Father-daughter love

Although I hadn't tried many sex positions, I knew a few. When I had sex with Xiaoqi, it was always missionary, my boyfriend liked to watch me from above.
A surge of excitement coursed through me. My body, which had just recovered from an orgasm, seemed to regain its energy. This wasn't just because I was sitting on my father, his penis pressed against my labia, or because my long hair was loose, and because I had mustered the courage to look him in the eye. His eyes held a mixture of desire and teasing. I felt a spasm in my vagina, a desperate urge to have a penis inside me.
Most importantly, sitting on my father, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. Looking back, I realize it was a conscious choice to enjoy the "lewd" aspect of the position. I was no longer ashamed of these feelings; instead, I felt excited. It was at that moment that I truly loved this position.
There's no need for instruction when it comes to sex; practice makes perfect. I knelt on the bed, raised my buttocks, and my father's penis became incredibly hard, angled like a sharp sword. I reached out and grasped it. Having masturbated Xiao Qi so many times, I knew the pressure needed to be just right. I slowly increased the pressure, watching my father's reaction. Just as his brow was about to furrow, I knew how much pressure to use. After only two or three strokes, my father let out an "oh," and I could feel his penis harden even more.
The orgasm I had just experienced with my fingers had left me feeling somewhat empty, and now, seeing my father's comfortable expression, I was already quite wet down there, even experiencing an itchy sensation.
I looked down and was about to straighten my father's penis when he suddenly moved, took a condom from the bedside table, and handed it to me. Actually, I had been very aroused and really wanted my father to ejaculate inside me. Just thinking about it made me feel a surge of excitement. I was really aroused at that moment; my nipples were hard and erect, my face was flushed, and my eyes must have been glazed over. If my father's sperm were to enter my vagina, the stimulation would probably bring me to orgasm immediately.
But my father seemed a little reluctant about it; perhaps he still had some reservations. I naturally took it, tore open the packaging, took out the condom, and slowly and gently put it on my father's penis. It was the first time I had seen my father's penis so closely. It must have been about fourteen centimeters long, with a menacing appearance and a few prominent veins. The glans was definitely larger than Xiao Qi's, which explained why it felt so full and satisfying when my father penetrated it.
My father's testicles were also much larger than Xiao Qi's, and when Xiao Qi's penis was erect, his scrotum would contract and harden, unlike when it was drooping. My father's scrotum, however, remained unchanged, still loose and saggy. Curious, I reached out and squeezed it, and he let out a soft "hmm." I looked up at him, his face beaming with pleasure. I squeezed it a couple more times, and seeing him eagerly pinching my breasts, I straddled him again, guiding his penis to my vaginal opening, and slowly lowered myself.
I felt his penis push against my vaginal walls as it slowly entered. My vagina seemed shy, resisting entry. My father seemed to enjoy it, his breathing becoming heavier. When I was fully inside, I tilted my head back and let out a soft "hmm." The satisfaction and pleasure made me moan softly. However, my lower back felt weak, so I quickly braced myself on my father's chest, breathing slowly, adjusting to the hard penis beneath me.
My father's hands touched my buttocks, and he slowly lifted me up. I understood what was happening. Gradually, my whole body weakened, and I lifted myself up. My father's penis slowly withdrew from my vagina. I could feel the shape of his glans through the folds of my vaginal walls. With each inch he pulled out, my body tensed up. I had intended to pull his penis out completely, but I had only gone halfway when I felt a surge of strength throughout my body, and my waist felt sore and numb. Involuntarily, I sat down again. This time, my father and I both cried out "Ah!" My voice was clearly from his thrusting deep inside me, a pleasure I couldn't comprehend. His cry, however, instantly aroused me. Ignoring my soreness, I got up again. This time, I endured the pleasure until only his glans remained inside my vagina before I sat down on him. My father immediately reached up and covered my breasts with both hands.
I let out a soft "Mmm..." not from the pleasure below, but from the intense pleasure I felt from the first time my father had squeezed my breasts so forcefully. I braced myself against his chest, gathering all my strength to attack his penis again and again.
The woman-on-top position gave me a sense of control; I could completely control the depth and speed as I pleased, and this realization had a profound impact on me.
After dozens of thrusts, my moans grew louder. The tender flesh inside my vagina was so sensitive, yet so thirsty. It resisted the hard penis, yet desperately craved its forceful thrusts. My body slowly became out of my control; my movements became more and more exaggerated. My head was tilted back, my voice incoherent, as I rose and fell against my father's chest.
My father's grip on my chest tightened, and I felt my breasts changing shape in his hands. My arousal grew stronger, but my waist seemed to weaken, and I finally couldn't lift myself up. My vagina was itchy and numb, desperately craving the thrusting of his penis, but I had no strength left. That feeling was truly frustrating and driving me crazy.
My father released my breasts, which were aching from his grip, and slowly slid them down to my buttocks. Instead of lifting them up, he pulled them forward and pushed them back. I let out a soft "hmm," clearly feeling a slight pleasure.
I immediately understood the purpose of this position. Instead of being pushed from above and below, he moved back and forth, allowing his penis to thrust in and out of my vagina, albeit with much smaller movements, but I felt immense pleasure. The friction from the stimulation didn't diminish the pleasure at all, and most importantly, it seemed like I had inexhaustible energy, not running out of strength after just a few thrusts.
In this way, I completely lost my composure, or rather, I was only thinking about that fleeting pleasure in my heart. I braced myself against my father's chest with my hands, and with my waist and kneeling legs exerting force, I thrust back and forth on my father's penis. My moans were hardly more pleasant than cries: "Ah! Hmm!! Hmm, ah... ah! Hmm... Dad, Daddy! Hmm, Dad..." I suddenly reached my climax, my head held high, unable to utter a sound. My lower body throbbed, my whole body tense. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the pleasure I had worked so hard for, suddenly my father let out a soft growl. He grabbed my waist, rolled me over, and pinned me to the bed. At that moment, my mind was completely blank, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm. But my father had gone mad; he held me tightly beneath him, his lower body thrusting wildly, penetrating me to the deepest point. I felt no pleasure, only shortness of breath. My mouth was wide open, my neck arched back, and my hands gripped his arms tightly. Finally, he pushed me up a few times, my head slamming against the bed, before collapsing onto me, panting heavily. For
some reason, tears streamed down my face. Lost in thought, I reached out and hugged my father's neck, suddenly feeling a surge of emotion. I bit his shoulder, and he gave a soft "humph," but didn't get up, just sucking on my neck. After a while, I calmed down. My father got up, gathered the condoms, rolled over, and lay down beside me, occasionally kissing my cheek.
I lay on my back, feeling indescribably comfortable, my whole body weak and sore, ignoring my father's hands roaming over my chest and thighs. I heard his voice: "Xiao Hui, you have such a beautiful body."
Still dazed, I replied, "Mmm."
My father continued to stroke my lower abdomen, making it warm, and said, "Xiao Hui, thank you."
I suddenly opened my eyes, turned around, and punched my father's chest, looking at him and saying, "What are you thanking me for? Thanking me for letting you have your way, or thanking me for making you feel good?" My father laughed, reached out and pulled me into his arms, kissing me twice fiercely. Only then did I hug my father's body, listening to his tender words, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
[The End]

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