Father and daughter

I'll only tell you my true story.
My wife died when I was 30, a story I don't want to recount. If there's one stroke of luck, it's that she gave me a daughter. She brought me happiness when I was 26, a happiness that continues to this day.
The days after my wife's death were incredibly difficult. Without a woman's body, depression haunted me, and I often wept until I was 33, still living in memories. Then, in that same year, my daughter brought me unparalleled joy.
One evening, I was in my room. To be honest, I'd already set my sights on my daughter. So, while she was doing her homework, I pretended to cry. She heard me crying and turned around, asking, "Daddy, what's wrong?" I said, "I miss your mother." My daughter cried too, coming over to hug me. "
Daddy, don't cry," she said. I hugged her, and having not made love in so long, my penis instantly became erect. "Mommy's not here, but I'm with you," my innocent daughter said. "But there are some things you can't do like Mommy," I began to tempt her. Cruel, she was only 7 years old. I knew that, but her angelic face made me have all sorts of fantasies. I can't help it, I have a bit of a pedophile streak too.
"I can do what I can for you, Daddy, I'll help you with chores, wash the dishes," my daughter said. "You still have things to do, good girl."
"I'll try my best too, Daddy
." My hands started moving, kneading my daughter's chest. Actually, her chest wasn't much yet, flat, but it would grow bigger later, I know. "What are you doing, Daddy?" "***I can touch this, but you can't," I deliberately stopped, and started pretending to cry again. My daughter lowered her head in embarrassment. "Oh, then you can touch it, treat me like Mommy." I got my way. I hugged my daughter again. But I started to take off her shirt, and after only unbuttoning one button, my daughter cried out, "Daddy, no! It's ugly!" "No, good girl, Mommy is the same in many ways." My daughter stopped talking, and I took off her shirt. Wow, what a fair and tender little girl! Her flat chest, her two nipples like tiny green beans, red and delicate, her little belly button, her belly a little big—I guess all little girls are like that. My eyes burned as I stared at this alluring young body. My penis was painfully hard.
My daughter probably didn't want this and started to struggle. But I wouldn't let her; I put my mouth on her tiny green bean-like nipple. My daughter struggled even more. "Good boy, Mommy can let me eat this too, have pity on Daddy, good daughter." My daughter cried, "Daddy, this way you won't cry anymore, right?" "Yes, good daughter, from now on I'll be so happy, I'll make you delicious food, and I'll smile every day." A miracle happened; my daughter stopped struggling. She became my captive! !!!
My daughter was wearing a dress. I kissed my daughter's little nipple, not satisfied, "You're willing to do anything Mommy can do, right, good daughter?" "Mmm~~~~~" My daughter closed her eyes. My blood rushed to my head. I immediately put my daughter on the bed. She opened her eyes briefly, then closed them again; she was now my little slave. I started to peel off her skirt, so quickly, I ripped it off in one go. Her tiny panties were revealed before me. I pulled hard, and... oh my god, those little white mounds! That little slit, it was for her, and of course, for her mother too. I was going to get in, not let anyone else get there first. I wanted to see my own daughter's vaginal blood flow from her little pussy, I wanted to see her in pain...
I breathed heavily, staring at my daughter's little pussy for a long, long time, swallowing hard, finally bringing my lips to it. So fragrant! It was the scent of urine, the scent of her body, and the scent of her pussy. I was eating my daughter's little pussy. I was infinitely moved. My wife, thank you for giving me this supreme gift.
I licked my daughter's tiny little pussy opening with my tongue, preparing to thrust my penis inside. My daughter's little pussy was wet. It wasn't that she was naturally wet, but my saliva had moistened it.
I took off my pants, and my daughter opened her eyes again, staring blankly at my penis. "Daddy, what are you doing?" "Good girl, that's all you need. Daddy will thank you, I'll be very, very good to you." I pressed down on my daughter's young body. What an experience! She was only half my height. I straightened my penis, first using my hand to part her little slit, aiming at her little hole, and then slowly, I squeezed, squeezed, squeezed. It was a very difficult thing. It took a long time. My daughter called out, "Mommy~~ Mommy~~" But was it any use? She gripped the pillow with her little hands. Fine beads of sweat dripped down her face.
So tired, really so tired, even though it was an extremely stimulating thing. It had been so long, and it had only gone in a little bit. And I didn't dare pull out, afraid I wouldn't be able to go in anymore. I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust in hard, and my daughter's screams mingled with my cries as my penis finally went in halfway, in, in my own daughter's little pussy. My daughter cried out in pain, hitting my hand with her little hands. "Daddy, it hurts, it hurts so much! I'm too small, Daddy, please wait until I'm older!" "Just bear with it, my good girl, it'll be over soon, and it won't hurt anymore. Mommy and Daddy felt pain the first time too," my daughter stopped hitting me, gripping the sheets tightly, crying out in pain, her face contorted. Her little legs trembled. I was so happy. This was a struggle, my own daughter's struggle, I finally saw it. So good, so good.
I thrust in hard, and my daughter shuddered. Bright red blood flowed from the crevice of her pussy, or rather, it was squeezed out. I pulled out, and the flesh of my daughter's pussy turned inside out—I can't describe it. Accompanied by my daughter's cries of pain, her struggles, her trembling—so good. It's so sad that my penis can't go all the way in, only two-thirds. Maybe my daughter's little vagina is just that long. I don't want my daughter to be too uncomfortable, otherwise she won't let me touch her cute little pussy
anymore. That's mine, Daddy's favorite~~~ With each in and out, my pleasure gets closer and closer. One hand is pressing on my daughter's tender breasts, pulling at her soft skin. My buttocks rise and fall, and my daughter's hands are not gripping the sheets. It feels so good, so good. My daughter's tears, you should shed them for Daddy. I gave you your little nipples, your little white buttocks, your little slit, your little vagina. It's only right that Daddy touches you. Your pussy is much easier to penetrate than your pussy. It's tight, it bleeds, the flesh turns out. I love you, my daughter!!!
With one thrust, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. "Don't cry, daughter. Daddy made your water and it went into your pussy. Your pussy will grow hair just like your pussy, just like that. Here, here, daughter, good girl, Daddy's essence is for you." My semen sprayed into the tiny, tiny pussy of a 7-year-old girl—with nipples like mung beans and a pussy like a small white steamed bun—my daughter—my dearest daughter!
I collapsed. My daughter was still crying. I hugged her and murmured, "Good daughter, thank you. You don't want Mommy anymore. Will you still play with Daddy in the future?
" "It hurts so much, Daddy. If you're happy, I'll play with you," my daughter sobbed softly. "Won't it hurt as much as it did today? I'm so scared, Daddy." "It won't hurt like this again
. Trust Daddy," I comforted her
.
I'm 40 years old this year. My daughter has always been with me. I've tasted her joy, her tears, and her pain. She was even willing to have sex with her dad. My little pussy has always been my exclusive property; I've personally witnessed its hair growth and menstruation.

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