My daughter and I on that stormy night

One night, I was awakened by several claps of thunder. When I opened my eyes, I was startled by a figure beside my bed. "Who's there?" I asked instinctively. "It's me." I looked closely in the flashes of lightning and saw it was my daughter. Before I could ask anything else, she said in terror, "I'm scared!" Before she finished speaking, another clap of thunder rang out. My daughter quickly covered her head with her hands and curled up in the chair. "Then you can sleep in this room," I said. My daughter turned and went back to her room, bringing her pillow and blanket and placing them beside me. I got up and put my pillow at my feet and my daughter's pillow at the head of the bed. This way, it would be more convenient; after all, my daughter was twelve years old, and it was better to keep her away. My daughter lay down gently, seemingly no longer afraid. We lay down head to toe, back to back. My daughter seemed no longer afraid, while I tried to continue my previous dream. The rain outside had lessened, and the thunder wasn't as loud as before. Although the thunder and rain had subsided, flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated the room through the thin curtains. My sleepiness seemed to have been chased away by the lightning. I turned over, turning my face towards my daughter. I slowly opened my eyes, and my daughter's fair legs and feet came into view. I felt a little distracted; the most sordid aspects of human nature surged from the depths of my heart. I stubbornly resisted with reason, so I turned over again, lying back to back with my daughter, trying to dispel the jumbled thoughts in my head. But inexplicably, I turned over again. My daughter and I were like two magnets with the same poles, impossible to put together. My half-open eyes unconsciously moved from my daughter's legs upwards, upwards, upwards, and upwards again… Because of the sweltering heat, my daughter's blanket was only symbolically tucked under her waist. My curiosity drove me to scan every inch of my daughter's skin like a computer. The intense light from the lightning that streamed into the room was many times stronger than the lamplight, making my daughter's body appear even more delicate. Because we were facing each other head-to-toe, and my daughter had her legs bent with her back to me, her buttocks were completely exposed. The thunder had subsided, but lightning was still frequent, which suited me perfectly. To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever looked at my daughter's body so closely, the first time I'd ever had such wicked thoughts. Even when she was little and defecating, I'd never really examined her private parts when I wiped her bottom. And tonight, with this thunderstorm, her mother on duty, and my daughter running to my room because she was afraid of the lightning—all these factors led me to cross moral boundaries! My daughter's white underwear was very small, preserving the shape of her entire vulva, especially the still deep slit. A few fine hairs peeked out from the edge of the underwear, indicating she was approaching maturity. Before I knew it, I was wet, my penis was already erect, and I couldn't help but gently masturbate. I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, and I felt I should get some toilet paper, so I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Just then, my daughter rolled over, facing me. I thought, "Oh no, my plan is ruined." I grabbed a wad of paper and went back to bed, lying down with my back to her. A moment later, she rolled over again, and I followed suit, hoping to complete my plan. This time, she bent her upper thigh forward and stretched her lower thigh back, maintaining a hopping posture. Then, as if struck by lightning, I looked again at my daughter's secret area and was astonished to find her entire large, fleshy labia majora protruding, like a clam shell slightly open, revealing its tongue. The waistband of her pants was deeply embedded in that crevice! A surge of heat coursed through my body, and my heart raced. I gently leaned forward, extending my tongue as if to lick, but dared not actually touch it. I wished I could transform into a snipe, inserting my long beak into my daughter's clam shell, catching that plump tongue, letting her gently clamp me, and wrestling with her in the absence of a fisherman! I suddenly realized something. I wondered if my daughter had done it on purpose, meaning she had "tampered" with my pants while I was in the bathroom! Otherwise, how could such tight underwear change position by itself? Was she hinting at something? I pulled back to my original position, straightening my body slightly to better expose my penis. I slowly stroked my penis, my eyes fixed on that "virgin territory," focusing on the pleasure. As I stroked my penis, staring at my daughter's genitals that were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, I couldn't help but recall an incident from last year… It was a Sunday afternoon last summer, and I was home alone, watching the women's weightlifting competition on TV. Around 3 p.m., my daughter came home from school; since it was Sunday, she got out early. She put down her schoolbag and watched the competition with me. At that moment, a Chinese athlete had successfully clean and jerked. I casually said to my daughter, "Look at her, she lifted over 200 pounds so easily. You couldn't even carry her on your back." "You could carry me? You couldn't even carry me!" "My daughter retorted sarcastically, not to be outdone. She then stood in front of me. I immediately understood; she wanted me to carry her. I stood up in front of her, half-squatting and bending down. Before I could even steady myself, she leaped onto my back like a cat and nestled against me, her arms draped over my shoulders. I carried her bottom with both hands and started walking around the room. She giggled and swayed from side to side, her firm little breasts rubbing against my back, her thick pubic fat pad bouncing under my waist. I seemed to be drifting off. It was the height of summer, and I was only wearing shorts, no underwear, and my penis was uncontrollably pressing forward. 'Dad, put me down, I'll try carrying you.' I put my daughter down, leaning forward to hide the restlessness in my groin." Without a word, my daughter grabbed me, lifted my thighs, and started to carry me on her back. Because of her weight, she leaned forward, arching her buttocks backward, which landed squarely on my penis. My penis, already swollen, was now nestled in her cleft, reaching its maximum size. My daughter seemed unconcerned, continuing to arch her buttocks backward, but she couldn't lift me. A little embarrassed, I said, "Okay, okay, I can't carry you." My daughter finally let go and straightened up. I noticed that her short skirt was now bulging in her buttocks. I quickly sat down in a chair, pretending to watch the game, but my mind was racing. Since she had just entered puberty, her breasts weren't fully developed yet, so she wasn't wearing a bra, only a tank top. Therefore, when she was on my back, her breasts felt like they were directly pressed against my back, rubbing back and forth—a very real sensation. "Go do your homework," I urged my daughter, my mind racing. She immediately went into the toilet, and a thin stream of urine gushed out from the crack, the familiar "whoosh" whistling sound immediately rang out. I listened carefully, and from this familiar urination sound, I determined that my daughter had just been playing excitedly. Because this time, her urine stream wasn't as fast as usual, and it lasted longer. I guessed that due to excitement, my daughter's labia had become engorged and thickened, narrowing the urine passage, thus making the "whistling sound" much thinner than usual. We have squat toilets, so the sound of urination is particularly loud, and I can tell whether it's my daughter or her mother by the sound of the urine stream. My daughter's urination is strong and powerful, the "whistling sound" is loud, and at the end, a few drops of urine fall like raindrops into a basin, making a clear sound; while her mother's urination, although also loud, is less complete at the end. Based on my observations of my daughter's genitals when she was little and combined with my analysis of her mother's genitals (my daughter's body resembles her mother's!), I can tell... I deduced that my daughter's vulva was enlarged, with the labia minora tightly covered by the labia majora. When she urinated, the urine stream forced its way through the labia minora and labia majora, creating a cavity around the urethral opening inside the labia minora, hence the loud whistling sound. After a flushing sound from the toilet, there was another sound of water spraying from the faucet. This was a hose I had attached to the faucet for rinsing. My daughter didn't come out of the toilet for a while; she seemed to have just finished a weightlifting competition and looked very tired. I then went into the toilet, turned on the faucet, and started rinsing myself, vigorously masturbating while the soap was slippery, savoring the pleasure I had felt from the impact of my daughter's breasts and the friction of my penis against her buttocks. Imagining how her labia minora would be parted by the urine stream when she urinated, and guessing what it was like when she was rinsing her genitals, even though I had just ejaculated that morning, a thick stream of white semen still spurted out. From then on, whenever my daughter went to the toilet, I would listen intently. When her mother wasn't home, I would even masturbate until she came out. Over time, I developed a craving for her voice and would even intentionally or unintentionally encourage her to drink more water. While drinking more water is indeed beneficial, my goal was to make her urinate more, thus satisfying my own urges. However, lying alone in bed with my daughter was a first. The thunder and lightning had long since passed, the rain had stopped, and it was already daylight. I continued to gently masturbate.I tried to control the pace, stopping immediately when I felt the urge to ejaculate, and then continuing to stroke my penis as soon as the urge subsided. I usually masturbate like this to prolong the pleasure. Today, the pleasure was particularly intense; I didn't even dare touch it with my hand, for fear of ejaculating. I lay flat on my back and adjusted the angle of my penis, making it 90 degrees upright, so that my underwear was stretched open, leaving a gap at the edge. I then subtly pulled my crotch to one side, exposing half of my scrotum to my daughter's view. I guessed she would turn over to face me soon. Sure enough, she smacked her lips twice, turned her body towards me, and seemed to fall asleep. I felt my daughter move slightly after turning over, as if adjusting her view. I slightly opened my eyes, looking at my erect penis, imagining my daughter's feelings: she must be amazed: "Daddy's thing is so big? How does it fit inside Mommy? Is that hairy thing down there what they call the scrotum in the books?" Yes, my penis is very large; I measured it, exactly fourteen centimeters, which is considered large for a Chinese person. I felt the bed move slightly. Perhaps at this moment, my daughter reached down, her middle finger sliding along the mons pubis into the vulva, moving back and forth between the labia minora, occasionally pausing and teasing the clitoris. Suddenly, my daughter reached into my pants and grabbed my penis, as if afraid it would run away. Perhaps my daughter really couldn't take it anymore, so I took the opportunity to reach for her vulva, gently searching for the clitoris with my middle finger. Ah, my daughter found the clitoris and gently rubbed it. My daughter began to breathe heavily, short and forceful. I knew that my daughter was excited and had reached an orgasm. I straightened my daughter, letting her lie flat, straddled her, pulled down my pants, buried my head in her vulva, and, using the dawn light, parted her labia majora. Two small, pink, thin labia appeared before my eyes, and my tongue involuntarily stretched out, licking wildly, swallowing the secretions. My daughter, being a child with no sexual experience, silently enjoyed the pleasure I brought her by stimulating her genitals, breathing heavily. Although I hadn't taken off my pants, my penis was already exposed. I pressed my daughter's hand onto my penis, saying, "Stroke it harder, harder!" She began to stroke my hard penis. The clitoris above my daughter's labia minora was now the size of a pea, red and glistening. I teased it with my tongue, while my hands were already kneading my daughter's breasts. My daughter's breasts were full and firm, just not as big as her mother's. I turned over and lay down next to my daughter, opening my mouth wide to cup her breasts that were transitioning into adulthood. My daughter's nipples weren't fully erect yet, typical of a twelve or thirteen-year-old's firm type, with pink areolas surrounding them. I sucked on her breasts vigorously, my penis rubbing in my daughter's hands. I moved my daughter's hand away and pushed my penis towards her vulva, rubbing it back and forth. Since her vulva was already wet, the friction of my penis against her inner thighs felt like penetration. My daughter began to moan involuntarily. I really wanted to insert my penis into her vagina, but I didn't, for some reason. I spread her legs again, and then spread her much thicker labia and began licking them wildly. Everyone says daughters resemble their mothers, and it's true. However, her mother's labia majora weren't as firm and full as hers; when her legs were closed, her labia minora were slightly exposed and a darker color. My daughter's labia minora, on the other hand, were tightly wrapped by her labia majora, invisible even when her legs were spread. Only a few fine hairs were distributed around her labia majora, creating a plump, white, youthful vulva—my favorite type. It was already broad daylight. It was time to cook for my daughter, but my tongue still lingered on her vulva. That large, translucent clitoris was particularly alluring. I gently rubbed my glans against her vulva and vigorously stroked it with my hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the alarm clock in my daughter's room rang—six o'clock. Only then did I realize: Stop immediately! Don't let this interfere with my business! Cooking was out of the question. I hurriedly dressed and went outside to buy some large fruits and a bottle of milk. When I returned, my daughter was already dressed, acting as if nothing had happened, only deliberately avoiding my gaze. She quickly ate a bite, said "goodbye," and left. I went to my daughter's room and found her underwear under the bed. It was the one she had just worn, still sticky. I frantically licked it, using it to rub my penis, thinking of my daughter's pink labia minora, plump labia majora, translucent clitoris, and those soft pubic hairs. I ejaculated immediately, right onto my daughter's underwear!I imagined what my daughter was feeling at that moment: she must be amazed: "Daddy's thing is so big? How did it get inside Mommy? Is that hairy thing down there what they call the scrotum in the books?" Yes, my penis is very large; I measured it, exactly fourteen centimeters, which is considered large for a Chinese person. I felt the bed move slightly. Perhaps my daughter was reaching down at that moment, her middle finger sliding along the mons pubis into the vulva, moving back and forth on the labia minora, occasionally pausing and teasing the clitoris. Suddenly, my daughter reached into my pants and grabbed my penis, as if afraid it would run away. Perhaps my daughter really couldn't take it anymore, so I reached my hand towards her genitals, gently searching for the clitoris with my middle finger. Ah, my daughter found the clitoris and gently rubbed it. My daughter began to breathe heavily, short and forceful. I knew my daughter was excited and had reached an orgasm. I straightened my daughter, laid her flat on her back, straddled her, pulled down her pants, buried my head in her genitals, and, using the dawn light, parted her labia majora. Two small, pink, thin labia appeared before my eyes. My tongue involuntarily darted out, licking them wildly, swallowing the secretions. My daughter, after all, was a child who had never had sex; she simply silently enjoyed the pleasure I brought her by stimulating her genitals, breathing heavily. Although I hadn't taken off my pants, my penis was already erect. I pressed my daughter's hand onto my penis, "Stroke it harder, harder!" I told her, and she began to stroke my hard, large penis. The clitoris above my daughter's labia minora was now the size of a pea, red and glistening. I teased it with my tongue, while my hands were already kneading my daughter's breasts. My daughter's breasts were full and firm, just not as big as her mother's. I turned over, lay down next to my daughter, opened my mouth wide, and cupped my daughter's breasts, which were transitioning into adulthood. My daughter's nipples weren't fully developed yet, the typical firm type for a twelve or thirteen-year-old, with pink areolas surrounding them. I suckled her breasts vigorously, alternating between them, while my large penis rubbed in her hands. I moved her hands away and pushed my penis towards her vulva, rubbing it back and forth on the outside. Since her vulva was already wet, the friction of my penis against her inner thighs felt like penetration. My daughter began to moan involuntarily. I really wanted to insert my penis into her vagina, but I didn't, for some reason. I spread her legs again, and then spread her much thicker labia and began to lick them wildly. Everyone says daughters resemble their mothers, and it's true, except that her mother's labia majora weren't as firm and full as hers; when her legs were closed, her labia minora were slightly exposed and a darker color. My daughter's labia minora, on the other hand, were tightly wrapped by her labia majora, and couldn't be seen even when her legs were spread. Only a few fine hairs were distributed around the labia majora, making it a plump, white, youthful vulva—my favorite type. It was already broad daylight. It was time to cook for my daughter, but my tongue still lingered on her vulva, especially her large, translucent clitoris, which I couldn't get enough of. I gently rubbed my glans against her vulva and vigorously stroked it with my hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the alarm clock in my daughter's room rang—six o'clock. Only then did I realize: Stop immediately! Don't delay the important matter! Cooking was out of the question. I hurriedly dressed and went outside to buy some large fruits and a bottle of milk. When I returned, my daughter was already dressed, acting as if nothing had happened, only deliberately avoiding my gaze. She quickly ate a bite, said "goodbye," and left. I went to my daughter's room and found her underwear under the bed; it was the one she had just worn, still sticky. I licked it frantically, using it to cover my penis and masturbate, thinking about my daughter's pink labia minora, plump labia majora, glistening clitoris, and those few soft pubic hairs. I ejaculated immediately, right onto my daughter's pants!I imagined what my daughter was feeling at that moment: she must be amazed: "Daddy's thing is so big? How did it get inside Mommy? Is that hairy thing down there what they call the scrotum in the books?" Yes, my penis is very large; I measured it, exactly fourteen centimeters, which is considered large for a Chinese person. I felt the bed move slightly. Perhaps my daughter was reaching down at that moment, her middle finger sliding along the mons pubis into the vulva, moving back and forth on the labia minora, occasionally pausing and teasing the clitoris. Suddenly, my daughter reached into my pants and grabbed my penis, as if afraid it would run away. Perhaps my daughter really couldn't take it anymore, so I reached my hand towards her genitals, gently searching for the clitoris with my middle finger. Ah, my daughter found the clitoris and gently rubbed it. My daughter began to breathe heavily, short and forceful. I knew my daughter was excited and had reached an orgasm. I straightened my daughter, laid her flat on her back, straddled her, pulled down her pants, buried my head in her genitals, and, using the dawn light, parted her labia majora. Two small, pink, thin labia appeared before my eyes. My tongue involuntarily darted out, licking them wildly, swallowing the secretions. My daughter, after all, was a child who had never had sex; she simply silently enjoyed the pleasure I brought her by stimulating her genitals, breathing heavily. Although I hadn't taken off my pants, my penis was already erect. I pressed my daughter's hand onto my penis, "Stroke it harder, harder!" I told her, and she began to stroke my hard, large penis. The clitoris above my daughter's labia minora was now the size of a pea, red and glistening. I teased it with my tongue, while my hands were already kneading my daughter's breasts. My daughter's breasts were full and firm, just not as big as her mother's. I turned over, lay down next to my daughter, opened my mouth wide, and cupped my daughter's breasts, which were transitioning into adulthood. My daughter's nipples weren't fully developed yet, the typical firm type for a twelve or thirteen-year-old, with pink areolas surrounding them. I suckled her breasts vigorously, alternating between them, while my large penis rubbed in her hands. I moved her hands away and pushed my penis towards her vulva, rubbing it back and forth on the outside. Since her vulva was already wet, the friction of my penis against her inner thighs felt like penetration. My daughter began to moan involuntarily. I really wanted to insert my penis into her vagina, but I didn't, for some reason. I spread her legs again, and then spread her much thicker labia and began to lick them wildly. Everyone says daughters resemble their mothers, and it's true, except that her mother's labia majora weren't as firm and full as hers; when her legs were closed, her labia minora were slightly exposed and a darker color. My daughter's labia minora, on the other hand, were tightly wrapped by her labia majora, and couldn't be seen even when her legs were spread. Only a few fine hairs were distributed around the labia majora, making it a plump, white, youthful vulva—my favorite type. It was already broad daylight. It was time to cook for my daughter, but my tongue still lingered on her vulva, especially her large, translucent clitoris, which I couldn't get enough of. I gently rubbed my glans against her vulva and vigorously stroked it with my hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the alarm clock in my daughter's room rang—six o'clock. Only then did I realize: Stop immediately! Don't delay the important matter! Cooking was out of the question. I hurriedly dressed and went outside to buy some large fruits and a bottle of milk. When I returned, my daughter was already dressed, acting as if nothing had happened, only deliberately avoiding my gaze. She quickly ate a bite, said "goodbye," and left. I went to my daughter's room and found her underwear under the bed; it was the one she had just worn, still sticky. I licked it frantically, using it to cover my penis and masturbate, thinking about my daughter's pink labia minora, plump labia majora, glistening clitoris, and those few soft pubic hairs. I ejaculated immediately, right onto my daughter's pants!

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