Taking a bath with my father

When I was little, I used to bathe with my father. But after I started menstruating in junior high, he still insisted on bathing with me. When I refused, my mother would say, "Why don't you want to bathe together? You're such a strange child." But in other families, when a girl's breasts develop or she starts menstruating, either the father refuses to bathe with her, or the daughter refuses.
I was afraid of being embarrassed when my friends asked, so I stopped bathing with my father. However, after my parents finished bathing, they would walk around the house naked, without caring about their actions, but I felt embarrassed.
Sometimes I couldn't stand it and would say, "Other families don't do this. Wrap a towel around yourself!" "Why hide what you already have? You were born from me, after all," my father would say, and then deliberately shake his dangling member in front of me.
Not to mention my father, my mother would also walk around naked, exposing her full breasts or buttocks.
I said, "Don't do that! It'll be so embarrassing if my classmates come over." "What nonsense are you talking about? You grew up on this milk. But my shape hasn't changed, it's the same as when I was young." My mother said, holding her breasts in her hands and standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
Once, while I was taking a bath, my mother used her fingers to spread her genitals and showed them to me, saying, "Look, you were born from here."
I ran away in embarrassment, but my mother chased me to my room and asked me what was going on.
Also, I had been masturbating for a while, but it was just childish behavior of rubbing against the corner of a
table. Once, my mother accidentally saw me, but she said, "What are you doing? Don't do that. You need to wash and disinfect your fingers. It feels better to use your fingers. Using the corner of the table might hurt that important place. Let me show you!"
"No! No!" Before I felt embarrassed, I felt helpless.
But perhaps it was because sexual behavior didn't evoke guilt, or perhaps it was my parents' unique sex education. Because I grew up like this, I wasn't ashamed of my parents for discovering my masturbation, nor did I resent them like my friends did. However, I still felt that my parents were more excessive than others.
My mother made a lot of noise during sex, and my father seemed to enjoy it too, having sex at least once every two days, if not every day.
When I went to my parents' bedroom half-asleep, they would make no attempt to hide it, with my mother naked and riding on top of my father, vigorously twisting her snow-white buttocks.
I had witnessed my parents having sex many times since I was little. At first, I thought they were wrestling, but gradually I realized something was wrong.
"What are you doing? Aren't you wrestling?" I asked.
"No, we're doing something very pleasurable. Child, when you grow up, you should find a good man and do this kind of thing often. Ah... good... good... so good... ah... ah..." My mother said as she rode on top of my father, violently twisting her buttocks.
I squatted beside my mother, watching my father's penis going in and out of her body, but I didn't feel any eroticism; I only thought about the strange things adults did.
So when I went to kindergarten, I said to the boy next door, "Let's play the game of mom and dad." "Oh! Play house? Do we have bowls and such?" he said.
"No! You have to take off your pants and lie here, and I'll be on top, like this." I said, and made him lie on his back on the plastic sheet, then pulled his penis out.
When I tried to climb on top, the teacher noticed and immediately ran out, shouting, "What are you doing?" I replied blankly, "We're doing mom and dad stuff." This still became a problem; my parents were called in by the teacher and scolded. My mother seemed very troubled, but she told me, "You can't do that kind of thing in kindergarten, and you can't do it with other people. It's only allowed at home." I
've heard that similar education exists in countries like Norway or Sweden, but I'm still unsure which one is better.
Later, when I started studying hard for my college entrance exams, my mother's voice was so loud every night that I sometimes couldn't help but knock on their door to protest, "Can you please be quieter?" My mother would always say in a blissful voice, "Sorry! But it feels so good..." I wondered if she had mental problems. I thought my parents were beyond saving, but I didn't hate them.
However, I didn't find the sounds of my parents having sex lewd. But I wasn't very interested in sex, and I rarely masturbated anymore.
Perhaps it was because of this relationship that I didn't have a boyfriend. Although I often received love letters, I didn't want a one-on-one relationship.
Sometimes, my mother would say, quite suspiciously, "It's understandable for someone your age to want sex, but you must use a condom. There are condoms in this table, do you know how to use them? Otherwise, you can put one on your dad to practice." Was my mother's joke too much?
However, when my parents seriously started their so-called "swapping" game, I was genuinely shocked.
I protested, but my mother said, "Parents and children have different lives. Children have their own lives. Raising you well is our duty, but we won't restrict your freedom, so you can't restrict your parents' freedom either."
What could I do? And then again, what my parents said seemed to make some sense.
They were completely different from other parents who only allowed themselves to do good deeds, got angry or restricted their children's freedom when they had friends of the opposite sex, or used their adult status to control their children, or put pressure on them simply because of their parenting role, completely ignoring their children and only watching TV. Actually,
we didn't have a TV at home, and the three of us always had a pleasant family dinner together. My parents believed that watching TV while eating would damage the parent-child relationship. I heard that other fathers would prevent their children from watching the shows they wanted, while they themselves watched sumo wrestling or baseball. I'm grateful to my parents for that, but now, thinking back, they were only interested in pornography and didn't care about other programs at all.
However, my father was probably different from others; he never scolded his children. He said, "Humans are born to do what they love, and families are just a collection of independent individuals. How much of what family members like to do depends on the father's magnanimity."
Looking back, I was indeed never scolded or interfered with.
In my second year of high school, when I discussed with my parents which school to apply to or which job to pursue, they said, "You're a high school student now, decide for yourself! Discuss it with us, we have to be responsible."
I don't know if they were understanding or irresponsible.
Putting that aside, my parents seem to have developed a great interest in couple swapping lately. They told me, "We're going to do couple swapping. There will probably be couples swapping or other men and women coming to our house, but don't worry too much."
And my mother smiled, seemingly very happy, saying, "Mom's voice will be very loud then, but you're used to it, you won't mind, right?"
It's so open-minded, I don't know what to say. I
don't know if it was my father who brought it up first or my mother who suggested it, but anyway, they sent photos of couples to a couple swapping magazine for publication. Because she didn't hide her face, her colleagues at the company immediately found out, which quickly became a huge problem. But her father didn't care at all and said, "It doesn't bother anyone else, what's wrong with it? Besides, people who look at these photos are probably interested in couple swapping, right? How about we do it together? We can also expand the scope of couple swapping in the company."
Everyone seemed speechless, and the matter was dropped.
Afterwards, my father even said to his boss, "Do you want to come to my house and have sex with my wife? She's a great sex toy!" He
also told female employees at the company, "Come to my house and play with us! I'm confident in my sexual abilities." No one could do anything about him, but no one disliked him either. Leaving
that aside for now, let me report on the first time my partner, the couple I was swapping with, came to my house.
My parents were busy from morning (Sunday), making sushi, preparing drinks, cleaning the room, changing the sheets, and making other preparations for their welcome.
The couple who arrived at dusk were a friendly teacher couple. Because my parents were very generous in urging them to drink and eat, and seemed very touched, both men got very drunk and couldn't do anything.
I heard everything clearly from my room through the wall.
"Is it not working over there? It's not working here either."
"Men are so useless. Wife, try sucking my husband's thing, maybe that will help." "Yes! I'm trying my best to suck!" "
You're so useless! Fine, I'll try my best too."
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll have to use other methods to serve you." "I'm so sorry! It's such a pity to be facing such a beautiful woman like you!" "Yes, with such a charming lady spreading her snow-white thighs, I'm so useless! I'll try harder next time, please give me another chance."
They only said regretful things, without a trace of eroticism. I pressed my ear against the wall to eavesdrop, and felt very disappointed.
However, my parents didn't like me eavesdropping. They said, "If you want to eavesdrop, you might as well come in and watch. The door won't be locked."
But no matter what, I didn't want to see my parents doing swapping with other couples.
They weren't afraid of this failure. Later, when couple swappers came, they were still busy from morning till night. But this time they didn't drink alcohol. They decided to wait until after they were done to drink, so that things could go smoothly.
I knew this situation, so this time I made up my mind too.
"I've come to observe," I said, and sat in the corner of my parents' bedroom watching, naturally observing everything.
My father was thrusting into the other couple's wife, who was short but voluptuous with a slightly protruding belly, in a riding position.
My mother sat on the other couple's thinner husband's long, dark penis, her hands on her chest, her buttocks moving up and down.
When I entered, my parents simultaneously said to the other couple, "Sorry! Let her observe! You can watch from there."
The other couple seemed surprised for a moment, but said, "Oh! This is ideal education!" and then continued their thrusting.
However, both couples seemed to quickly forget my existence.
My parents were participating in a couples-swapping event, and they made no attempt to hide it from their teenage daughter, a high school senior, which greatly confused me.
Once, they brought back a foreign couple for a couple-swapping exchange. I didn't care about that, but the middle-aged foreign man actually said to me, "Little girl, how about having sex with me?"
Some of my classmates had slept with black men and were very proud of it, but I didn't like foreigners, so I said, "No! Thank you."
However, I thought it would be fine to use him to practice my foreign language conversation.
I ignored his words and went back to my room, too lazy to watch their "battle."
Not long after, my parents brought back five boys around my age (supposedly members of the G University Couple-Swapping Research Association), and they all had sex with my mother.
I didn't want to see any of them, so I hid in my room alone, but hearing my mother's loud moans, I couldn't concentrate on my studies.
I usually don't feel anything when I hear my parents' lewd noises, but this time I had a strange feeling, so I reached into my underwear and started masturbating.
I had to finish masturbating quickly to calm myself down, otherwise I couldn't concentrate on my studies. But only today did I feel pleasure after masturbating several times, but I still couldn't calm my mind.
I needed to go to the restroom. Stepping out of my room, I saw a naked student standing blankly in front of it, a towel wrapped around his waist, head bowed in thought.
I asked, "What's wrong?"
Our eyes met, and I had a strange feeling.
"It's... I can't do it. I can't do that kind of thing because I need to create an atmosphere." "Oh, really? But wouldn't that be a loss?" "
But seeing them unable to bear it makes me sad. I still need that mental aspect." He didn't want to stay inside, but had nowhere else to go, so he stood in front of the restroom.
I felt sorry for him: "Then... how about coming to my room?" I blurted out.
"Is that okay?"
"Sure!" I felt like I was enticing him.
He obediently followed me to my room. We sat side-by-side on the bed. The room contained only a desk and chair.
At that moment, I heard my mother's cries from next door: "Ah... good... good... more... more..." I wondered: How many men is my mother having sex with now? And what was my father feeling, watching from the side? Sigh! I really don't understand what adults are thinking. I think I can understand, but I don't want to.
At that moment, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his shoulders tightly. His shoulders were thin, but deep. He also reached down to my waist and pulled me closer.
Ah… his genitals, wrapped in the towel around his waist, slowly bulged. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I didn't have the courage.
Although I had seen my father naked, his penis erect, and thrusting into my mother's vagina many times, I had never actually touched a man's penis. Although I had touched it when I was very young, while bathing, it was soft and limp.
He hugged me tightly, his lips on mine, and I involuntarily clung to him, my breathing becoming rapid.
From next door came my mother's voice again: "Oh… oh…" like an animal's roar.
He reached inside my shirt, trying to take it off, but he was too clumsy and couldn't manage it. I couldn't resist taking off my shirt myself. He tried to unhook my skirt, but he was too clumsy and couldn't manage it, so I stood up and took off my skirt myself.
I was left only with a bra and panties, and he hugged me tightly again.
It took him a lot of effort to take off my bra.
Ah! My breasts were exposed. They were beautiful breasts that even I thought were firm and elastic.
"So beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"How does it compare to Mother's?" I asked.
"Well, to be honest, hers is a bit loose, and her nipples are too dark." After he finished speaking, he kissed my breasts affectionately.
Ah! I feel such a strong sensation. This is my first time kissing, and my first time having my nipples sucked. I never expected it to feel so good. Now I understand why my mother liked having her nipples sucked by men. 　　在我丰满的雪白大腿间，只长出一点毛，坐在床边看，只能看到小小的三角形。
他也取下围在腰上的毛巾。
啊！那个东西是直立的，孤立的样子很可爱，颜色不像父亲那麽黑。和那些交换夫妻时来的男人比较，他的像笔头花一样孤独可爱。
我很喜欢他的大笔头花，忍不住便伸手紧握着它。
「啊┅┅这样好舒服呀！」他的身体有一点哆嗦。
然后他把我推倒，我搂着他的脖子倒在床上，我怕他看我的那里，因为这是难为情的事，所以抱住他的脖子不放。
「好美，你的身体真美。」他对我悄悄地说。
当然我和母亲不同，我年轻呀！而且我的腿很长，身材又好，我对自己的身体很有信心的。
这时候他把鼻尖靠在我的乳沟上闻着，然后鼻子向下移动，反覆的说∶「很香，真的很香。」
其实我没有用香水或任何东西。
我感到刺激很强烈又紧张，知道自己的大腿在颤抖，一方面是难为情，一方面又有很大的期望。
我不由得闭上眼睛，我知道脸已经红到了耳根。
他好像也感受出来，问道∶「怕吗？」
「不！不怕！」我说完又紧抱着他。
由于他的身体是抬起的，所以变成我吊在他脖子上的情况。终于他无法支撑我的体重，而被我拉倒，身体落在床上，两人变成上下重叠在一起。
此时，他开始吻我。
啊！真好。
两个人的嘴含在一起，嘴唇紧贴着，同时舌头缠在一块。
他把手伸入我的双腿间，我的身体自然的紧张，想夹紧大腿，可是不知何时他把一条腿放在我的双腿之间，使我没办法夹紧。
啊！他的手指碰到我最敏感的地方，不过他的手好像战战兢兢的样子。
但不灵活的样子也给我更大的好感，很舒服，我的肉缝又溢出了水份。
这时候，又听到母亲在隔壁喊叫的声音∶「啊！好┅┅对┅┅对了┅┅就是这里┅┅」
他终于把手指插入我的肉缝里。
啊！有说不出的妙滋味。
我的身体开始颤抖，我把脸靠在他的胸上，呼吸也急促了。
此刻，我觉得我丰满的身体和他较瘦的身体已经完全贴和了。
他拉我的手去摸他的那根东西。又粗又硬的！不过和父亲交换伙伴的男人比较上也许是小了一点。但太大的好可怕，他这样的最理想，这样的粗度，大概不会很疼痛的进来吧？
我很快的松开手，但又下定决心地又将它握在手里。
「真的很硬。」我说。
「第一次吗？」
「嗯，虽然看过，但还是第一次摸到。」
我在他的引导下，慢慢的抚摸着他那坚硬的东西。
头部很光滑，但也像快要爆炸般的勃起，火热的脉动着，大概这是男人感到舒服时的状态吧？
「我什麽也不懂，你教我。」我说道。
「嗯！你只是这样摸，我就很舒服。」
他又拉我的手到肉茎背面像带状的地方，我在那里开始揉搓。
「啊┅┅舒服┅┅好舒服！」他一面哼一面把手指更深的插入┅┅「我可以插进去吗？我想的不得了，本来今天不想这样，因为你是处女。」「要┅┅求求你。」我不由得这样说。
我知道有一天须抛弃处女，如果是和他，我愿意┅┅他好像下了决心，拔出手指，再用力拉开我的双腿，身体进入双腿之间，然后看着我的雪白屁股和大腿根部，把坚硬直立的东西顶上来。
我觉得他的硬度已经达到极限。
他用龟头在我湿滑的地方由上向下的磨擦，然后就「噗吱」一下滑入。
啊！可是不行┅┅只能进去一点点。
「痛啊！」我发出哼声。因为我是处女，大概还有处女膜吧？「不行！进不去。」他好像很伤心。
「痛┅┅痛啊┅┅」我呻吟着。
「那麽┅┅就停止吧？」他体贴的问着我。
「不！我要！」我说着，身体却哆嗦起来。
「我想，大概是短暂的痛吧，请你忍耐一下。」他在我的额头上亲了一下，安慰我。
「我会忍耐的，但是如果太痛，你就要停止动作。」我双手在脸上，分开大腿，等待他的再度开采。
「听说女人要放松力量，才不会痛。」他说道。
可是我不知道怎样才能放松力量？这时候他低下头，在自己的龟头上涂抹口水，然后把我的阴唇分开，将龟头轻轻的插入。
龟头是勉强能进入了，于是他就抱紧我的屁股，慢慢地一点一点的插入。此时，我并不感觉疼痛。
突然好像听到「噗吱」的声音，在这同时，他那坚硬的东西一口气地滑了进来。
啊┅┅进来了。
洞里猛然扩张，很舒服，我发出哼声，有一种快窒息的感觉，但却带着一份快感。
我的洞口在他插入的刹那，就开始紧缩，把他的肉棒夹紧，不知道他会不会痛？
「啊┅┅真好！」
他插入后就不动了，好像在欣赏我给他夹紧的滋味。我也在他插入后，身体里抖抖的享受那种感觉。二个人都抖抖的，好像互相做信号，彼此在交谈。
原以为人类是只能用嘴说话，现在知道还能这样沟通。
他搂紧我的屁股，感动之馀也不动，静静的享受着合体之美。
「全部进去了吗？」我问道。
「嗯！连根都进去了，现在我们完全密合着。」「是吗？」我想确定进去的情形，便从屁股下伸手过去摸，摸到的是下面圆圆的附属物。
我吓了一跳，立刻缩手，但在好奇心的驱驶下，我又拿出勇气去摸。他的东西确实从这附属物延伸出去，进入我的腔道里。
我了解后才放开手。但不知为何流出眼泪，不知道是高兴还是悲哀，我现在已经不是处女了。
My mother's voice came from next door again, but this time it quickly faded away.
Then he began to move slowly.
Ah! How sweet! The pain was completely gone, replaced by immense pleasure.
It was as if the pent-up frustration from hearing my parents' annoying voices next door over the years had finally been released.
He began to thrust in and out forcefully, feeling my inner flesh wrapped around his member with each movement and friction.
It was truly a pleasure…
“Ah! This is so good, I never knew a woman’s inside could be this good,” he said excitedly.
At that moment, I was almost melting.
“Is this good? Is it good? How about this?”
He tried various positions, but they all felt good; I couldn't tell the difference.
I still didn't know his name or where he lived.
Ah… but to be able to do this kind of pleasurable thing forever, and to enjoy the same pleasure of sex as my parents, I couldn't wait to get married.
"Ah! Good! Ahhh..." I suddenly felt a wonderful sensation and cried out loud, my whole body trembling, as pleasure spread to every pore.
The tension and relaxation shifted...
"Ah... I... I can't take it anymore..."
The student from G University suddenly became vigorous, thrusting powerfully, then his whole body shuddered.
Ah... he was ejaculating.
Maybe I'll get pregnant, but it doesn't matter, I'll marry him.
Thinking this, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, thrusting my hips upwards from below, and then the two of us intertwined tightly...
From then on, I became addicted to sex.
Nothing felt so good, filled with beautiful romance, inspiring positive thoughts about life, and leaving me feeling exhilarated afterwards.

[The End]

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