[Dad, Dad, I love Dad]

Dad, Dad, I Love Dad

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I got married very early, to someone I thought I loved. Life after marriage went by quickly; soon I
became pregnant and had a beautiful daughter—Ann. The first year was pretty perfect,
but soon Brad—my poor husband—lost his job. He started drinking
and racked up a lot of debt. He also learned to get angry and often yelled at me, even over the smallest
household chores…

Finally, one day, he started hitting me. Although it was just a slap, it was enough to
send me flying against the wall. From that day on, he gradually became a nightmare in my life. Because after
he tasted the pleasure of hitting me, he started practicing his Chinese drunken boxing on me even more often.

At first, he would just slap me a few times, then it became a continuous barrage of punches and kicks. The final
result was that I left him, taking my daughter—Ann—with me, and returned to my old home—
my dad's home.

Dad was very happy to have us. It was a big house
where . My mother died shortly after we all left, and I imagine my father was lonely at home. When
I was little, my father and I weren't very close. He was always working, often working overtime for our family
. And when he had free time, he always spent it with the boys in the family.

The biggest reason I returned home was the constant threats and pain. Living with Brad,
even though he didn't hit me all the time, turned me into a timid mouse, always worried that
even the slightest sound would attract a cat from the dark corner. Now, I'm in my own home. It's
the safest place here. I can have a room alone with Ann, and I have my father to take care of me. I found that when I
was with Brad, I was timid and helpless, often trembling uncontrollably. But when I
was with my father, I was so happy.

My heart is filled with gratitude for my father. I enjoy doing every chore, even
washing dishes. I love doing everything he needs. I was grateful to him for the safety I felt, and my love for him
slowly grew in my heart.

Often, I would hug him with happiness, my dad! Sometimes, I would even gently pat his
bottom and joke with him. Life seemed to have returned to when I was a young girl. From childhood to adulthood,
only now do I have a dad who is completely my own, because now he has
so much more . He no longer works overtime and comes home promptly at 5 pm every day. And I
always greet him at the door, kiss him, and enjoy the dinner I prepare for him together.

I guess you might not be interested in this kind of loving father-son relationship, right? Don't worry, the story begins like this
.

It was a rather hot day, and I was wearing a thin shirt. Underneath the thin outer layer, I wasn't wearing a bra
because my breasts are firm and round, and not very large, so I didn't actually need to wear one. As
usual, I hugged him warmly when he came home and while he ate dinner.

After dinner, I diligently cleaned up the dishes. Because I hate the heat, air conditioning is
an indispensable part of my life, so I was being extra nice to him today in order to get one. This
was one of my tricks when I was a child. I knew that as long as I pleased my elders, I could get benefits from them.

After washing the dishes, I went to the bathroom to wash my hair. I clipped some pretty
clips to make myself look cuter, and then I went to the living room.

"Dad?" I greeted him.

"Hello, baby?" I sat on his lap, rocking back and forth, and rubbed my head against him.

He reached out and hugged me. "Baby, what's up?" His voice sounded amused.

"What do you want to say?"

I stated my request.

"When you're circling around me like a big-eyed puppy, I can
tell what you want just by hearing your voice." He chuckled, twitching
his nose like a puppy.

I pouted and said, "But I really do love you."

I sat up a little and put my hands on his shoulders. Immediately, I felt something hard pressing
against my buttocks. I was startled—he was erect!

This discovery initially shocked me, but then I was swept up
in .

First, I felt a kind of sexual pleasure. I knew it was him, my lovely father's penis, pointing at me. This was understandable, because since
my mother died five years ago, I believed he hadn't experienced any sexual pleasure. As for me, I considered sex
almost irrelevant. I was taught that if you wanted to perform well in front of your man
, the best way was to relax as much as possible and pray it didn't go too deep.

My sex life with Brad after marriage was always rushed and superficial. He would work on me for four or five minutes,
then roll away to sleep, panting. I'd heard of orgasms, but never had the chance to experience them; I
'd never even masturbated. For me, the mere thought of sex conjured up words like "dirty," "
vulgar ," and "disgusting"... But that... didn't matter. Didn't it? Since I already
harbored such love for my father, his erection only brought me secret pleasure.

I must admit, before this, I'd never considered that my father might want to fuck me, not even for a
second . Only Brad liked to fuck me when he was drunk. So when I felt my father
's powerfully erect penis pressing against my vagina, a wicked smile spread across my face.

I deliberately rubbed against him, slightly shifting my body so that my breasts rubbed back and forth against his
chest.

“Dad, I find it strange,” I chuckled, “why can’t we have air conditioning?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” he sighed, licking his lips.

“It won’t cost too much,” I pleaded.

“Air conditioning is useless; we rarely have hot weather.”

“Only you think that,” I scoffed.

“This won’t do; it’s too wasteful,” he said.

“No…please…” I kissed his face, then his neck, then his face again.

“Laurie,” he said, his voice a little hoarse.

“You’re kind of like my husband now, aren’t you, Dad?” I asked, things starting to get
a little messy.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, air conditioning is one of the things a man should provide for his woman.”

“But you’re not my woman…you’re my daughter.”

“Now I’m your woman,” I said, “I cook for you and clean the house.”

“And…” I drawled, “I can do other things for you too.” I
stroked his broad chest and kissed his lips again.

He was jolted back to reality, swallowing nervously. "Laurie..." he
said uneasily.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy," I said. "I'm a mature woman."

"But your actions aren't quite mature."

"Don't worry, I'm not crazy." I grinned.

"That's why you feel hot and irritable."

"What did you say? I..." I moved my hands down and began gently pressing on his penis, which
made him gasp.

"Laurie, stop! You're getting off!" He tried to push me away, but I held
him , wrapping my arms around him. He tried to push me away, but I
clung to him like a giant octopus.

"Laurie, do as I say!"

"Daddy!" I looked up at him firmly.

"I know what men need. You're a man, and I'm a mature woman." I grabbed
his hands, pulled them out, and placed them on my firm breasts.

He hurriedly pulled his hands back, but I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his
hands.

His penis throbbed beneath me; his hands rubbed against my breasts; his eyes
lingered .

I reached behind my back, found the drawstring of my shirt, and untied it. The shirt fell down,
exposing my breasts. He began to pant, licking his lips incessantly. So I took his hand again and pressed it against my
bare breasts. I felt this passion was a bit too much; I had never done
this . I think I was actually arousing him… what do you think?

He was excited by the sight he saw, which made me even more excited. He began to move
his hand on my breasts, touching and caressing them, then using his hand to… rubbing my nipples back and forth, quickly making them erect, and I began to feel heat all over my body.

I licked my lips. "Go on, Daddy," I whispered in his ear, "I want
you."

He squeezed my breasts again and again. His breathing became rougher, and
he poured more and more passion into the two soft mounds in his hands.

"Oh, my child!" he gasped.

He kept touching, pinching, and squeezing my breasts, and I moved my body slightly away to expose
more of to him. Then he lowered his head, licked my nipple, looked at it with satisfaction, and began
to suckle it. I was overjoyed by his pleasure, and
I let out a happy sigh as his tongue licked back and forth on my nipple.

Because he was happy, I was happy.

And my breasts showed great enthusiasm for his work. Brad had never spent
so much time on my breasts. Most of the time, he squeezed them hard, which made me feel
far than pleasure. And what was worse, Brad would sometimes even bite them.

My father was caressing my breasts in a way no one had ever done before. He gently rubbed my nipples
back and forth , pressing them occasionally. He licked the two pink buds incessantly, then
sucked rhythmically, one at a time. All of this made me feel…so hot! Oh, his eager mouth,
the way he sucked, the way he licked, and the gentle tapping of his teeth. My breasts seemed a little swollen from the heat
, and my nipples throbbed with an excitement I had never felt before.

I was surprised that he was spending so much time on my breasts, and he wasn't in a hurry to stop.
No one had ever spent so much effort on my breasts before, and today my breasts felt
a pleasure . I felt my heart beating faster, my blood flowing more violently. There was
a heat burning between my legs, and my lower abdomen became wet, warm, and filled with real pleasure.

Dad finally grabbed my clothes and pulled them up. I quickly shifted my body to let him pull the hem of my
clothes off. As he pulled my clothes up, I obediently raised my hands.

Now, I was only wearing my tiny panties. He started touching and squeezing my breasts again. I felt
a little embarrassed, but he was my father anyway, so it didn't matter.
He had seen me naked when I was little.

His fingers slid inside the edge of my shorts, gripped them, and slowly pulled them down. My
body trembled slightly; my soft, hairy vulva was about to be exposed to his eyes for the first time in my life!

When he finally took off my shorts, my face turned slightly red. Now I was completely naked, and Dad's hands
were free to explore my body.

I tilted my head back, and he held me with one arm and kissed my lips. He sucked back, and I thrust forward.
He then offered his sweet lips. This time I opened my mouth, licking his lips back and forth, then swirling them inside his mouth
. His other hand caressed my breasts, then moved down to my abdomen, thrusting
between my legs. He found my vulva, pressing hard, and I immediately began to gasp with pleasure,
a fire quickly spreading throughout my body.

His fingers explored my vulva passionately like tongues, my breathing becoming increasingly labored, my
body growing more and more aroused, I rubbed my entire body against his hand. Overwhelmed by excitement, I
gasped and moaned.

"Good Daddy!" I gasped.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I felt a finger pierce through me, splitting the dense folds, passing through my tight, warm, smooth
labia, moving back and forth inside my vulva. I gasped again, arching my body.

I was shocked by my own excitement, shocked by my boiling pleasure.

I arched my body on his fingers, then felt another finger enter deep inside me. "Yes
! Yes! Oh! Daddy! Daddy! Oh!" I gasped.

"Do you like this, child?" he gasped too.

"Oh!"

He inserted his fingers deep inside me, all the way to the knuckles. I could only wobble
helplessly . His fingers quickly found my clitoris below and began to pinch it. He
touched my clitoris between my legs and rubbed it back and forth.

The fire roared and exhaled hot air, and the hot air rose in the fire, enamored with it.

I gasped in shock and pleasure, arching my back, my whole body trembling. My thighs and my
genitals as a whole rose high in the climax. This was the first climax of my life, and now it
passed through my body and pierced my heart.

When Daddy put me down, I kept shaking my head. I gasped for breath, murmuring
pleas, wave after wave of pleasure surging through my nerves and burning my body. Then I became completely
weak, breathing heavily. I lay exhausted after my orgasm, my chest heaving, trembling and disoriented.

My father bent down and kissed my breasts. He pulled me up and lifted me into his strong arms. He took
me upstairs to his bedroom—the master bedroom. Ever since I knew what my parents' bedroom was, I had never been
allowed into that place. He led me into the room and placed me on the bed, then calmly unbuttoned his
shirt and took it off. He then unzipped his trousers and pulled down the zipper. I lay naked on
his bed watching him pull down the zipper, watching him take off his trousers. He finally took off his own trousers, and
my eyes lingered on the bulges in his shorts.

Then he simply pulled his shorts off as well, and now he was naked, naked like me,
with nothing at all. He was still strong and powerful, his muscles bulging. I was a petite woman, like my
mother , but my father was over six feet tall and very strong.

His penis was thick and hard, much bigger than Brad's, and the hair on it seemed
thicker than Brad's... It was so thick, so black, and so hairy that I could hardly
look . He lifted my legs and spread them apart, then placed them on the bed. I opened my knees, and
my father knelt between them, caressing my firm breasts and flat stomach.

Next, he covered me, his body sliding over my smooth skin until his whole body was on
top of me, until we were face to face, eyes to eyes, stomach to stomach.

His body was too heavy for me, but compared to Brad, it felt incredibly intimate.

I could feel his entire body, his strong muscles, his broad chest. He kissed me, and I
wrapped my arms around his back, holding him tightly, kissing him back, everything filled with love and devotion. He
caressed my breasts, moving down my body.

I felt his penis, hard and thick, pressing against my stomach.

He lifted his buttocks, grasped the head of his penis, and shoved it into my vagina.

I felt his penis find my pussy and finally enter. My vagina enveloped it, and it
moved happily inside me.

As it filled my vagina, I couldn't help but moan. My pussy tightened, yet it didn't
hurt. The feeling was wonderful...full...exciting...I could feel his penis enveloping me
, feel it filling my pussy, and even feel its pleasure!

Dad moved on top of me, his penis churning deep inside me. It became the source of all my pleasure,
deeply stirring the depths of my heart, a place no one had ever been to before. His lips and mine searched for
each other , our tongues intertwining. Then he began to swirl and penetrate me with his whole body.
Slowly, his penis grew thicker and harder, rubbing against my clitoris.

An inexplicable warmth filled my mind, my knees spread wider, and I
moaned , "Fuck me, Daddy!"

I gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

He held my head tightly, pressing his lips against mine, almost sealing them together. He
began to thrust his cock inside me, slowly but firmly. The fire within me
ignited and rose again and again, my chest heaving. He released my head, his hands moving down
to hold my buttocks tightly, his fingers almost digging into my anus as he thrust harder. He pulled my
buttocks upward to meet his penetration, and I encouraged his thrusts with my wanton cries. His scrotum slammed against my
vulva, as if asking for directions, making my pussy feel like it was burning.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!" he gasped.

"Oh, my daughter! My daughter!"

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!" I cried out,
arching my body high towards him.

His penis thrust harder into my vagina, and as he entered me, he couldn't help but
roughly saw across my clitoris as he withdrew. I held him dazedly, muttering something unintelligible, occasionally...
I moaned softly. My entire body was being thoroughly cleansed in a sea of sexual desire. My vagina became
the source of all my pleasure, the center of my consciousness, and...
Finally, I came. My mind was racing, and I felt as if I were sinking into a swamp of pleasure,
overwhelmed by extreme joy. My father's penis throbbed inside me, penetrating deeper and deeper, striving to bring me
to new orgasms.

Then he ejaculated inside me too. As his semen shot violently into my belly, I felt as if
endless pleasure was being poured into my body like that liquid, foreshadowing a new life to come.

This is how I was born. I thought absently, breathing softly. His semen created my
body , and now it was inside me again.

Afterwards, we lay together, gently kissing and caressing each other's bodies. I was moved by the pleasure he gave me
, and we became closer than with anyone I had ever met before
.

After a while, he started again, sucking on my breasts, then moving over my stomach
to between my legs, licking down there with his tongue. My eyes widened. I had heard that men
could lick a woman's private parts, but no one had ever done this for me before; Brad had never
been interested in it. My father knelt between my legs, propping himself up on his elbows, examining my vulva closely.
He looked so closely that I felt a little embarrassed, but compared to my physical excitement, this
embarrassment was like a boulder in a swamp, disappearing in an instant.

His hands gently caressed my thighs, pressing his thumb against my soft labia, slowly rubbing
them, then gently parting them to reveal the moist, pink vaginal flesh. He looked at it, then lowered his
head and licked the tender flesh along my vulva with the tip of his tongue. I gasped for breath, biting my lip, looking at him and
feeling him. His tongue was like a flame; when it touched my pink vaginal flesh, my whole body
trembled uncontrollably. I felt it probe into my vagina, licking back and forth inside. He
sucked at the entrance of my vagina, then moved upwards to my clitoris.

When his lips touched my clitoris, it felt like an explosion occurred inside me; pleasure roared like
a flame within me, making my whole body tremble. My head slammed down, leaning against the bed, my eyes staring
blankly at the ceiling. His lips continued to suck on my clitoris, then licked it again with his tongue.
My clitoris became erect again; it was so sensitive and wanton, and everything he did
was just right , so waves of pleasure rippled through my body.

He sucked and licked with all his might, scraping and nibbling back and forth, rubbing, touching, teasing, and squeezing
... And so, with a resounding scream, I came again, and then again, and then again... For a considerable,
considerable amount of time, my father sucked and licked my genitals. What he did for me was something I had never
imagined before, much less tried. My body was torn apart by pleasure again and again, and soon I reached
my fourth orgasm. My body was covered in sweat, my hair stuck to my face, and I was gasping for breath.

He stepped back a little, kneeling between my trembling thighs, and pointed his penis straight at me. His
penis was already hard again, and I grasped it with longing. He rubbed his penis back and forth on my clitoris,
teasing me. I moaned, expressing how much I needed it with a crying sound.

"Daddy~~!" I moaned, "Fuck me~~! Fuck me~~~!"

He thrust in, and immediately I let out a sigh of bliss. Then he grabbed my knees, lifted
them , and pressed them against my chest. He pressed them against me forcefully, a method Brad had used before,
but only now did I feel pleasure, a deep-seated need. His body pressed
down on , his weight on my legs, thrusting downwards, faster and harder.

He started fucking me again, fucking me, there were no suitable words to describe it.

This wasn't sex, it was fucking!

I was being fucked, and being fucked hard by my own father. He thrust
his cock into me with tremendous force and speed, trying to penetrate my abdomen. His hips slammed upwards against my mons pubis,
pressing me tightly against the bed. My cries seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and pain. My insides
were contorted with the back and forth of his cock, my body trembled in ecstatic pleasure, and I closed my eyes helplessly
.

I came again, the explosion inside me bringing me boundless pleasure once more. My father thrust his cock wildly
, and my mind went haywire in the waves of ecstasy, like a small boat on a vast ocean.

With each new thrust, the poor bed creaked beneath us,
groaning like me, while the springs propelled us up again and again… I was drowning in a helpless sea of desire
, unable to breathe, unable to think. My father's cock, still dripping with my juices, like a fiery sun,
relentlessly advanced into our shared tunnel of intercourse.

Then he came inside me too, his semen gushing violently within my vagina. My vagina
spasmed , sucking at his penis. He cursed, groaned, squeezing his semen into me until the last
drop. This didn't change anything between my father and me. At least, my feelings for him did
n't change, and perhaps neither did his; the only change was in desire and pleasure.

Now you see, in just one week, we've become as wanton as rabbits.

Dad was delighted to experience sexual pleasure again, especially since this girl had a young and hot body. I, on the other hand, was overjoyed
to have rediscovered physical pleasure, and it was hard for us not to be attracted to each other.

We bathed together, and in the tub, I would sit on his penis. He fucked me at the dining table and on
the sofa . He always licked my vagina, while I sucked his penis. We kissed and
hugged more often. His hands often explored my body, squeezing my buttocks or breasts, or
fiddling between my legs.

I think the best position, and my favorite position, is like all the little dogs, letting Dad
fuck me from behind. To me, I am his wife, and he is my man. I am willing to kneel
before like a bitch and let him ride me and bring me to orgasm. I fell in love with sex and
deeply loved Dad for giving me so much wonderful sex education. I became so...sexy...so
...hot, my heart was always full of desire.

Dad would always pull me out of melancholy and let me experience pleasure with him. He would pull me into his
ass, or pin me down on a table or chair, or lean me against a wall, and then
grope me back and forth under my pants or under my skirt. And within a minute, I would go
crazy ! I was a helpless prisoner before my awakened desire, but I was willing.

From that day on, I immediately moved into Dad's room. We spent
a lot , it seemed that only this could arouse our interest.

Sex was the first thing we did before going to sleep and when we woke up in the morning. I didn't want to find
any other men outside, because my father and I were exactly what each other needed. I felt a smug sense of pride

when I thought about other women in their married lives, trembling before their husbands, or doing this and that to
beg for their little acts of affection.
Of all the men in the world, my father was the best, the warmest, the gentlest, and the best in bed.
Why would want anyone else?

My father treated me like the most loving father, never scolding me. But then one day, when I told him
I was pregnant, he got a little angry. I secretly stopped taking birth control pills and didn't tell him about
the pregnancy immediately. By the time I told him, it was too late; I couldn't change the fact
.

I gave birth to a son, and then twins, girls. After that, my father made me take birth control pills every day, but I think he was still happy that

there were more children in the house . 　　A few years later, when Ann was old enough and, like a little animal in heat in spring, began to show signs of sexual awareness , I convinced her father to educate her, showing her how much pleasure a woman can derive from her own body. 　　I didn't want my daughter to be a novice in this area—like Brad, or like me , bored with sex. 　　She was a little reluctant at first, but soon she became an enthusiastic participant in our sex life . Her father even taught us how to lick each other's genitals so that we could satisfy each other when he wasn't around. 　　Too many people, like I used to be, are unaware of their sexual ignorance and awkwardness, never exploring how to make themselves happier. 　　It's a shame that too many girls don't learn about sex from their fathers.

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