishly.

Dad laughed and pulled me into his arms, kneading my breasts. He said, "Bingbing, Daddy's cock tastes good, doesn't it? I told you you'd like it. The way you were sucking it just now was like a little slut."

"Who said I liked it?" I blushed and argued, "If Daddy hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have bothered sucking your dirty, smelly cock. I even hurt my teeth just now."

"Fine, since you hate Daddy's cock so much, then Daddy won't put it in your cunt."

I got angry when I heard that, punching Daddy and saying angrily, "Dad, you're so mean! You don't keep your word. Wait till Mom comes back and tells her you don't take good care of me, and you even bullied me!"

"Okay, Bingbing, stop fooling around. Daddy was just joking! You actually took it seriously. Lie down properly, let Daddy fuck your little cunt."

I really needed it then, so I immediately did as Daddy asked and lay down on my side. Daddy lifted one of my thighs, first rubbing my vulva with his hand, then thrusting his big cock hard into my cunt, thrusting quickly. This time Daddy was even more vigorous, fucking me continuously for almost an hour, changing positions several times, until he filled my cunt with hot, thick semen.

After this long period of pleasure, Daddy and I were both exhausted, and soon we both fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I found that night had fallen.

Daddy had gotten up sometime earlier. I lay lazily on the bed, reminiscing about the passionate battle with Daddy that afternoon, and couldn't help but get excited again.

Just then, Dad came in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I asked him where he'd been, and he chuckled, patting my bottom. "You've been playing all afternoon, you're all dirty," he said. "I've already filled the tub. Let's take a bath first, then eat, okay?"

I was excited, but also a little embarrassed, since I hadn't bathed with anyone in years.

I nodded shyly and said, "Okay."

Dad picked me up and smiled, "Bingbing, still blushing? It's not the first time. You know, when you were little, Dad used to bathe you all the time!"

We went to the bathroom, and Dad put me in the large tub before sitting down himself. The bathroom was steamy, and the water was hot; my face turned even redder.

Dad came over and said he wanted to wash me. I was a little uncomfortable, blushing and trying to avoid him, saying "no" repeatedly, but Dad still pulled me into his arms.

I struggled shyly, but Dad tickled my armpits, making me giggle incessantly, so I had to beg him to stop.

"Good girl, that's how you behave," Dad said with a smile, gently stroking my nose.

I nestled obediently in Dad's arms, letting his large hands wash away the sweat and traces left from our lovemaking.

Dad was very gentle and careful, scrubbing my soft skin, then applying shower gel evenly and meticulously to my neck, breasts, lower abdomen, and back, massaging it back and forth. I felt incredibly comfortable, and my nipples hardened again without me even realizing it.

Dad noticed I was aroused and began to play with my breasts. My breasts, coated in lotion, were even smoother, bouncing like eels in his large hands, which only increased his arousal. Finally, he pressed his face against my breasts, rubbing them back and forth. When he looked up, his face was covered in soapy liquid from my breasts, which made me chuckle.

Then Dad had me sit on the edge of the bathtub, spread my legs, and began washing my vulva.

He parted my labia, carefully wiping the tender flesh, occasionally licking it with his tongue.

His teasing aroused me, and my desire surged, my juices flowing freely. Finally, I stuck out my round bottom again, letting Dad lather my thighs, buttocks, and even my anus with shower gel. Then Dad picked up the showerhead and rinsed my body clean.

Finally finished, Dad sat in the water, carefully examining me after my bath. I felt a little embarrassed and quickly hid in the water.

"Bingbing, you're done washing. Now it's your turn to serve Dad."

"Dad, you're so mean! You're always teasing me!" Although I protested verbally, I secretly found it quite amusing. I went to Dad's side, picked up a bath towel, and began to wash his body.

My breasts swayed back and forth with my movements, occasionally brushing against Dad's body. Every time our skin touched, I felt a tingling, electric sensation throughout my body.

Finally, it was time to wash Dad's penis; it had become thick and strong again. I poured shower gel into my palm and then rubbed it against his penis. Soon, his penis became higher and harder, almost too big for my small hands to grasp.

Dad seemed to enjoy it, his large hands cupping and caressing my breasts from below, occasionally letting out soft, satisfied moans.

I carefully washed Dad's penis, not even missing the grime in the coronal sulcus. Next, I turned my attention to his scrotum, gently holding it and feeling the two testicles rotating in my palm. This direct stimulation excited Dad even more, and he unconsciously increased the pressure of kneading my breasts, causing me to moan incessantly.

Dad, panting heavily, suddenly stood up and made me turn around. I knew Dad wanted it again, so I obediently lay down on the edge of the bathtub, raising my round, pink buttocks, waiting for Dad to penetrate me. In fact, after the teasing just now, my desire had become burning fiercely.

Dad held my buttocks with one hand and grasped his penis with the other, aiming at my wet little pussy, and with a "plop," he thrust it in all the way.

Because his penis was covered in bath gel, it was particularly slippery, moving in and out of my pussy without any resistance.

My father's thrusts intensified, my petite body swaying violently, my breasts bobbing like IV drips beneath him.

I moaned incessantly, unable to resist reaching out to grab my breasts, desperately jerking my hips back to allow his large penis to penetrate even deeper.

Our movements grew faster and faster, our bodies writhing like springs. In the bathroom, my wanton moans and my father's deep breathing mingled, swirling in the misty air—a scene of utter debauchery. My father relentlessly violated me, seemingly trying to release all his passion into my vagina.

My back ached from standing, but my father showed no sign of stopping; I could only struggle to hold on.

Finally, Dad's long-suppressed passion erupted. He pressed himself tightly against my body, his hands gripping my breasts tightly, spraying his burning white desire into my body.

I collapsed weakly into Dad's arms, his semi-erect penis still inside me.

Dad kissed the sweat on his temples with boundless tenderness, gently massaging my still aroused body.

After a while, I felt Dad's penis harden again, but after the series of fierce battles, I was exhausted and hungry, unable to continue.

A little scared, I asked, "Dad, you were amazing today! Did you want more again? But I..."

Dad understood my unease and smiled, "Dad is really happy today, but I'm a little hungry now. Let's eat first, and then we can play!"

I blushed and nodded. We washed ourselves clean again. Leaving the bathroom, I glanced at the time and was shocked. Dad and I had been in the bathroom for almost two hours! We hadn't eaten anything for half a day, but Mom wasn't home, so we had to fend for ourselves.

After a flurry of activity, we finally cooked a few dishes. But after tasting them, Dad and I both frowned. Either one dish was missing salt, or another was burnt. We were so hungry that we wolfed down our food.

After dinner, I felt much more energetic. My dad and I sat naked in the living room, chatting and laughing.

He gently stroked my slightly swollen vulva, telling dirty jokes. This made my cheeks flush, and I giggled. My vagina started to heat up again, and I started leaking vaginal fluid.

My dad asked me, "Do you want to watch porn?"

I asked, puzzled, "What's porn?"

My dad laughed and said, "It's really good." He went into the bedroom, quickly brought back a videotape, inserted it into the VCR, and put it on.

After watching for a few minutes, I was already blushing and my ears were burning. So porn was just pornographic videotapes; I'd only ever heard of them before.

I was a little curious, but also a little embarrassed. However, at my father's urging, I reluctantly watched, my face flushed.

The film mainly depicted a midnight pervert who lurked in a building, waiting to rape single women.

The steamy sex scenes were an eye-opener for me, making me incredibly excited and breathless with tension.

My father, meanwhile, was explaining the film while caressing my breasts and even taking my hand to stroke his already erect penis.

Before I knew it, the film was over, but I was still immersed in those erotic and stimulating scenes.

My father turned off the VCR, stood in front of me, his erect penis waving in front of my eyes. I glanced at my father, then without hesitation, grabbed his penis and put it in my mouth. My father's penis swelled and throbbed in my mouth, which felt incredibly stimulating, and I licked it vigorously. But his penis was too big for my mouth; even with all my strength, I could only take in about a third of it. So I pulled it out of my mouth and licked it little by little from the outside, even the base. My father seemed very satisfied with my progress, enjoying my oral sex while occasionally brushing the hair that fell in front of my eyes. This way, he could clearly see my expression while I was giving him oral sex, and I imagine I looked extremely lewd. Thinking about this made me even more excited, and I became bolder and more unrestrained in teasing my father's penis, occasionally looking up shyly at his reaction, and even taking the time to stroke his buttocks.

My father, not to be outdone, reached out and kneaded my swollen breasts, rubbing my already erect nipples. His teasing ignited my lust. While licking his penis, I spread my legs, revealing my already overflowing vulva. I no longer cared about embarrassment, using my fingers to part my labia and forcefully thrusting inside my vagina. My father was also extremely aroused, his penis fully erect. He held my head down and began rapidly thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth, as if treating my mouth as a vagina. Each thrust almost reached my throat, and I could only passively let the thick penis slide rapidly in my mouth, feeling difficulty breathing.

The scene before me quickly reminded me of the pornographic film I'd just watched. Wasn't that the same pervert who raped a young girl? And my father looked remarkably similar.

Gradually, I felt as if I had become that violated girl in the film, being wantonly raped by the pervert.

It was so stimulating! I vigorously rubbed my breasts, moaning softly, experiencing the pleasure of being raped.

Dad hugged me and smiled, saying, "Bingbing, does Daddy's semen taste good?"

I rolled my eyes at him, feigning anger, and said, "Good? It tastes awful! Dad, you're so mean! You didn't even tell me beforehand; my tongue is burning!"

"Alright, Daddy knows he was wrong. But you don't know that a man's semen is a wonderful tonic for beauty. If you girls eat it often, your skin will become white and tender."

"You're just lying! I don't believe you!"

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. But it's true. You can ask Mom."

"You know perfectly well that I wouldn't dare ask Mom, so of course you won't know if you're lying to me."

"Alright, Bingbing, you're too good with words. Daddy can't argue with you. Let's keep playing!"

I grabbed Daddy's penis and playfully asked, "Daddy, how do you want to play with me?"

Daddy scratched his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. Good daughter, let Daddy put his penis in your little pussy first, and then we'll think about it together."

I thought that was a good idea, so I got up and faced Daddy, holding his penis with one hand, aiming it at my vaginal opening, and slowly sat down. Daddy's penis slid smoothly into my wet little pussy.

I hugged Daddy's neck and gently swayed my round buttocks, letting Daddy's penis rub against the sensitive vaginal walls, and the teasing lustful fluid kept seeping out along the vaginal opening.

I felt a surge of warmth within me, like the gentle ripples of spring, and my cheeks flushed red, my beautiful eyes welling up with tears. My father, supporting my slender waist, gazed at me silently, his dark eyes filled with boundless love and contentment.

Suddenly, I saw my father sighing and shaking his head, which puzzled me. I quickly asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Why are you sighing?" My father stroked my cheek and after a while said, "Nothing, Bingbing. I just suddenly realized that although we can still play together now, one day you will leave me and go to another man's arms. Thinking about this makes me a little sad. Bingbing, do you think I'm being a little selfish?"

I didn't immediately understand what my father meant, but hearing that my father and I were going to be separated made me very worried.

So I squeezed my father's penis tightly and hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear from my side at any moment. She said innocently, "Dad, don't worry, I will only love you, and I will stay with you for the rest of my life. I will only let you play by yourself and will not go anywhere else."

My father was deeply moved. He smiled and pinched my nose, saying, "Silly child, that's impossible. We're father and daughter after all. When you grow up, you'll still get married. At that time, as long as you haven't forgotten your father and come back to visit when you have time, I'll be content. My future son-in-law must have accumulated some good karma in his past life to be so lucky to marry such a beautiful daughter like me."

I then understood what my father meant. My face flushed with shyness, I nestled into his arms and said sweetly, "Dad..." "Dad, what are you saying? I don't want to get married, and if I do, I want to marry Dad."

Dad shook his head with a smile and said, "Wouldn't that make me commit bigamy? Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. But it's okay, at least before you get married, you still belong to Dad. I will take good care of you. Sit up quickly, let Dad fuck your little cunt again." I sat up as Dad instructed, and Dad held my buttocks, letting me slowly lie down on the sofa. During this time, Dad's penis remained inside my cunt.

Dad lowered his body and began to slowly thrust in and out. I opened my pretty eyes slightly, watching Dad rise and fall on top of me, coordinating my cunt with the in and out of his penis, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening, so that the wonderful feeling would be deeper and more intense.

This time, Dad's attack wasn't as fierce and relentless as before, but rather as gentle as a light drizzle. His large penis slid slowly inside my vagina, thrusting in and out, the hard glans gently kissing the tender walls of my vagina.

Dad's hands weren't idle either, constantly playing with my breasts. I was already burning with desire, gently swaying my body and letting out soft moans from my nose.

Dad suddenly stopped, telling me to sit up and let him stroke his penis. I obeyed his command, holding onto his shoulders and swaying my round hips, allowing his thick penis to move freely in and out of me. Dad cupped my face and kissed it tenderly. He kissed me from my forehead to my eyelids, then along my delicate nose, kissing my alluring cherry lips. Involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue, which my father immediately took into his mouth and sucked hard.

After a long while, he released my tongue, gently pinching my nipple, and said with a smile, "Bingbing, Daddy really loves you more and more now. Do you remember the first time we made love? You were still so embarrassed and shy. Look at you now, like a little slut."

"Daddy, stop talking! You don't even spare your own daughter, what kind of father are you? Making fun of me like this. If you say another word, I won't play with you anymore!" I protested shyly, but my lower body continued to move.

Daddy also pressed his hands against my buttocks, kneading my plump buttocks forcefully. He continued to tease me, saying, "Good daughter, isn't this more fun? Last time when we were having sex, you were worried that Daddy's big cock would hurt your tender little pussy. Are you still worried now? After playing with Daddy's pussy so many times, your cool, tender pussy is still so tight, it feels so good to grip my cock. Daddy doesn't want to pull out."

So I squeezed my pussy tighter and said lewdly, "Since Daddy likes my pussy so much, don't pull your big cock out. Let's stay like this forever, like conjoined twins, okay?"

Daddy happily thrust his penis into my pussy a few times and said humorously, "That would be good, but what about going to the toilet? We can't even go out."

“Then we can.” I couldn’t think of a good solution for a moment, so I could only whine, “Okay, Dad, you’ve made me dizzy, let’s not talk about this anymore.”

As I spoke, I kept wiggling my buttocks, and Dad’s penis went in and out of my peach blossom cave. But after all, I was young and weak, and soon I was covered in sweat. At the same time, I felt that this was not enough, so I whispered and begged, “Dad, I’m out of energy, you can do it to me instead!” “Bingbing, you can’t beg Dad like that. Be louder, be more lewd, be like a little slut, that way Dad will be more excited when he fucks you, and you will feel more pleasure.”

Dad said with a lewd smile. By this time, I was burning with lust, my mind only thinking about my father's big cock fucking my pussy hard. All girlish shyness had vanished. Without thinking, I cried out in a wanton voice, "Daddy, Bingbing's pussy is so itchy, so horny! Please, Daddy, use your big cock to fuck Bingbing's horny pussy hard, fuck your horny daughter to death! Good Daddy, is that alright?"

My father was somewhat surprised by my words, but then laughed and said, "Good Bingbing, Daddy hasn't spoiled you for nothing. Come on, let Daddy fuck your horny pussy properly." After saying that, my father got up, pinned me down, and began thrusting vigorously.

My vulva was already overflowing with juices, and my father's cock slid in and out of my pussy smoothly.

My father even pulled my hand over, pressed it against my clitoris, and kept kneading it.

My father's actions only fueled my desire. My body trembled violently as I roughly kneaded my breasts with my other hand, moaning lasciviously, "Mmm. Mmm. Good father, oh. Big cock. Father. I. So beautiful. Fuck me to death. Ah. Harder. Fuck my slutty little cunt until it's rotten. Oh. Faster. Xiaofang, I want it. Father, like in the TV just now. Rape me."

My father, aroused by my lust, became even more aroused. His body swayed rapidly like a wound-up spring, each thrust filled with all his might. His huge, red-hot penis rammed into my cunt without restraint, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.

Finally, on a whim, Dad picked me up and stood up, walking around the living room while fucking my pussy. I clung tightly to Dad's neck, while he supported my buttocks, tossing me up and down repeatedly. With my weight, each thrust caused my uterus to slam heavily against his hard glans, making my uterus numb. It felt so good.

This immense pleasure drove me crazy; I had already ejaculated several times in no time. At that moment, I felt like a small boat tossed about in a turbulent sea, repeatedly lifted by huge waves and then slammed down again. It was so exciting; my whole body was in a state of extreme excitement.

I pressed myself tightly against my father's body, letting out seductive moans as my body rose and fell. My full breasts pressed against his chest, sliding and rubbing against him. Every time my firm nipples touched his, I felt an electric current flow through his body, sending a jolt of intoxicating excitement through my body.

This way of making love was very stimulating, but also extremely exhausting. My father struggled for more than ten minutes before finally ejaculating inside me.

I leaned limply against my father's sweat-drenched chest, kissing his shoulder.

His penis was still inside me, trembling restlessly from time to time. Only when his penis stopped moving completely did Dad slowly put me down.

Dad was a little tired, so he sat down on the sofa to rest. I felt sorry for him seeing him covered in sweat, so I poured him a glass of water.

Dad was very happy, drinking the water while looking at me, and suddenly he laughed. I was a little confused, but when I looked down, my face turned red.

It turned out that my hair was disheveled and hanging over my chest, my breasts were still very swollen, and there was a lot of Dad's saliva on them. My vulva and inner thighs were covered with vaginal fluid, and a stream of milky white semen was slowly flowing from my swollen vagina. I felt that I looked so lewd, no wonder Dad laughed.

I quickly sat down next to my father, pouting, "Dad, you're still laughing! It's all your fault I'm like this. Do you think you look good? Look at your little brother, so proud just now, now it's limp, like a turtle hiding its head."

"Bingbing, I've spoiled you rotten. Can't even laugh? Watch me teach you a lesson later."

I defiantly thrust out my full breasts, saying provocatively, "Okay! Dad, I'd love to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve to teach me."

"Dad's the best at teaching you girls, there are still many tricks I haven't used yet. But you'll have to wait and see how powerful Dad is, unless, my good daughter, agrees." My father pointed mischievously at his limp penis.

Of course I understood Dad's intention, and I was eager to see what new tricks he had up his sleeve, so I immediately said, "Dad, that's no problem." Then I lifted Dad's limp penis, a few drops of semen still clinging to the glans. I played with it for a few moments, then swallowed it and began to suck.

Dad combed my long hair, occasionally stroking my smooth back. Soon, Dad's penis hardened again.

I took it out of my mouth and said with a smile, "Dad, is that okay?"

"Bingbing, you learn so quickly! You licked Dad so well, I almost ejaculated in your mouth again. Now it's Dad's turn."

Dad picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed. I spread my legs wantonly, kneading my swollen breasts, my face flushed, my red lips slightly parted, my beautiful eyes teasing my father with affection.

My father wasn't in a hurry to have sex with me. He stood by the bed, brewing the emotions of lovemaking, constantly rubbing his erect penis, admiring my wanton and seductive behavior.

I was completely in character at this point. Looking at my father's lustful eyes, I felt very proud. I coquettishly said, "Daddy, stop teasing Bingbing, hurry up and teach me with your big cock! Bingbing can't wait."

My father finally couldn't hold back anymore. He came over, hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, his face flushed, and thrust his huge penis hard into my wet vagina. On this long, sweltering summer night, another passionate lovemaking session between father and daughter began. My father and I continued our incestuous acts tirelessly, the pleasure of incest acting like a catalyst, igniting our surging lust. We seemed to have inexhaustible energy. I lost count of how many orgasms I experienced, only remembering my father repeatedly ejaculating his milky-white love juice into my vagina, onto my breasts, and into my mouth. That night was truly wonderful and fulfilling.

I had come to enjoy making love with my father; I couldn't control my physical desires for him. My father had created me and then fucked me. That feeling was so stimulating; just thinking about it made me incredibly excited and impulsive.

In recent years, I've learned a great deal about sex from the library and the internet. I began to deeply feel that making love with my father was the happiest and most wonderful experience, because the choice of a sexual partner is so important for a young woman.

Generally speaking, a girl's physical development matures around the age of 14, and her libido peaks around 17. Men, on the other hand, don't reach physical maturity until around 30, and their libido peaks around 40. There's an old Chinese saying, "Men live slowly at thirty, women turn back at eighteen," which vividly illustrates the different developmental characteristics of men and women.

Therefore, considering these differences, young women should choose men aged 35-45 as sexual partners. At the same time, men in this age group have usually been married for over ten years and have extensive sexual experience. And sexual experience isn't something that can be acquired through a few sexual encounters; it generally requires several years of accumulation.

This is of utmost importance for a young girl who has never had sexual experience. Only a man with ample sexual experience knows what a young girl needs and how to maximize her arousal.

In most cases, he can help her achieve sexual pleasure and satisfaction during her first sexual encounter, leaving her with a positive impression and aspirations for sex, laying a solid foundation for her future sex life. Otherwise, she may lose interest during her first sexual experience, easily leaving a negative impression and seriously affecting her future sex life. This is especially important for young girls, as unpleasant sexual experiences can sometimes impact their lifelong happiness.

Therefore, from any perspective, men around 40 years old are the most ideal sexual partners for young girls. The "risks" of having sex with outsiders are: first, the risk of pregnancy; second, the risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases; third, the inability to keep it a secret; and fourth, the lack of sexual pleasure. Worse still, without genuine affection and care, it often leads to estrangement and abandonment. Therefore, the father is the ideal choice: he won't easily impregnate his daughter, he knows he is healthy before having sex with her, he will absolutely keep it a secret, and his love for her is natural, unconditional, and eternal. More importantly, the father is a sexually experienced and fully mature man who can bring his daughter the most wonderful sexual experience.

Therefore, some say that a daughter is her father's lover from a past life, and I think there's a lot of truth to that.

I've been having secret sexual relations with my father since I was fourteen, and it's been four years now. I deeply feel that the relationship between us is so sweet and harmonious. During our pleasurable physical climaxes, we also feel a vibration in our souls—it's truly the most beautiful and blissful sex! Society and law prohibit father-daughter sex. I refute this from the bottom of my heart. Why can't a daughter have sex with her father? One of the main reasons for the prohibition is the claim that close blood ties increase the risk of birth defects. However, there is still insufficient scientific statistical evidence on this point. On the contrary, many birth defects in the world have nothing to do with blood relations.

There are many ancient legends of incestuous relationships, and their offspring have often prospered. Weren't our ancestors, Fuxi and Nuwa, siblings? The Western Bible contains many accounts of father-daughter sexual intercourse. One such account is of Nati, whose offspring with his two daughters are all normal, healthy, and have continued to reproduce for generations.

Perhaps one day, when humanity has a more complete and accurate understanding of its reproductive genetics, these man-made "incest taboos" will no longer be considered law.

Regardless, to me, my father is my lover, my brother, and my sexual partner.

During orgasm, I call out "Daddy" and "Husband" without any reservations; and my father calls me "Good Girl," "Love," and "Sweetheart."

My father bestows all the love a man can have on a woman upon me—how could I not feel happy!

Suddenly, I remembered the pervert in the film who ejaculated into the girl's mouth and forced her to swallow it. Would my father do the same? I had once secretly watched my father ejaculate in my mother's mouth, and she happily swallowed it. I've always found this kind of sex difficult to accept, but the current situation made me somewhat eager to try it.

Just as I was filled with inner conflict, I heard my father let out a low growl, and his penis trembled violently in my mouth, spraying out streams of hot, thick semen like bullets. Before I could react, much of the semen had already been swallowed, and I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.

My father didn't pull out his penis until the last drop was ejaculated, but it didn't soften; it remained erect.

I tasted the semen remaining in my mouth; it was sticky and had a strange taste, but it wasn't too bad, so I swallowed it all.

My name is Bingbing, and I'm 18 years old. The reason I'm telling you about my relationship with my father is because my feelings for him are difficult to express in other ways. When I was little, every night I would ask my father to come to my bedside and talk to me, hold me, and let me fall asleep in his broad arms. He would also constantly touch my genitals, which felt so good. As I grew older, my father's affection for me gradually decreased, which disappointed me.

I understand why; it's because boys and girls are different. So sometimes when I touch my well-developed breasts while showering, I feel secretly angry, resenting them for growing up and preventing me from receiving my father's embrace anymore. When I was 12, one night when I went to the bathroom, I heard strange noises coming from my parents' bedroom. I sneaked to their door and peeked in. My father was on top of my mother, moving his body rapidly back and forth. I could hear a "squelching" sound coming from my mother's genitals, and she was moaning incessantly, seemingly enjoying it. I was terrified and quickly went back to bed. I felt wet down there, and it was sticky to the touch. From that time on, I often paid attention to what was happening in my parents' bedroom at night. Several times, in the middle of the night, I heard panting sounds and quietly listened...

I sneaked to my parents' bedroom door and listened to the sounds inside. Listening always made me incredibly excited, my breathing rapid. After each eavesdropping session, I couldn't resist stripping naked and lying on the bed, my hands slowly moving down from my breasts to my genitals. One hand gently kneaded my firm breasts, while the other played with my sticky vulva. As I did this, my breasts felt increasingly firm, my nipples swelling and turning a lovely pink. I slowly probed my genitals with my fingers, feeling more viscous fluid flowing out. I excitedly continued to play with them, occasionally inserting my fingers a little deeper.

However, because I was still a virgin, I stopped at the point almost touching my hymen and played back and forth. Suddenly, I felt something flowing out, followed by gushes of vaginal fluid. It was all over my fingers, thighs, and the sheets. Every time this happened, I especially wanted my dad to touch me, like he did with my mom. But I never had the chance. When I was 14, the opportunity finally came. It was shortly after the start of the school year, after the school sports meet. I ran home covered in sweat at noon and

immediately to the bathroom. My mom wasn't home yet; only my dad was.

As I enjoyed the comfortable feeling in the warm water, I thought, "Why don't I let Dad touch me again today, even though I'm 14? Maybe he'll do what he did to me like he did to my mom."

I knew my dad was watching TV in the living room. So I called out, "Dad, come quick! Wipe my back; it's so sweaty and uncomfortable!"

"Okay!" my dad replied. The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and there was my father! He was immediately stunned; he clearly hadn't realized I was already a grown woman. I broke the awkward silence first, saying, "Dad, hurry up and dry me!"

Dad picked up a towel and began to dry me. I could feel his hands trembling slightly, but he continued. When his hand landed on my bottom, his movements became very slow.

"Bingbing, you're becoming more and more like your mother!" My father's voice carried a strange emotion.

Almost without thinking, I said, "Dad, did you used to wash Mom's back like this? Then just treat me like Mom!"

I didn't even realize when Dad dropped the towel. He began to slowly caress my back and neck with his hands, one hand sliding down to my buttocks.

When his fingers touched my vulva, I was incredibly excited! Why was that? I didn't know! I just felt that my father's fingers felt very comfortable! At this moment, my father's breathing became a little heavy, and he had already grasped my breasts with his hands. I was leaning against my father's chest, and he gently kneaded my breasts, my small nipples already hard.

"My good daughter has grown into a beautiful woman!" My father's voice rang in my ears.

I said somewhat dreamily, "I am Daddy's good daughter, Daddy's beautiful woman."

At fourteen, I was already somewhat confused about sex, but I knew I liked my father's caresses like this.

My father placed me on the toilet seat, knelt in front of me, and took one of my nipples into his mouth. The sensation from my nipple was like an electric current stimulating my tender body. He slowly kissed down to my crotch. My pubic area had just started to grow a few sparse hairs, which made me feel embarrassed, but at that moment I heard my father's dazed voice say, "Oh! It's exactly the same as your mother's!" "Dad, did Mom have this kind of hair too?" I asked him curiously.

"Yes, your mother had the same as you, only you had very little, she had a lot." As he spoke, my father lowered his head to kiss my pubic area.

I suddenly felt incredibly nervous, but I didn't refuse; I already knew about "oral sex" from my classmates.

My father's tongue slowly parted my labia, then he slipped the tip of his tongue into my vagina. My tender vagina became moist under his tongue's licking, and I felt

waves of heat flowing down. He carried me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, and continued to touch me. After a long period of exploration, my labia opened like flower petals, and nectar seeped out.

I couldn't take it! "I just want this moment to last forever, to let this pleasure continue for 100 years. But now I have another, even more intense urge; I desperately want his penis inside my pussy. He spread my legs apart; it was already wet. He used his hands to pry open my labia. Without hesitation, he positioned his penis, aimed it at my tender opening, and thrust it in. Although my vagina was already..." My vagina was damp and filled with sticky love juice, and I still felt a slight pain down there. He paused for a moment, then began to slowly thrust in and out. At first, I only felt a swelling and a slight tingling sensation in my lower body. But later, I only felt waves of pleasure, and I couldn't hold back anymore; waves of vaginal fluid flowed out, and Dad's thrusts seemed smoother than before. "Hmm. Much better. Can I go faster?" Dad asked gently.

I involuntarily said, "Dad, you can go faster, harder. I want you to move faster!" At this moment, Dad began to thrust rapidly. "

Ah. Hmm. Ah. Oh. Ah." I finally couldn't help but cry out. "Hmm, is it comfortable?" Dad asked softly.

"Hmm. Ah. I feel so good!" "My lower body felt a little sore and swollen, a feeling that was both uncomfortable and indescribably pleasurable. All I could hear was the 'slap slap slap' sound of my buttocks hitting a part of my father's body.

I felt him getting stronger and stronger, finally thrusting a few times with great force—those were the most pleasurable thrusts for me. I felt his penis swell and throb even more inside my vagina. I also felt a sense of relief I'd never experienced before; 'relaxation' would be an understatement, but 'pleasure' was an understatement!

He thrust harder ..." He held me tightly, and I held him back just as tightly, kissing him passionately. He lay limp on top of me.

That was my first time with my father. After that, we had several brief opportunities to be alone together. Each time, my father would seize the moment, quickly removing all my clothes, caressing and kissing my entire body, and then passionately making love to me.

However, our opportunities to be alone together were few and far between, and each time was extremely short, plus I was always worried... My mother's unexpected arrival meant we couldn't enjoy our time together without worry. But

the opportunity finally arrived. That evening at dinner, my mother suddenly said that some of her old friends had invited her on a trip out of town for about a week, and she was undecided, wanting to ask my father and me for our opinions. This was incredible news for me; I was so happy I almost fainted, and I imagine my father felt about the same.

My father and I began to enthusiastically encourage my mother... Mom went on a trip. She hesitated for a while before finally making up her mind.

She asked me if I wanted to go. Of course, I didn't want to go, so I lied and said I wanted to stay home and study.

Mom didn't force me; instead, she praised me for being sensible and knowing how to study. Finally, Mom was still a little worried that Dad wouldn't be able to take good care of me.

Dad smiled, patted my head, and said to Mom with a double meaning, "Don't worry, go and have fun. I'll take good care of my daughter." "

Dad drove Mom to the train station to meet her friend, while I stayed home, excitedly and anxiously waiting for Dad to come home.

For a whole week, I could be with Dad without any worries! What could make me happier than this?! This was what I'd been dreaming of for days.

Oh my god! Am I dreaming? Wait, why hasn't Dad come back yet? My mind raced, I paced restlessly in my room.

Around noon, I finally heard familiar footsteps outside the door—Dad was home! I quickly welcomed him in and eagerly jumped into his arms." I had just opened my mouth, before I could even say anything, when my father silenced me with a passionate kiss. We kissed for a long time before finally separating.

I asked in a sweet voice, "Dad, why were you gone for so long? I was so worried!"

“I wanted to come back quickly so I could pamper my little darling. But I got stuck in traffic, so I'm late and made Bingbing wait.”

“Mom said you should take good care of me, Dad, you promised yourself, so you can’t go back on your word!” I said sweetly to my dad.

“Of course Dad won’t go back on his word. I’ve already told the company. I have a week off this week, so I can spend every day with my Bingbing. Is that okay?”

I kissed my dad and said happily, “Is that true, Dad? You’re so good.”

“Okay, now Dad will keep his promise and start ‘taking good care’ of you.”

Dad picked me up and walked towards his and Mom’s bedroom. I nestled obediently in my father's arms, my heart pounding with excitement. I had never made love on my parents' big bed before, and today I could finally play on such a spacious bed.

My father gently placed me on the bed and began to undress. I was at a loss. I had been eagerly anticipating this moment, but now that it was here, I felt flustered, just blushing and staring blankly at my father.

My father quickly undressed himself, and seeing that I hadn't moved, he smiled and asked, "Bingbing, what's wrong? Still shy? I'm all undressed, it's your turn."

I then realized that my father wanted me to undress myself, and blushing, I slowly began to remove my clothes.

Because Dad had always taken off my clothes first, and I'd never taken them off in front of him before, I felt a little shy about doing it myself today.

Dad sat on the edge of the bed, watching with great interest, occasionally picking up my underwear and smelling it.

Soon I was naked too, and seeing Dad still staring at my body, I shyly hid in his arms. Dad pressed my breasts, gently kneading them, and asked, "What's wrong with you today, Bingbing? It's not like it's your first time with Dad, why are you so shy? Remember, this week, we must put all our anxieties and worries aside and fully immerse ourselves in the experience. That way, we can have fun and enjoy ourselves. Understand?"

I blushed, blinked my big eyes, and nodded to Dad.

Dad took my fingers and gently pressed them against my pink nipples, saying, "Your breasts are so alluring; any man would drool over them. My dear daughter, your breasts seem to have gotten even bigger than before. Feel them yourself."

I touched them and felt that my breasts were indeed much fuller than before, and even softer and smoother. I think this is inseparable from the frequent rubbing and caressing by Dad and me! Suddenly, a question popped into my head, so I asked, "Dad, do you like my breasts more, or Mom's breasts more?"

This question seemed to put Dad in a difficult position. He scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Actually, I like both your breasts and Mom's breasts very much. You're still developing, so your breasts aren't as big as Mom's, and your nipples are smaller, but they're firmer. Besides that, I can't really tell which one I like more."

Dad played with my breasts for a while, then lowered his head and sucked on my nipple, gently licking it with the tip of his tongue from time to time. He also rubbed my thighs with his hands, finally pressing them against my vulva and fiddling with them. I leaned weakly against Dad's chest, moaning softly.

But Dad kept attacking my left breast, neglecting my right one. I complained, a little annoyed, "Dad, you're so biased!"

Dad didn't react immediately, asking in confusion, "How am I biased?"

"Of course you're biased! Otherwise, why would Dad always kiss the left one? Isn't my right breast fun?"

I protested, rubbing my right breast aroused.

Dad suddenly realized, laughing, "Bingbing, I love how you look right now. Okay! Dad admits his mistake and will correct it immediately."

After saying that, Dad started playing with my right breast again, while also vigorously rubbing my left.

I felt very comfortable and excited, twisting my body and reaching out to press Dad's head down, hoping he would use more force. Seeing that I was aroused, Dad inserted his fingers into my tender vagina, squeezing and rotating them inside. Under this intense stimulation, my juices flowed uncontrollably.

Seeing that I couldn't hold back any longer, Dad sat up, pushed me down onto the bed, pinned my thighs down, and thrust his rock-hard penis into my wet vagina, pumping wildly.

This storm of attacks overwhelmed my mind with waves of pleasure; I only wanted his large penis to penetrate deeper and harder into my vagina.

Dad thrust hundreds more times before finally ejaculating.

After this thrilling battle, we were both exhausted, simply smiling at each other. After a long while, I finally felt a bit more energetic. I lay on top of my dad, kissing him repeatedly, and said softly, "Daddy, you were so strong today! It felt so good, so comfortable. Let's start again, I want it again."

Dad stroked my buttocks and said with a smile, "Good daughter, you weren't bad today either. In bed, you're becoming more and more like your mom, like a little slut. But Daddy isn't ready yet, I have to wait a little longer."

"Why not now? I can't wait."

"Look at Daddy's dick, you've bullied it so much it can't even lift its head, how can I play with you?"

I looked and saw that Daddy's once majestic big dick had become limp and without any anger. I quickly grabbed Daddy's dick and kneaded it hard. My penis got a little harder, but it was still far from its best.

I was getting anxious, pouting as I looked at my dad and asked, "Dad, is there any way to make my penis grow bigger faster?"

"Of course there is! As long as my good daughter is willing to give Daddy oral sex, then Daddy's penis will grow bigger very quickly."

"Oral sex?" I asked doubtfully. I originally thought "oral sex" only meant a man licking a girl's vagina with his mouth and tongue.

"Oral sex is when you suck Daddy's penis with your mouth. You must have seen Mommy suck my penis, it's like that."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but blush, squeezing my penis hard and saying coquettishly, "Dad, you're so naughty!"

"Good daughter, just let Daddy have some fun, Daddy licks your little vagina all the time!" I shook my head, blushing.

Dad continued, "Come on, my good daughter. You know Mom loves licking dicks the most. Come on, try it, you'll definitely like it."

Seeing the expectant look in Dad's eyes, I softened a little, so I leaned over, grasped his penis, and rubbed it a few times. I opened my mouth and took Dad's penis into my mouth.

Although Dad's penis wasn't erect yet, it still filled my mouth completely, making it hard for me to breathe.

I didn't know what to do next, so I opened my eyes and looked at Dad. I saw that he had his eyes tightly closed, his mouth open, moaning softly, his face full of ecstasy.

I remembered how Mom performed oral sex on Dad, so I imitated her, using my mouth to stroke Dad's penis up and down.

Sure enough, Dad's penis quickly grew thicker and harder in my mouth, almost bursting. The huge glans kept pressing against my throat, making me nearly suffocate.

As the large penis moved in and out of my mouth, I suddenly felt a strange urge and began to stroke it even harder, naturally licking it with my tender tongue.

I became more and more excited as I sucked, and Dad kept letting out heavy groans, calling out somewhat incoherently: "Ah. Bingbing. You learn so quickly. It feels so good, Dad. Faster. Yes! Like that. With your tongue. Lick the glans hard. Ah."

By this time, Dad's penis had become extremely thick and hard. I tried my best, but my small mouth could only barely fit the glans and a small part of the penis.

Gradually, I figured out the knack of oral sex, and my movements became much more skilled. I licked his glans incessantly, like eating a lollipop, even mischievously biting it lightly with my teeth, which only excited Dad more. Dad breathed heavily with excitement and held my head down so that his penis could penetrate deeper into my mouth.

"So this is what oral sex is like. His penis keeps getting bigger and harder in my mouth, it feels so wonderful. No wonder Mom likes to lick Dad's penis so much,"

I thought as I sucked on Dad's penis. I must admit, this one time alone had captivated me. I sucked harder and harder, and his entire penis became shiny and beautiful from my licking.

Dad suddenly patted my head, indicating that it was time. Although I wasn't quite done yet, my pussy was starting to itch unbearably, so I kissed the glans again before sitting up. I wiped my mouth, still wanting more, and my dad smiled sheepishly.

Dad laughed and pulled me into his arms, kneading my breasts. He said, "Bingbing, Daddy's cock tastes good, doesn't it? I told you you'd like it. The way you were sucking it just now was like a little slut."

"Who said I liked it?" I blushed and argued, "If Daddy hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have bothered sucking your dirty, smelly cock. I even hurt my teeth just now."

"Fine, since you hate Daddy's cock so much, then Daddy won't put it in your cunt."

I got angry when I heard that, punching Daddy and saying angrily, "Dad, you're so mean! You don't keep your word. Wait till Mom comes back and tells her you don't take good care of me, and you even bullied me!"

"Okay, Bingbing, stop fooling around. Daddy was just joking! You actually took it seriously. Lie down properly, let Daddy fuck your little cunt."

I really needed it then, so I immediately did as Daddy asked and lay down on my side. Daddy lifted one of my thighs, first rubbing my vulva with his hand, then thrusting his big cock hard into my cunt, thrusting quickly. This time Daddy was even more vigorous, fucking me continuously for almost an hour, changing positions several times, until he filled my cunt with hot, thick semen.

After this long period of pleasure, Daddy and I were both exhausted, and soon we both fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I found that night had fallen.

Daddy had gotten up sometime earlier. I lay lazily on the bed, reminiscing about the passionate battle with Daddy that afternoon, and couldn't help but get excited again.

Just then, Dad came in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I asked him where he'd been, and he chuckled, patting my bottom. "You've been playing all afternoon, you're all dirty," he said. "I've already filled the tub. Let's take a bath first, then eat, okay?"

I was excited, but also a little embarrassed, since I hadn't bathed with anyone in years.

I nodded shyly and said, "Okay."

Dad picked me up and smiled, "Bingbing, still blushing? It's not the first time. You know, when you were little, Dad used to bathe you all the time!"

We went to the bathroom, and Dad put me in the large tub before sitting down himself. The bathroom was steamy, and the water was hot; my face turned even redder.

Dad came over and said he wanted to wash me. I was a little uncomfortable, blushing and trying to avoid him, saying "no" repeatedly, but Dad still pulled me into his arms.

I struggled shyly, but Dad tickled my armpits, making me giggle incessantly, so I had to beg him to stop.

"Good girl, that's how you behave," Dad said with a smile, gently stroking my nose.

I nestled obediently in Dad's arms, letting his large hands wash away the sweat and traces left from our lovemaking.

Dad was very gentle and careful, scrubbing my soft skin, then applying shower gel evenly and meticulously to my neck, breasts, lower abdomen, and back, massaging it back and forth. I felt incredibly comfortable, and my nipples hardened again without me even realizing it.

Dad noticed I was aroused and began to play with my breasts. My breasts, coated in lotion, were even smoother, bouncing like eels in his large hands, which only increased his arousal. Finally, he pressed his face against my breasts, rubbing them back and forth. When he looked up, his face was covered in soapy liquid from my breasts, which made me chuckle.

Then Dad had me sit on the edge of the bathtub, spread my legs, and began washing my vulva.

He parted my labia, carefully wiping the tender flesh, occasionally licking it with his tongue.

His teasing aroused me, and my desire surged, my juices flowing freely. Finally, I stuck out my round bottom again, letting Dad lather my thighs, buttocks, and even my anus with shower gel. Then Dad picked up the showerhead and rinsed my body clean.

Finally finished, Dad sat in the water, carefully examining me after my bath. I felt a little embarrassed and quickly hid in the water.

"Bingbing, you're done washing. Now it's your turn to serve Dad."

"Dad, you're so mean! You're always teasing me!" Although I protested verbally, I secretly found it quite amusing. I went to Dad's side, picked up a bath towel, and began to wash his body.

My breasts swayed back and forth with my movements, occasionally brushing against Dad's body. Every time our skin touched, I felt a tingling, electric sensation throughout my body.

Finally, it was time to wash Dad's penis; it had become thick and strong again. I poured shower gel into my palm and then rubbed it against his penis. Soon, his penis became higher and harder, almost too big for my small hands to grasp.

Dad seemed to enjoy it, his large hands cupping and caressing my breasts from below, occasionally letting out soft, satisfied moans.

I carefully washed Dad's penis, not even missing the grime in the coronal sulcus. Next, I turned my attention to his scrotum, gently holding it and feeling the two testicles rotating in my palm. This direct stimulation excited Dad even more, and he unconsciously increased the pressure of kneading my breasts, causing me to moan incessantly.

Dad, panting heavily, suddenly stood up and made me turn around. I knew Dad wanted it again, so I obediently lay down on the edge of the bathtub, raising my round, pink buttocks, waiting for Dad to penetrate me. In fact, after the teasing just now, my desire had become burning fiercely.

Dad held my buttocks with one hand and grasped his penis with the other, aiming at my wet little pussy, and with a "plop," he thrust it in all the way.

Because his penis was covered in bath gel, it was particularly slippery, moving in and out of my pussy without any resistance.

My father's thrusts intensified, my petite body swaying violently, my breasts bobbing like IV drips beneath him.

I moaned incessantly, unable to resist reaching out to grab my breasts, desperately jerking my hips back to allow his large penis to penetrate even deeper.

Our movements grew faster and faster, our bodies writhing like springs. In the bathroom, my wanton moans and my father's deep breathing mingled, swirling in the misty air—a scene of utter debauchery. My father relentlessly violated me, seemingly trying to release all his passion into my vagina.

My back ached from standing, but my father showed no sign of stopping; I could only struggle to hold on.

Finally, my father's long-suppressed passion erupted. He pressed himself tightly against my body, his hands gripping my breasts tightly, and ejaculated his burning, white desire into my body.

I collapsed weakly into my father's arms, his semi-erect penis still inside me.

My father kissed the sweat on my temples with boundless tenderness, gently massaging my still aroused body.

After a while, I felt Dad's penis harden again. After several fierce battles, I was exhausted and hungry, unable to continue.

A little scared, I asked, "Dad, you were so amazing today. Do you want more? But I..."

Dad understood my unease and smiled, "Dad was really happy today, but I'm a little hungry now. Let's eat first, and play again afterwards!"

I blushed and nodded. We washed ourselves clean again. Leaving the bathroom, I glanced at the time and was shocked. Dad and I had been in the bathroom for almost two hours! We hadn't eaten for half a day, but Mom wasn't home, so we had to fend for ourselves.

After a flurry of activity, we finally cooked a few dishes. But after tasting it, both Dad and I frowned. It turned out that either one dish was under-salted or another was burnt. But we were extremely hungry, so we wolfed it down.

After dinner, I felt much more energetic. Dad and I sat naked in the living room, chatting and laughing.

Dad gently stroked my slightly swollen vulva, telling some lewd jokes. This made my cheeks flush, and I giggled sweetly. My vulva started to feel hot again, and I began to leak vaginal fluid.

Dad asked me, "Do you want to watch porn?"

I asked疑惑地问, "What's porn?"

Dad smiled and said, "It's very good." He went into the bedroom, quickly brought back a videotape, inserted it into the VCR, and put it on.

I watched for a few minutes and my face was already burning with embarrassment. So this was what pornography was—I'd only ever heard of it before.

I was curious, but also a little embarrassed. However, at my father's urging, I reluctantly continued watching, my face flushed.

The film mainly depicted a midnight pervert who lurked in a building, waiting to rape single women.

The steamy sex scenes were an eye-opener for me, making me incredibly excited and breathless with tension.

My father, meanwhile, was explaining things while caressing my breasts and even taking my hand to stroke his already erect penis.

Before I knew it, the film was over, but I was still immersed in those erotic and stimulating scenes.

Dad turned off the video camera and stood in front of me, his erect penis dangling in front of my eyes. I glanced at him, then without hesitation, grasped his penis and put it in my mouth. His penis swelled and swelled in my mouth, which felt incredibly stimulating, and I licked it vigorously. But his penis was too big for my mouth; even with all my strength, I could only take in about a third of it. So I pulled it out of my mouth and licked it little by little from the outside, even the base. Dad seemed very satisfied with my progress, enjoying my oral sex while occasionally brushing the hair that fell in front of my eyes. This way, he could clearly see my expression while I was giving him oral sex; I imagine I looked extremely lewd at that moment. Thinking about all this aroused a strange excitement within me. I became increasingly bold and unrestrained in teasing my father's penis, occasionally glancing shyly at his reaction, and even taking the time to caress his buttocks.

My father, not to be outdone, reached out and kneaded my swollen breasts, rubbing my already erect nipples. My father's teasing fueled my lust. While licking my father's penis, I spread my legs, revealing my already overflowing vulva. I no longer cared about being embarrassed, using my fingers to part my labia and forcefully poking inside my vagina. My father was also extremely excited, his penis fully erect. He held my head down and began rapidly thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth, seemingly treating my mouth as a vagina. Each thrust of his penis nearly reached my throat, leaving me helpless as the thick shaft slid rapidly through my mouth, making it difficult to breathe.

The scene before me quickly reminded me of the pornographic film I'd just watched; the pervert in the film had raped a young girl in just this way. And my father's appearance wasn't much different from that pervert's.

Gradually, I felt as if I had become that violated girl in the film, being wantonly raped by the pervert.

It was so stimulating! I vigorously rubbed my breasts, moaning softly, experiencing the pleasure of being raped.

Dad hugged me and smiled, saying, "Bingbing, does Daddy's semen taste good?"

I rolled my eyes at him, feigning anger, and said, "Good? It tastes awful! Dad, you're so mean! You didn't even tell me beforehand; my tongue is burning!"

"Alright, Daddy knows he was wrong. But you don't know that a man's semen is a wonderful tonic for beauty. If you girls eat it often, your skin will become white and tender."

"You're just lying! I don't believe you!"

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. But it's true. You can ask Mom."

"You know perfectly well that I wouldn't dare ask Mom, so of course you won't know if you're lying to me."

"Alright, Bingbing, you're too good with words. Daddy can't argue with you. Let's keep playing!"

I grabbed Daddy's penis and playfully asked, "Daddy, how do you want to play with me?"

Daddy scratched his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. Good daughter, let Daddy put his penis in your little pussy first, and then we'll think about it together."

I thought that was a good idea, so I got up and faced Daddy, holding his penis with one hand, aiming it at my vaginal opening, and slowly sat down. Daddy's penis slid smoothly into my wet little pussy.

I hugged Daddy's neck and gently swayed my round buttocks, letting Daddy's penis rub against the sensitive vaginal walls, and the teasing lustful fluid kept seeping out along the vaginal opening.

I felt a surge of warmth within me, like the gentle ripples of spring, and my cheeks flushed red, my beautiful eyes welling up with tears. My father, supporting my slender waist, gazed at me silently, his dark eyes filled with boundless love and contentment.

Suddenly, I saw my father sighing and shaking his head, which puzzled me. I quickly asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Why are you sighing?" My father stroked my cheek and after a while said, "Nothing, Bingbing. I just suddenly realized that although we can still play together now, one day you will leave me and go to another man's arms. Thinking about this makes me a little sad. Bingbing, do you think I'm being a little selfish?"

I didn't immediately understand what my father meant, but hearing that my father and I were going to be separated made me very worried.

So I squeezed my father's penis tightly and hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear from my side at any moment. I innocently said, "Dad, don't worry, I'll only love you, one man. I want to stay with you for life, and I'll only let you play by yourself, I won't go anywhere."

My father was deeply moved. He smiled and pinched my nose, saying, "Silly child, that's impossible. We're father and daughter after all. When you grow up, you'll still get married. At that time, as long as you haven't forgotten your father and come back to visit when you have time, I'll be content. I don't know what good deeds my future son-in-law accumulated in his past life, he's truly blessed to marry such a beautiful daughter like me."

Only then did I understand... My daughter, her face flushed with shyness, nestled in my father's arms and said coquettishly, "Daddy, what are you saying? I don't want to get married, I want to marry Daddy."

My father shook his head with a smile and said, "Wouldn't that be bigamy? Okay, let's not talk about that. But it's okay, at least until you get married, you still belong to Daddy. I will take good care of you. Sit up quickly, let Daddy fuck your little cunt again." I sat up as my father instructed, and he held my buttocks, letting me slowly lie down on the sofa. During this time, my father's penis remained inside my cunt.

My father lowered his body and began to slowly thrust in and out. I squinted my pretty eyes and watched my father rise and fall on top of me, my vagina contracting and relaxing in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis, trying to make the wonderful feeling deeper and more intense.

This time, Dad's attack wasn't as fierce and relentless as before, but rather as gentle as a light drizzle. His large penis slid slowly inside my vagina, thrusting in and out, the hard glans gently kissing the tender walls of my vagina.

Dad's hands weren't idle either, constantly playing with my breasts. I was already burning with desire, gently swaying my body and letting out soft moans from my nose.

Dad suddenly stopped, telling me to sit up and let him stroke his penis. I obeyed his command, holding onto his shoulders and swaying my round hips, allowing his thick penis to move freely in and out of me. Dad cupped my face and kissed it tenderly. He kissed me from my forehead to my eyelids, then along my delicate nose, kissing my alluring cherry lips. Involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue, which my father immediately took into his mouth and sucked hard.

After a long while, he released my tongue, gently pinching my nipple, and said with a smile, "Bingbing, Daddy really loves you more and more now. Do you remember the first time we made love? You were still so embarrassed and shy. Look at you now, like a little slut."

"Daddy, stop talking! You don't even spare your own daughter, what kind of father are you? Making fun of me like this. If you say another word, I won't play with you anymore!" I protested shyly, but my lower body continued to move.

Daddy also pressed his hands against my buttocks, kneading my plump buttocks forcefully. He continued to tease me, saying, "Good daughter, isn't this more fun? Last time when we were having sex, you were worried that Daddy's big cock would hurt your tender little pussy. Are you still worried now? After playing with Daddy's pussy so many times, your cool, tender pussy is still so tight, it feels so good to grip my cock. Daddy doesn't want to pull out."

So I squeezed my pussy tighter and said lewdly, "Since Daddy likes my pussy so much, don't pull your big cock out. Let's stay like this forever, like conjoined twins, okay?"

Daddy happily thrust his penis into my pussy a few times and said humorously, "That would be good, but what about going to the toilet? We can't even go out."

“Then we can.” I couldn’t think of a good solution for a moment, so I could only whine, “Okay, Dad, you’ve made me dizzy, let’s not talk about this anymore.”

As I spoke, I kept wiggling my buttocks, and Dad’s penis went in and out of my peach blossom cave. But after all, I was young and weak, and soon I was covered in sweat. At the same time, I felt that this was not enough, so I whispered and begged, “Dad, I’m out of energy, you can do it to me instead!” “Bingbing, you can’t beg Dad like that. Be louder, be more lewd, be like a little slut, that way Dad will be more excited when he fucks you, and you will feel more pleasure.”

Dad said with a lewd smile. By this time, I was burning with lust, my mind only thinking about my father's big cock fucking my pussy hard. All girlish shyness had vanished. Without thinking, I cried out in a wanton voice, "Daddy, Bingbing's pussy is so itchy, so horny! Please, Daddy, use your big cock to fuck Bingbing's horny pussy hard, fuck your horny daughter to death! Good Daddy, is that alright?"

My father was somewhat surprised by my words, but then laughed and said, "Good Bingbing, Daddy hasn't spoiled you for nothing. Come on, let Daddy fuck your horny pussy properly." After saying that, my father got up, pinned me down, and began thrusting vigorously.

My vulva was already overflowing with juices, and my father's cock slid in and out of my pussy smoothly.

My father even pulled my hand over, pressed it against my clitoris, and kept kneading it.

My father's actions only fueled my desire. My body trembled violently as I roughly kneaded my breasts with my other hand, moaning lasciviously, "Mmm. Mmm. Good father, oh. Big cock. Father. I. So beautiful. Fuck me to death. Ah. Harder. Fuck my slutty little cunt until it's rotten. Oh. Faster. Xiaofang, I want it. Father, like in the TV just now. Rape me."

My father, aroused by my lust, became even more aroused. His body swayed rapidly like a wound-up spring, each thrust filled with all his might. His huge, red-hot penis rammed into my cunt without restraint, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.

Finally, on a whim, Dad picked me up and stood up, walking around the living room while fucking my pussy. I clung tightly to Dad's neck, while he supported my buttocks, tossing me up and down repeatedly. With my weight, each thrust caused my uterus to slam heavily against his hard glans, making my uterus numb. It felt so good.

This immense pleasure drove me crazy; I had already ejaculated several times in no time. At that moment, I felt like a small boat tossed about in a turbulent sea, repeatedly lifted by huge waves and then slammed down again. It was so exciting; my whole body was in a state of extreme excitement.

I pressed myself tightly against my father's body, letting out seductive moans as my body rose and fell. My full breasts pressed against his chest, sliding and rubbing against him. Every time my firm nipples touched his, I felt an electric current flow through his body, sending a jolt of intoxicating excitement through my body.

This way of making love was very stimulating, but also extremely exhausting. My father struggled for more than ten minutes before finally ejaculating inside me.

I leaned limply against my father's sweat-drenched chest, kissing his shoulder.

His penis was still inside me, trembling restlessly from time to time. Only when his penis stopped moving completely did Dad slowly put me down.

Dad was a little tired, so he sat down on the sofa to rest. I felt sorry for him seeing him covered in sweat, so I poured him a glass of water.

Dad was very happy, drinking the water while looking at me, and suddenly he laughed. I was a little confused, but when I looked down, my face turned red.

It turned out that my hair was disheveled and hanging over my chest, my breasts were still very swollen, and there was a lot of Dad's saliva on them. My vulva and inner thighs were covered with vaginal fluid, and a stream of milky white semen was slowly flowing from my swollen vagina. I felt that I looked so lewd, no wonder Dad laughed.

I quickly sat down next to my father, pouting, "Dad, you're still laughing! It's all your fault I'm like this. Do you think you look good? Look at your little brother, so proud just now, now it's limp, like a turtle hiding its head."

"Bingbing, I've spoiled you rotten. Can't even laugh? Watch me teach you a lesson later."

I defiantly thrust out my full breasts, saying provocatively, "Okay! Dad, I'd love to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve to teach me."

"Dad's the best at teaching you girls, there are still many tricks I haven't used yet. But you'll have to wait and see how powerful Dad is, unless, my good daughter, agrees." My father pointed mischievously at his limp penis.

Of course I understood Dad's intention, and I was eager to see what new tricks he had up his sleeve, so I immediately said, "Dad, that's no problem." Then I lifted Dad's limp penis, a few drops of semen still clinging to the glans. I played with it for a few moments, then swallowed it and began to suck.

Dad combed my long hair, occasionally stroking my smooth back. Soon, Dad's penis hardened again.

I took it out of my mouth and said with a smile, "Dad, is that okay?"

"Bingbing, you learn so quickly! You licked Dad so well, I almost ejaculated in your mouth again. Now it's Dad's turn."

Dad picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, gently placing me on the bed. I spread my legs wantonly, kneading my swollen breasts, my face flushed, my red lips slightly parted, my beautiful eyes teasing my father with affection.

My father didn't rush to have sex with me. He stood by the bed, brewing the emotions of making love, constantly rubbing his erect penis, admiring my wanton and seductive behavior.

I was completely in character by then. Looking at my father's lustful eyes, I felt very proud. I coquettishly said, "Daddy, stop teasing Bingbing. Hurry up and use your big cock to discipline me! Bingbing can't wait."

My father finally couldn't hold back anymore. He came over, put my legs on his shoulders, his face flushed, and thrust his huge penis hard into my wet vagina. On this long, sweltering summer night, another passionate lovemaking session between father and daughter began. My father and I continued our incestuous acts tirelessly, the pleasure of incest acting like a catalyst, igniting our surging lust. We seemed to have inexhaustible energy. I lost count of how many orgasms I experienced, only remembering my father repeatedly ejaculating his milky-white love juice into my vagina, onto my breasts, and into my mouth. That night was truly wonderful and fulfilling.

I had come to enjoy making love with my father; I couldn't control my physical desires for him. My father had created me and then fucked me. That feeling was so stimulating; just thinking about it made me incredibly excited and impulsive.

In recent years, I've learned a great deal about sex from the library and the internet. I began to deeply feel that making love with my father was the happiest and most wonderful experience, because the choice of a sexual partner is so important for a young woman.

Generally speaking, a girl's physical development matures around the age of 14, and her libido peaks around 17. Men, on the other hand, don't reach physical maturity until around 30, and their libido peaks around 40. There's an old Chinese saying, "Men live slowly at thirty, women turn back at eighteen," which vividly illustrates the different developmental characteristics of men and women.

Therefore, considering these differences, young women should choose men aged 35-45 as sexual partners. At the same time, men in this age group have usually been married for over ten years and have extensive sexual experience. And sexual experience isn't something that can be acquired through a few sexual encounters; it generally requires several years of accumulation.

This is of utmost importance for a young girl who has never had sexual experience. Only a man with ample sexual experience knows what a young girl needs and how to maximize her arousal.

In most cases, he can help her achieve sexual pleasure and satisfaction during her first sexual encounter, leaving her with a positive impression and aspirations for sex, laying a solid foundation for her future sex life. Otherwise, she may lose interest during her first sexual experience, easily leaving a negative impression and seriously affecting her future sex life. This is especially important for young girls, as unpleasant sexual experiences can sometimes impact their lifelong happiness.

Therefore, from any perspective, men around 40 years old are the most ideal sexual partners for young girls. The "risks" of having sex with outsiders are: first, the risk of pregnancy; second, the risk of contracting sexually transmitted diseases; third, the inability to keep it a secret; and fourth, the lack of sexual pleasure. Worse still, without genuine affection and care, it often leads to estrangement and abandonment. Therefore, the father is the ideal choice: he won't easily impregnate his daughter, he knows he is healthy before having sex with her, he will absolutely keep it a secret, and his love for her is natural, unconditional, and eternal. More importantly, the father is a sexually experienced and fully mature man who can bring his daughter the most wonderful sexual experience.

Therefore, some say that a daughter is her father's lover from a past life, and I think there's a lot of truth to that.

I've been having secret sexual relations with my father since I was fourteen, and it's been four years now. I deeply feel that the relationship between us is so sweet and harmonious. During our pleasurable physical climaxes, we also feel a vibration in our souls—it's truly the most beautiful and blissful sex! Society and law prohibit father-daughter sex. I refute this from the bottom of my heart. Why can't a daughter have sex with her father? One of the main reasons for the prohibition is the claim that close blood ties increase the risk of birth defects. However, there is still insufficient scientific statistical evidence on this point. On the contrary, many birth defects in the world have nothing to do with blood relations.

There are many ancient legends of incestuous relationships, and their offspring have often prospered. Weren't our ancestors, Fuxi and Nuwa, siblings? The Western Bible contains many accounts of father-daughter sexual intercourse. One such account is of Nati, whose offspring with his two daughters are all normal, healthy, and have continued to reproduce for generations.

Perhaps one day, when humanity has a more complete and accurate understanding of its reproductive genetics, these man-made "incest taboos" will no longer be considered law.

Regardless, to me, my father is my lover, my brother, and my sexual partner.

During orgasm, I call out "Daddy" and "Husband" without any reservations; and my father calls me "Good Girl," "Love," and "Sweetheart."

My father bestows all the love a man can have on a woman upon me—how could I not feel happy!

Suddenly, I remembered the pervert in the film who ejaculated into the girl's mouth and forced her to swallow it. Would my father do the same? I had once secretly watched my father ejaculate in my mother's mouth, and she happily swallowed it. I've always found this kind of sex difficult to accept, but the current situation makes me somewhat eager to try it.

Just as I was filled with inner conflict, I heard my father let out a low growl, and his penis trembled violently in my mouth, spraying out streams of hot, thick semen like bullets. Before I could react, much of the semen had already been swallowed, and I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.

My father didn't pull out his penis until the last drop of semen was ejaculated, but it didn't soften; it remained erect.

I savored the semen remaining in my mouth; it was sticky and had a strange taste, but it wasn't too bad, so I swallowed it all.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/134226.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=134226&aspx=1

Previous Page : Cruel sex

Next Page : Revenge that backfired

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Bingbing and her father

comment Open a new window to view comments