Tempting Dad

One night, while I was masturbating naked in bed, an idea suddenly popped into my head. It was almost time for my father's routine check-up, and I wondered

how . Just then, the doorknob started turning—my father was coming! I immediately pulled my hand away from my clitoris and placed it beside me, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep. I heard the door open

, and I peeked through my half-closed eyes.

My father didn't leave immediately as usual; he stood in the doorway, staring at me. After a moment, he entered my room and stood in the center. I lay still, afraid to move. My legs were

spread apart , and in the dim light of the nightlight, he could clearly see my entire vulva. I couldn't recall him ever seeing me naked before; I had never let my father see my

breasts or vulva since I was old enough to understand. He moved closer to my bedside, and I could see his trousers bulging like a tent.

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

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

My hair was past my shoulders, a brownish-yellow with shimmering gold; my breasts, though not large, were round and full, still developing; a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs covered my mons pubis

, while the rest of my vulva remained smooth. Suddenly, my nipples hardened on their own, and some vaginal fluid seeped from my vulva.

I hoped my father wouldn't notice how wet I was.

He slowly backed away, turned, and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. My tense heart relaxed, yet I felt a strange sense of loss. I hoped he would do something,

not just stand there staring.

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

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

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

That night, I planned to sleep naked again while waiting for my father, but unfortunately, my period started early that afternoon. When I went to bed, I used a sanitary napkin, put on underwear and a nightgown, and covered myself with a sheet. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my father quietly opened the door and came in. Unlike before, he was only wearing a pair of close-fitting underwear tonight, his upper body naked, and a large bulge was clearly visible in his crotch. He stared at me, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door and left. His departure left me feeling somewhat

lost. Several days passed like this until my period finally ended.

That night, I didn't wear a nightgown or underwear, lying naked on my back with my legs wide open, my ankles sticking out to the sides of my single bed, wanting my father to be able to see my vulva without obstruction.

My father came! He turned the doorknob, peeked inside, then came in, turned around, closed the door, and locked it. My father was shirtless, wearing only shorts. He walked to the edge of the bed and examined me naked from head to toe. His underwear swelled rapidly, creating a tent-like opening! I pretended to be fast asleep, not moving at all. I felt

a slight heat in my lower abdomen, and some vaginal fluid had already seeped out. After examining me for a few minutes, my father took off his underwear.

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

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

My father reached out his right hand and gently placed it on my vulva, his fingers slipping into the crevice and stroking it. I felt very aroused, and involuntarily, more vaginal fluid immediately seeped out. I knew his fingers were completely wet, and my vaginal fluid continued to flow. He placed his left hand on my right breast and gently kneaded it. I didn't know if I should pretend to wake up at this moment, but I didn't want him to stop touching me, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

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

Ah! So comfortable!

A few minutes later, he withdrew his finger. He carefully climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my wide-open legs, and then leaned down, gently pressing against me. He supported his weight with his elbows and knees, "pressing" against me, not "pressing" me down. In this way, we were overlapping in the shape of an "i" and a "y". He was the "i," on top; I was an inverted "y," on the bottom.

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

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

I could hear his breathing become heavy and labored. After a pause, he thrust into my vagina again, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper. I felt very full, but not too painful. He continued thrusting and pumping heavily for another two or three minutes, then pressed tightly against me, unable to go any further; he was fully inside me. His scrotum was pressed against my buttocks, and my vagina was saturated; I had never felt anything like it before.

Dad paused for a moment, then began to thrust. He gently pulled his penis out two or three inches, then slowly inserted it again.

It hurt a little, but not too much; I could bear it.

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

I didn't know how long my dad would thrust. I couldn't help but recall a time when I saw a male dog mating with a female dog. The male dog climbed on the female dog's back and thrust about ten times before pulling away, but his penis was locked and couldn't come out. The two dogs' buttocks were chained together, and it took nearly fifteen minutes for them to come off. We, the onlookers, could see that the male dog's penis was still hard, wet, and shiny red.

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

A few minutes later, his penis began to thrust faster and faster, a beastly growl emanating from his throat. His scrotum pounded against my buttocks at incredible speed. I felt a mix of soreness and itchiness… but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his penis deeply inside me, his lower body pressing tightly against my vulva. His whole body was tense; I

could feel him trembling.

"Ah! God!" my father groaned loudly.

I felt something strange in my vagina; his glans was swollen, throbbing, throbbing… he was

ejaculating inside me! I never imagined he would ejaculate inside his own daughter so recklessly, scattering his seed! He was still spitting out semen in rapid, pulsating motions, and I didn't know how long he would ejaculate before stopping.

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

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

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

I remembered reading in Methodist books that conception usually occurs within two weeks of the end and beginning of menstruation. My period has just ended, so perhaps I won't conceive now! Of course, I know this isn't a guarantee. I glanced at the clock on the radio; it was 11:55 pm.

I lay in bed resting for a long time, my mind replaying the wonderful pleasure of my father's large penis entering and exiting my vagina. I sat up, put on my robe, covered my vulva tightly with my hand, and quietly went into the bathroom. I closed the door, sat on the toilet, and let the semen my father had ejaculated inside me flow out. I couldn't help but look down and examine it closely; it was a thick, milky white discharge. I

went back to the bedroom, changed into another clean pair of underwear, covered myself with the sheet, and went to sleep. I hadn't had an orgasm that night, but I didn't care at the moment. I just felt a strange sense of unease, and after a long while, I finally fell asleep without realizing it.

The next morning, my father acted as usual, as if nothing had happened the night before. I pretended nothing was wrong, but my mind kept replaying his penis and the fact that he had ejaculated inside me.

For the next two nights, for some reason, I wasn't very aroused. I slept in my underwear and covered myself with a sheet each night, and my father didn't come to my bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt my father thrusting deeper and deeper; his over eight-inch-long, hard male genitals were completely inside my lower abdomen, his firm, swollen scrotum pressed tightly against my buttocks. My vulva was filled by my father's powerful genitals, which excited me greatly, but I was still somewhat afraid. After his penis was fully inside, my father paused for a moment, then began thrusting.

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

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

He increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis frequently entering and exiting my vagina. I felt an indescribable sensuality and pleasure, and this wonderful feeling grew stronger and stronger. From Dad's groans, I knew he was also enjoying immense pleasure. Suddenly, his genitals remained deeply inside my vagina; Dad stopped. He was regulating his breathing, seemingly trying to suppress his excitement. After almost a minute of silence, he resumed thrusting.

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

Under his intense onslaught, my vagina felt unbearably sore and swollen—it felt so good! My whole body tensed, even more

tense ! Ah! Like a balloon bursting, my mind went blank, a surge of heat welled up from my lower abdomen, and in a hazy state, my vagina spasmed intensely, opening and closing automatically… I reached an unprecedented, indescribable, ecstatic orgasm.

Dad began a faster, more forceful, frenzied thrusting.

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

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

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

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

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

I lay in bed, my mind in turmoil again. Why did I let Dad rape me again? My vagina was now filled with his semen, his seed deep inside me. Why was this happening?

I straightened my knees, pulled out my underwear from under the pillow, and stuffed it between my legs, keeping them straight and tightly closed to prevent the semen from leaking out and soiling the sheets. I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash, but I thought I should wait a while to avoid running into Dad or Mom, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

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

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

"Did you sleep well?" Dad asked.

I didn't know how to answer; my mind was in turmoil. I just nodded and lowered my head to eat. Dad's calm and composed expression made me somewhat uneasy and uncomfortable. He'd ejaculated inside me twice; I might be pregnant, but he acted as if nothing had happened! He continued reading the newspaper.

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

I didn't get home until almost dinnertime. After dinner, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I took off my coat and put on my pajamas. I turned on my computer, put on my headphones, listened to a CD, and searched for information about the French Revolution on the internet to use in the history report I was preparing to write.

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