[Spending the weekend with my father]

Today is a rare special day; it's just my father and me at home, which makes me very
happy.
I've always tried my best to make him proud and satisfied. But my father is busy with work every day, and when he comes
home, I'm usually already in bed. However, when he's home on weekends, I share
his time with my mother and brother. But this summer, my brother went camping, leaving me alone at home. My mother
is either busy with her golf game or at the beach, leaving me alone at home most of the time.
This past Thursday evening, my father suddenly told me to pack some clothes; he planned to go
camping with me. Hearing this, I jumped for joy and skipped back to my room to pack my
camping essentials. Thinking back to the last time it was just the two of us, I couldn't remember when it was
—perhaps it's been too long. After I finished packing, I went to sleep with a smile. I'm really happy tonight;
it seems my father will be spending a long time with me.
I happily jumped into my father's car and sat beside him. With the car stereo on, listening to upbeat
music, and watching the scenery rush past the window, I occasionally glanced at my father beside me,
a little surprised that he was traveling alone with me. Even so, I was genuinely
happy.
For my age, I am indeed a bit short, petite. Most of the boys at school
thought so, but I have long brown hair, green eyes, and a pretty face; my cute appearance
always draws compliments. My mother often says I have slightly upturned, very friendly and sexy
lips. Although I am petite, I exercise regularly and have a good physique, somewhat muscular,
much like my father.
I looked up at my father beside me; he was five feet nine inches tall, with brown hair mixed with some gray
, and also had green eyes, only his lips weren't as sexy as mine. Regardless, I thought my father was very handsome.
We arrived at the campsite in the evening. I took the camping gear from the car, and my father started setting up the pointed
tent. We'd been driving all day and weren't feeling like cooking, so we had sandwiches for dinner. After dinner
, we decided to explore the area and discovered the campsite was on a slightly sloping spot. The sun
was gradually setting, but it was still quite bright. It was truly beautiful! Looking at the evening sunlight, the setting sun was like blood,
constantly changing colors, with streaks of light passing through the pine trees.
I walked ahead, and my father followed behind. As we walked, I teased him, and we
laughed and talked, our cheerful laughter echoing through the night. We looked down at the magnificent valley before us, covered in
green grass and dotted with wildflowers—it was incredibly beautiful.
Then, my father started playing around with me too, pretending to push me over. I lost my balance and had to
hold onto his belt tightly. I knew he didn't really mean to push me over; he was just joking. Just
then, I noticed my father's large hand on my back, gently stroking it back and forth.
I had no choice but to move away from him. Unexpectedly, he pulled me around, so
I was facing him. Then he embraced me warmly. This passionate embrace felt
completely different from usual. I could feel his strength and the hardness of his lower body. Wow! I
suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my groin began to throb and ache.
This disturbance made me slightly tense, and I finally pushed him away forcefully. But I still pretended it
was just a game, though I knew very well that it wasn't. I told my father it was late and we should go back
. My father took my hand, and we started heading back to the campsite.
As we walked, my father's arm remained around my shoulder, and I loved that feeling, as if I belonged only
to him. I nestled against him, heading straight towards the campsite.
"The sky is still so beautiful," my father whispered in my ear. The once orange-red clouds were gradually
being obscured by a purplish-blue. Millions of stars began to twinkle in the sky.
Such a beautiful sight was never possible in the city.
My father suggested, "When we get back to camp, let's change into our pajamas, light a fire, and watch
the stars all night long. Maybe we'll even see a shooting star."
Back at camp, I told my father I'd change and come right back. When I took off my underwear, I discovered
it was completely soaked—something that only happened when I masturbated. What could be
the reason? Could it be because of my father? No, how could that be? He's my father! How could I think that?
But what could it be? Was it the dampness of the mountains?
I stepped out of the tent. My father was sitting by the fire. I went to him. He patted the blanket beside him and
told me to sit down. I sat down as instructed, and my father pulled me closer to him, making me lean against him. His
warm body felt very comfortable. I rested my head on his shoulder. His hands
began to wander, then tickled my armpits a few times. I giggled and tried to twist my body, trying
to get away from him. But my father held me tightly, and I had no choice but to give up struggling.
Next, my father pulled up my loose nightgown and pulled it off my neck. My entire youthful and perfect
body was now in my father's view. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but my wrists were already held by my father, making me
unable to move.
My father's hands were on my stomach, slowly moving upwards until his large hands grasped my breasts.
With my father's pinch, my nipples immediately hardened, feeling as if they were about to burst. This swollen
and throbbing sensation was something I had never experienced before. My father's fingers moved over my breasts, gently rubbing
them. I was terrified, yet also felt a strange pleasure, so I closed my eyes and slowly savored the sensations my father was giving me.
Then I felt his head lean closer, and he began sucking on my nipple, firmly gripping my
wrist, rendering me unable to resist. My consciousness began to fade, and I could only hear my own moans! This feeling...
It felt so wonderful. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, naturally and wantonly lifting and swaying them. I never imagined
such a lewd act would happen to me. All of this was something I had never experienced before, making
me feel dizzy.
My father sucked on my nipples forcefully, and at the same time, I felt his hand move down, between my legs
. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him, yearning for his caresses. Finally, my father's hand slipped inside my shorts, touching
my soaking wet genitals. I realized my face had turned hot and red.
My father released my wrists and pulled down my shorts. He then gripped my wrists tightly, pushing my hands
over my head. My father began to spread my legs. I closed my eyes in shame, but because I was so nervous,
my legs remained tightly closed. To be honest, I was terrified and wanted it to stop immediately. It
all felt like a dream, so unbelievable. My father and I were actually doing this. For a moment
, I felt like I was floating.
Just then, I felt my father's tongue licking my vulva and sucking on my clitoris.
Every night before bed, I would rub my clitoris with my fingers, but this feeling was
a hundred times better than that.
The intense pleasure made me moan loudly, and I arched my hips, trying to get as close to his mouth as possible. He
licked my labia while inserting his fingers—it seemed like two fingers, but I couldn't be sure.
Then, my father's large hands simultaneously climbed onto my breasts, tormenting my nipples with his fingers. What
a feeling! It was so wonderful. Although my nipples were a little sore, deep inside me, this torment
was so pleasurable. I began to feel dizzy; nothing else mattered except not wanting him to stop.
I clearly felt my father's fingers stirring inside my vulva. My breathing immediately became rapid, and my head
kept shaking. I was drenched in sweat, my body convulsing, wave after wave of desire rising,
growing faster and stronger with each passing moment.
I finally climaxed, my juices flowing freely. I groaned loudly, thrusting my vulva upwards, pressing it tightly against
my father's lips. The heat subsided slowly, but I could still feel my heart pounding.
I could hear nothing but my own panting. In the height of my excitement, my
father bound my wrists with my underwear. Then he stood up, looking down at me. I couldn't
meet his gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed and afraid.
Standing before me, I could clearly see his enormous member, bulging his trousers high. Finally,
he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his large, thick penis.
It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's penis; it was much larger than I'd imagined. His glans was enormous,
almost a purplish-red like the night sky. I stared at his penis, and everything around me seemed to freeze.
My father told me to take it in my mouth. Without thinking, I did as he said. He told me
to suck it hard, like eating a popsicle. I did as he instructed, and he kept explaining how to do it,
how to suck it. Soon, I felt a great change in his penis. His breathing became
rapid. I was happy; I could excite him, and it made me feel quite proud.
My father gripped my head tightly, thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth, making
it hurt a little, but I didn't want him to stop.
He ignored me, holding my head and wrist still, his thick, strong penis relentlessly
pushing deep into my throat, filling my mouth completely. There was no space in my mouth;
I could only breathe through my nose, which was very difficult. Then I heard my father begin to groan, and his hips moved more violently, his penis
thrusting in and out forcefully, each stroke reaching deep into my throat. Suddenly, my father ejaculated, shooting it all into my
mouth, allowing me to slowly savor its taste.
When I tried to spit out the semen, my father firmly grabbed my head. I understood his meaning; I had no
choice but to swallow his semen. Only after I had swallowed all of it did my father slowly loosen his
grip and withdraw. My hands were still bound, but I managed to stand up. I didn't know
what to do for a moment, so I ran back to the tent. I lay down, thinking about everything that had just happened, and finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dawn.
I found myself alone in the tent, but I could hear my father tending the campfire. I
was still completely naked; it was a bit chilly on this August morning. I looked at my wrists; they were still bound
. I thought for a moment, then decided to leave the tent and ask my father to untie me. When I stepped out, my father was
drinking coffee by the fire. I walked up to him naked, my hands still bound by my underwear, making
me feel incredibly embarrassed. My father looked up, saw me standing there, and put down his cup.
"Hmm! Being bound like this is too shameful," I bit my lip, looking down at the ground, trying not to hear
my own voice.
My father stood up and lifted my chin with his hand. When I looked up at him, I saw him smiling at me.
The smile seemed a little mocking, yet also seemed to show satisfaction. He reached out and
embraced me, and I felt a surge of love. My father kissed my forehead.
"My darling, you're such a beautiful child," my father whispered. "I can't believe
you're my good daughter."
I blushed. "Thank you, Dad," I said timidly.
My father took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, opened the blade, and gently cut off my underwear from my wrist.
"Wasting a pair of underwear just to embarrass you," he said with a laugh.
"It's alright, I have another one with me," I giggled.
"Alright! Han, wash your face and get dressed. We're planning a hiking trip today."
I went back to the tent, grabbed my clothes, and ran to the camp bathroom. I was in a good mood. Last night, my father and I
had shared that kind of thing, and it was so wonderful. I wondered if my father would do it with me again.
But could I think that way? I quickly washed up and ran back to camp. After breakfast, we began our
hike.
The weather was great. It was cool all around, with a slight warmth. The sky was a clear blue, without a single cloud
. We walked on until we came to a trail. Father decided to give it a try, knowing I could manage
. We climbed, scaling huge boulders, and finally reached the summit. We didn't
say a word during this stretch, just focused intently on the climb.
At the top, Father suggested it was time for lunch. I can't remember how long we'd been climbing, maybe several hours.
I sat on a large rock, looking down at the distant scenery. It was unbelievable; the valley miles away was still
clearly visible. Even the air smelled different. Father gave me a sandwich, and I ate
while thinking about the previous night. It all seemed like an illusion, but I knew it wasn't. I looked at my wrist;
the marks from where my underwear had bound it were still there. I stared blankly at this shameful mark, yet a strange sense of pride welled up inside me.
When I looked at my father, I found him looking at me too. His gaze made me blush. He
smiled and asked if I was alright.
"Yes, Dad, why do you ask?" I asked.
My father stood up and walked towards me. "You seem very quiet today. Are you really alright? I want
your answer."
Was he joking? "Dad, I'm alright. I'm very happy. Having you here is better than
anything. I'm really fine!" I replied.
My father stopped in front of me, placed his hand on my shoulder, and lifted my chin, turning my face
towards him. Then he bent down and kissed my lips. As he kissed me, his hands roamed over my back
, pulling me closer to him. My father's tongue slipped into my mouth.
It wasn't my first time kissing; I'd kissed a few times with a boy at school. I slipped my tongue
into my father's mouth and began to entwine it with his, my practiced movements surprising him somewhat. We stood
kissing, as if it would never end, as if we were dreaming, as if there was nothing else in the world but
my father and me. My father finally stopped, standing right in front of me, and I saw the hardness between his legs.
I became frightened and dared not look into his eyes again.
He must have noticed my embarrassment, because he smiled at me and said, "Let's go back."
We walked back along the road, climbing down the mountain back to our campsite. On the way, I kept thinking, wondering
what would happen tonight.
At my father's suggestion, I washed my hands and face before preparing dinner. When I returned from the bathroom
, my father had already lit the fire, and we quietly cooked dinner, each of us probably wondering about the same
thing. What I was thinking about was whether my father would make love to me, inserting his thick, large penis into my vagina
. I already knew a lot about sex, having learned it from my female classmates at school. But he's my father. Could I
do this with him? I have no doubt that my father wants me.
It's one thing to say it, but actually making love with him is another. Perhaps we'll do
the same thing as last night. Yes, that kind of thing really feels amazing. I really want to do it with him again
. Especially with my wrists tied, it's a little painful, but the feeling is so exciting. I'm really
something, pain can excite me! As I pondered this, I felt my father's gaze. I stirred the
soup while looking deeply into his eyes.
"Is the soup ready, my child?" my father asked.
"Almost, Dad," I told him. I was worried about this dinner, wondering what would happen afterward
.
After a dinner of vegetable soup and fried eggs, we cleaned everything up thoroughly. We did nothing,
just sat facing each other, looking at the fire.
"Are you happy with an old man like me?" my father suddenly asked with a smile.
“Of course, Dad, I like it this way. I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”
My father nodded in agreement. “Me too.” He then asked me to sit down next to him.
I sat close to him, snuggling against him. “I love you, Dad,” I whispered to him
.
I felt his arms wrap around me and embrace me. “I love you too, my angel,” he whispered back.
“You really make Dad happy.”
We sat close like that, and my father’s hand slowly moved down my shoulder to my
chest, until his large hand grasped one of my breasts.
“Such full and beautiful breasts,” he said, as if giving a comment. But I noticed that his voice
sounded a little different.
I giggled because I felt weak. But my father didn’t stop there. Through my flannel
shirt, he began to knead and play with my breasts, while his thumb and forefinger pinched and twisted my nipples. Finally,
he slipped his hand inside my shirt and continued to play with them.
“Do you like me playing with you like this?” he asked.
"I love it, Daddy, you're making me feel so good, it's really nice," I replied breathlessly.
I knew my voice was a little dry, and I could feel my vulva getting very wet. I kept
responding to my father's caresses.
My father told me to take off my clothes. Without thinking, I unbuttoned them and slid my shirt
down from my shoulders. He then told me to lie on the blanket, which I did as he asked. As he pressed close to me and suckled on one of my nipples,
I started to tremble all over. Then his hands moved down, loosened my jeans, and he knelt down, bent over,
and pulled off my jeans, along with my underwear, leaving me lying naked. My father just
stood there, staring at my naked body for a long time. "You're really beautiful. Do you like it when I kiss your vulva, Daddy's darling little daughter?" he 　　asked
exaggeratedly . 　　 I dared not open my eyes to see what he was doing. But I felt him kneel between my legs, bring his face close to my vulva 　　, and use his fingers to separate my labia, revealing my tender flesh, and begin to suckle. I was already...

It was so wet; I could clearly hear him sucking on my juices. He was also playing with me with his fingers, and I could only try to
spread my legs as wide as possible to satisfy him. At that moment, I desperately wanted something to be inserted into my vagina, to fill it. My vagina
was itching terribly, I was going crazy.
"Daddy…please…please do it with me." I really wanted to cry.
My father moved his mouth away. "What do you want me to do? My girl, tell me, beg me." His voice was very
harsh, commanding me.
"Fuck me…" I whispered. "Daddy, I beg you, I need…I need you to fuck me, let
Daddy's big penis go inside me."
"My good girl, have you ever been fucked by anyone else?" he asked.
"No, Daddy. I've never been fucked by anyone." I told him the truth. I was still a virgin, only once
, and that was through my clothes.
My father stood up and pulled down his pants. He knelt between my legs, pressing his penis against me and
rubbing the head of his penis against my vulva. Then I felt the head of his penis slowly enter. Yes, this was
the penis I wanted. I wanted more; I wanted my father's entire penis inside me. I couldn't hold back any longer and had to
thrust my hips upward.
"You're so lewd, so eager for me to enter. Tell me, how much do you want from me?" he
hissed at me.
"Yes, Daddy, please fuck me. I want the feeling of Daddy's entire penis inside me. Please fuck
me quickly..." I cried and begged him to fuck me.
My father moved slightly, then his large penis thrust in forcefully. I immediately felt a burning pain
, followed by a throbbing, dull ache. At that moment, he moved his penis in and out, beginning to thrust in and out, then
deeply penetrating, the pain and pleasure slowly mixing together. My father thrust rhythmically, and I tried my best to meet
his thrusts.
Wow! I really can't believe my virginity was taken by my father. It's so unreal, yet it 's true
, and being fucked by him only makes me more frenzied! I feel how big he is, pulling
me into the abyss again and again. My father hugs me tightly and flips me over, letting me ride on top of him, his penis still
inside me.
"Let you fuck Daddy, my good girl, move your hips hard and fuck me, let Daddy
ejaculate in your hot vagina."
I use my knees and hips to start moving my hips up and down, letting Daddy's big penis go in and out of me.
My sweat keeps pouring down, but compared to that, it's not as much as the amount of vaginal fluid. My father also starts
thrusting his hips. Oh? That's right, my father seems to be about to ejaculate. I know he's coming soon, so I move
and stroke him even faster. I try to get him inside my uterus as much as possible, I try to make him ejaculate inside me, and when he
plays with my clitoris, I can't help but be very surprised.
"Let me cum, fuck me well, keep going... Let's cum together, my good girl." He was
nearing orgasm.
Finally, my father ejaculated, and I could feel his first thrust, shooting deep into my uterus. Then I climaxed too
, so intensely. I straddled my father, my body convulsing, my vaginal fluid gushing out.
I collapsed, resting my head on his chest, savoring the afterglow of pleasure. My father still gripped me tightly,
his penis still thrusting in and out, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of his semen. We moved our hips together, sweat
and our bodies slowly melting together. I never imagined that the ending would feel so wonderful.
We finished, embracing each other as we lay down. I thought I had dozed off for a while, feeling quite comfortable
. My father whispered in my ear that we should get some sleep too. I slid down and stood up, only then realizing that
my father's semen was flowing from my vagina. I couldn't resist tasting it, so I inserted my finger into his genitals, my finger
becoming covered in semen. Then I put it in my mouth and licked it all away. I could even taste
the salt content of my father's semen, mixed with my own vaginal fluid. Then I noticed my father looking at me and smiling.
"You're such a slutty girl," he laughed.
My father took my hand and pulled me back to the tent. That night, I fell asleep against his chest and arm.
The next morning, we packed everything up and headed home. Fifteen minutes from the door, I decided
to ask him.
"Dad, will we do this again?" I asked.
"What do you mean? You mean camping?"
"No. I mean… um… um, making love," I stammered.
"My darling, of course we will. Otherwise, who will teach you to be a slutty woman?"
I smiled brightly; I could hardly wait any longer.

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