My father and I

My "childhood" was a time of seduction and counter-seduction, domination and counter-domination, eating and being eaten, all lived happily. Because my father was too naive, he didn't know that what we did was immoral. Even in his ignorance, he noticed that I enjoyed it, and his concern for me made him ignore any awkwardness in his heart, especially since he was also enjoying it. I didn't care either. I wasn't his child, and even in another world, I never felt the need to remain chaste for an unknown man. Perhaps it was the hurt from my first love, or perhaps it was years of independence, that made me believe that women should enjoy sex just like men, not be subordinate or passive. These reasons led to an unexpectedly harmonious and interesting sex life between us. Even without actual intercourse, the blushing, the low moans, the sucking and licking, the friction and thrusting were enough to keep us entertained.

To make breastfeeding easier, for years, in the room, Daddy would only wear a long robe, naked underneath, so I could nurse whenever I needed it, and for his occasional release of desire. As for me, the little kid, I was even more so; even in the dead of winter, my bottom was bare under my little skirt. Often, all I had to do was pull open Daddy's shirt, and my lips would be on his nipple, producing wonderful milk, while my little hands would entwine around his erect penis. When Daddy was aroused, he would pull my head down, insert his penis, and thrust and suck, while also kneading my little body, my plump pink bottom, and my tender little flower. Occasionally, I would let Daddy taste my petals, because I knew very well that appropriate stimulation combined with a proper diet would accelerate my sexual maturity.

These carefree and joyful childhood days flew by, until my sixth birthday. As usual, I was licking my father's penis, while he ate my two pink flowers between my legs. Suddenly, I felt a warm flow from my vagina as my father's tongue licked me… “Ugh…” I couldn't help but let out a low moan. What surprised me even more was that I actually felt pleasure from my father's licking! Even though I was only a six-year-old child, I could already feel pleasure! How amazing and exciting this was! It meant that I no longer had to only eat and not see! I really wanted to have a real, hard time!

“Father…” I breathed softly, my eyes filled with lust, “You’re so amazing, you even sucked my heart dry…” As I spoke, I climbed off my father. Today was a good “day”! Perfect for robbery, adultery, developing an affair, breaking my virginity, going to a brothel, and hiring male prostitutes!! I've made up my mind to offer my father another relatively flexible orifice besides my mouth today. How to do it in a way that minimizes harm to my body is something I'm carefully considering.

[The End]

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