I had sex with my dad.

I had sex with my dad, my biological father.
I don't regret it at all; it was my choice. I love my dad, and having sex with him has always been my dream.
When I was five, I never saw my mom again. My dad said she had gone on a long trip and he didn't know when she would come back, and we might have to rely on each other from then on.
Tears welled up in his eyes when he said this. Although I didn't say anything, I knew he was heartbroken.
Because my mom had run off with another man.
From that day on, my life revolved around my dad.
My dad loves me very much. Even when he's busy and tired from work, he still cooks all sorts of delicious food for me. Even though we're poor, he buys me the clothes and toys I like, carefully combs my hair, and takes me to and from school.
Because I don't have a mom, my classmates always tease me. I never told my dad because I didn't want him to worry. One time, my dad overheard them and hit one of the classmates. Although he ended up paying compensation, my dad smiled.
It's not that no one has introduced my dad to potential partners, but he's afraid that if he remarries, my mom won't treat me well, so he's always refused.
But I know my dad is a man; he also has physical needs. I knew my dad would secretly watch porn when I wasn't around and masturbate in the shower.
I was 16 that year, and I made up my mind to give myself to my dad. Everything I had was from him; I belonged to him.
I secretly watched porn, learned the positions women used during sex, and even used breast enhancement cream, hoping to make my breasts bigger. I succeeded. By 17, I had a 36D bust, and with my height of 165cm, many people considered me the school beauty.
Many men pursued me, but I never even glanced at them. Because I belonged to my dad.
I started buying sexy clothes: lace bras, see-through bathrobes, open-crotch stockings, thongs… I only wore them at home, only in front of my dad, and I would snuggle up to him while watching TV, hoping he would take me.
But my dad ignored me.
A year passed like this. On my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't help but confess to my father, "Dad, I know you've had a hard time all these years, even unable to satisfy your own desires for women. Now that I'm grown up, everything I have is thanks to you. Please let me repay you with my body."
My father shook his head.
"Is it because I'm not attractive? Is it because I'm a virgin? Why don't you want me, Dad? I'm dressed like this to give myself to you!" Saying this, I pulled down my sundress, revealing my white breasts, and threw myself onto my father.
My father hugged me and said, "I know your heart, but you're my daughter. How can I lay a hand on my own daughter? How will you face anyone after this? How will you get married?"
"I don't care! I don't want to get married. I'll stay with you for life!"
"Sweetie, don't be silly. Dad's tired. Go to sleep."
"No! Dad, if you don't want my body today, please let me give you oral sex! Please believe me, I won't let you down!" Taking advantage of my father's momentary lapse in attention, I pulled down his pants. My father's dark penis was slightly erect, exuding the charm of a mature man. I took it into my mouth and, imitating the actresses in movies, gave my dad a blowjob. His penis hardened in my mouth, and it gradually filled up. I licked it carefully, and soon a stream of hot semen flowed from the corner of my mouth. From that day on, a few days each month became what my dad and I called "secret pleasure days."
Soon it was time for my college entrance exam. Although my grades weren't exceptionally good, they were enough to give me plenty of options. I didn't want to leave my dad, so I discussed staying in our hometown to study. But my dad disagreed; he wanted me to go to a big city where I would have more opportunities. I couldn't persuade him otherwise, so I agreed.
That summer, I spent almost every day with my dad on "secret pleasure days."
School was about to start, and my dad took me to school. Before we left, he put a box of condoms in my luggage, reminding me to protect myself. I nodded silently. At school, my dad used his connections to host a banquet for my teachers, hoping they would take good care of me in the future. During the banquet, my dad toasted each teacher, even shielding me from drinks, and drank a lot himself.
I helped my drunken father back to the hotel, my heart aching. He lay on the bed, refusing to resist no matter what I did. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind… I stripped my father naked, then lay naked myself. Looking at my 38E breasts and sparse pubic hair in the mirror, I felt a sudden heat in my vagina, as if a warm current was flowing between my legs.
My father's dark penis stood erect, beckoning me. I knew my chance to repay him had come.
Parting my labia, I tried to sit inside. Because I was a virgin, my vagina was tight and slippery; several times it almost went in, but slipped out. I took a deep breath, grasped my father's penis, spread my legs wide, and sat down. My father's penis was fully inside me.
A jolt of electricity coursed through my body—pain, numbness, tingling, swelling… waves of stimulation. My nipples were erect, and my vagina spasmed in waves from the pain of losing my virginity. The folds of my uterus sucked at my father's penis with each thrust.
Several minutes passed before I dared to move. I knelt on the bed, my hands on my father's hips, trying to thrust in and out. My father, in a daze, felt the pleasure and his hands began to grope. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts, letting his rough, strong hands squeeze and knead them.
As the pleasure intensified, I began to thrust in and out, and my father, holding my hips, thrust harder. Just as I was about to climax, my father suddenly stopped. He sat up abruptly, pinning me beneath him, placing my right leg on his shoulder, thrusting again and again, each time penetrating to my core. I moaned with pleasure in the waves of stimulation, my vagina overflowing with fluid. All the previous pain vanished, leaving only pleasure!
A wave of heat rushed into my body; I knew my father had ejaculated inside me. After Dad finished ejaculating, as if he had completed an important task, he lay down on the bed. His once-powerful penis now rested quietly on his testicles, still covered in a lot of white semen.
Looking at the mixture of vaginal fluid, semen, and virgin blood on the bed, I felt an indescribable joy. I grabbed Dad's penis again and began to lick it carefully. Those were my brothers, the love Dad gave me; I couldn't waste them.
Dad's penis became hard again, even more powerful than before. I looked at my slightly swollen vulva, smiled slightly, and sat on him again.
I nestled against Dad's chest and fell into a deep sleep, Dad's penis still inside my vagina.
[The End]

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