Fatherly love in the garden

One day, after school, I was wearing a red tank top and a white skirt, carrying a stack of books, when I left the classroom to go home. It was summer, and this was the time of year when our school gave students the most freedom. In the dim moonlight, I saw groups of classmates strolling and chatting in the garden, which made me feel relaxed and happy. So I also started walking towards the garden, intending to leave the school through the path.

When I reached a clump of bushes that few people walked by, suddenly a masked man wearing a mask covering half his face leaped out. He covered my mouth with his right hand, which was agape in fright, and pinned my hands to my chest with his left hand. He then dragged me towards the gazebo in the corner of the garden. I struggled incessantly, but no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free from his iron grip.

When we reached the gazebo, he released his left hand, pulled a dagger from his back pocket, and pressed it against my face. Terrified, I immediately stopped struggling, my hands went limp, and the books fell to the ground. Only then did the masked man remove his right hand from my mouth. Terrified, I dared not scream; my mind went blank, and I trembled uncontrollably, not knowing what to do.

The masked man tied my hands behind my back, making me sit on his lap, so we looked like a couple. Although people occasionally walked by, they wouldn't notice us. The man's left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand slipped inside my tank top, caressing my breasts. My nipples, uncooperatively, stood erect, growing larger and harder. He gently rubbed them with his thumb and middle finger, tapped them with his index finger, and continued to linger on my breasts with his ring and little fingers. I couldn't help but let out a faint moan from my tightly closed lips.

Then the man released my waist, his left hand taking over from his right to tease my nipples, while his right hand moved to my right breast to begin a second battle. My moans involuntarily intensified. He played with me like that for a while, then brought his head close to my ear, gently blowing air into my ear canal and lightly nibbling my earlobe. He then moved to my fair neck, kissing it lightly. I finally opened my mouth and let out a blissful "ah," which he immediately met with a passionate kiss on my lips.

At that moment, my fear was replaced by lust, and a familiar feeling washed over me. Focusing my mind slightly, I inhaled deeply the man's scent, and immediately realized: it was my father, my dear father! Thinking of this, I felt another surge of excitement, but deliberately didn't say anything, and began to enjoy the unique stimulation my father's playful actions brought me.

When my father put his tongue into my mouth, I immediately offered my own little tongue in return. After kissing for a while, Dad placed my right breast in his left hand, and with his right hand lifted my short skirt and went straight to my crotch. There, through the fabric of my underwear, Dad caressed the juncture of my two fair and slender thighs, rubbing my mons pubis back and forth with his middle finger. The already slightly damp panty liner immediately became soaked. My body began to twist and turn, trying to let out a moan of pleasure, but my mouth was occupied by Dad, and I could only whimper.

Slowly, my labia majora opened, and Dad twisted my already soaked panties into a rope, placing it between my labia majora and thighs. His right hand began to directly manipulate my clitoris, and he inserted his middle and index fingers together into my vagina, slowly moving them in and out, going deeper and deeper. With each deeper penetration, my whimpers became more and more rapid. When Dad's two fingers were fully inserted, he even teased my protruding clitoris with his thumb. I immediately trembled as if electrocuted, and my vulva was already overflowing with nectar.

My father kept stirring his fingers, teasing my clitoris. I pressed my legs together, rubbing them against each other, trying to escape his kisses. I bit my lip, trying my best not to let out any lewd moans, actually because I was afraid I would call out "Dad" and let him know I had recognized him.

By this time, my father's penis was already swollen and erect. He could no longer hold back. He quickly pulled down my skirt and lifted my tank top, turning me around to face him. In the moonlight, my two white, tender breasts, topped with two red cherries, were incredibly cute. My vulva was dripping wet, facing my father. My two red and tender labia minora were swollen and hard. Except for the small, wrinkled part of the skin at the end, the inner and outer skin were smooth and flat. My swollen, round clitoris was covered with blood vessels, and a string of vaginal fluid was hanging from the tip, glistening and ready to drip. My vaginal opening opened and closed like a fish's mouth, implying that it was ready to be taught at any time.

Dad wanted to tease me a little more, so he rubbed his swollen, shiny glans against my mouth. This was too much for me, so I put my mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Oh...it's so uncomfortable...it's so itchy...ah...Daddy...don't rub anymore...it's sore and numb...um...it's sore...if you want to do it, just do it...don't torture your daughter anymore...umm..."

Hearing this, Dad was stunned for a moment, then laughed, took off his mask, and gently asked, "Good daughter, is it exciting? Isn't it more interesting?"

After saying that, without waiting for my answer, he lowered his body, straightened his pelvis, and in the blink of an eye, he inserted his engorged penis all the way into my vagina, which it often entered and exited. I immediately squeezed my legs together and shouted "Ah..." full of incomparable satisfaction, opening my mouth to shout out in gratitude.

Seeing my expression of pure enjoyment, Dad's pride surged, and his lower body began to thrust repeatedly. My pink buttocks rose and fell in rhythm with his thrusts, and my two firm breasts swayed up and down like a pair of white doves as my snow-white body moved. Dad couldn't resist taking turns sucking on my nipples, which made me feel even more pleasure. I arched my back, my long hair disheveled and covering my face.

In an instant, I was panting heavily, covered in fragrant sweat. Dad's big penis was tight, slippery, and pleasurable inside my vagina. My clitoris had countless small labia that seemed to have turned into countless tiny suction cups, squeezing and pressing against Dad's big penis. The glans felt like it was being brushed by a tiny brush, making Dad tremble with pleasure.

I was also experiencing inexplicable pleasure from the penetration, and I kept moaning and groaning: "Oh...oh...your penis is so...so...long...ah...so comfortable...ah...it's reached my core...it's killing me...so swollen...so good...oh, oh, ah...you really know how to penetrate...fuck your daughter to death!"

Amidst my ecstatic moans, my father thrust harder and harder, each time penetrating deeply, making my cervix tightly grip the head of his penis, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed down my buttocks and onto my father's thighs as his penis was withdrawn. At this moment, I was on the verge of orgasm, my two long, white, and tender legs were raised high behind my father's waist, straight and hard. With each thrust from my father, my legs would tremble, and I would moan as my buttocks moved up and down rhythmically, accommodating my father's attacks.

Finally, I reached my climax. I tilted my head back and moaned intermittently, "Oh...it's so good...Daddy's cock is so long...oh...it's hitting my G-spot...so tingly...so comfortable...don't ejaculate yet...I want more...oh oh oh...I'm going to faint..."

I thrashed violently, then shuddered a few more times. After the climax, I lay limp, holding my dad's head, panting heavily.

Dad gently said, "Baby, was that great? Wasn't Daddy's surprise for you nice?"

"Yes, Daddy, it was so great! But you're so naughty, you almost scared your daughter to death!" As I said this, I lightly hit Daddy's chest twice.

"Do you like it? My good daughter, just imagine, in your school, surrounded by your classmates and teachers, and you're being ambushed and penetrated—how exciting is that!"

"Yes, it's really exciting! To have incest with my dear father in a place like this, how exhilarating! Plus, the feeling of being raped, it's truly unique!"

I glanced at the classmates and teachers passing by, smiled lewdly, licked my lips, thrust my lower abdomen, rubbed against my "little father" who was about to slip out of my vagina, and playfully pinched his lips: "But I can't moan loudly, I'm afraid Daddy won't be satisfied!"

"Then moan softly, you little slut. You can moan loudly when we get home!" As he spoke, Daddy grinned wickedly and began to suckle my breasts.

And so, my father and I teased each other intimately, uttering lewd words. After resting for a while, my father turned me over, making me place my hands on the stone bench of the pavilion, bend over, sticking out my buttocks, and spreading my legs wide. Standing behind me, my father held my buttocks with both hands and slid his penis back into my tender hole. With a "plop," my father thrust in forcefully.

As soon as my father began to thrust, my waist swayed back and forth in rhythm. My father quickly reached under my armpits and tightly grasped my increasingly full breasts.

"Ah...oh..." I was being attacked from both above and below, the pleasure coursing through my entire body. My father's fingers suddenly tightened and then loosened, making me feel like I was flying to heaven, my moans gradually rising. His penis inside me was already submerged in my vaginal fluids, making a surging sound deep inside me. My father's scrotum slapped against my snow-white buttocks with each thrust, making a "slap, slap" sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Each time, Dad would thrust his thick, hard penis fully into my already filthy little hole, grind it a few times, then pull it out completely, leaving only the head inside before thrusting it in again with all his might. Each thrust hit my G-spot, impacting my cervix. I felt my tender little hole swell, ache, itch, numb, and pleasurable all at once.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Oh... Faster... Oh... Ah, um, oh... Daddy's big penis is so good... so good... It's fucking your little daughter to death... Ah... Oh... Deeper... Ah, it touched... Oh... Ah... My G-spot, ah, another time, oh, oh... So swollen... So full, ah, oh... Daddy is so bad... Grinding my flower... Flower, oh flower... Heart... You've... Oh... Pierced... Pierced through! Ah... Pierce through Tingting..."

My lewd moans drove Dad even crazier. He held my buttocks with both hands, and his thrusting speed suddenly increased. I let out cries of pleasure that sounded like crying.

As my father's enormous penis thrust in and out, the pleasure in my lower body rapidly swelled. My sweat-drenched breasts swayed back and forth with the impact of his penis against my tender hole, adding even more pleasure: "Little sister... ah, my little sister... feels so good being fucked by your... oh, your big cock, I'm going to fly... oh... I'm going to fly... faster... faster... oh oh... ah ah... ah—fuck your daughter to death...fuck Tingting to death...fuck Tingting through... ah oh oh... so good... ya... oh... um ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... ya... ah..."

Suddenly, my whole body stiffened and arched backward, allowing my father's penis to clearly feel the continuous spasms of my honey hole as I reached orgasm, as if a small hand was tightly squeezing my father's glans. This tight, warm, tingling sensation spread from the glans to the entire penis, reaching my father's cerebral cortex.

My father gripped my waist with both hands, instinctively pulling his penis quickly to the entrance of my vagina. He then thrust his hips forward with all his might, his large penis plunging in forcefully. Simultaneously, he pulled my buttocks towards the base of his penis, the glans piercing my cervix and embedding itself into my uterus. Instantly, every nerve in my body convulsed, a surge of heat gushing out with unimaginable speed and force, violently impacting my uterus: one spurt followed immediately by another, seven or eight spurts in succession. The glans, trapped inside my uterus by the cervix, poured every last drop of my father's essence into my womb.

The scalding semen splattered against the uterine wall, combined with the pain and pleasure of the glans stretching open the cervix, pushing me from my climax to another peak. Once again, the intense trembling of my body shook even my father's body. My vaginal fluids flowed like an unstoppable faucet, running down my penis onto my father's legs and then onto the floor.

After a long while, Dad withdrew his limp penis from my vagina. I had already passed out, lying limply on the stone bench, a sweet smile still on my face. My mouth was still open from the screams of orgasm, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of my mouth, down my cheek, and onto my pink breasts. Milky white semen flowed freely from my slightly parted labia, mixing with my orgasmic fluids and vaginal secretions, slowly dripping down my fair thighs.

After a short rest, Dad straightened our clothes, helped me, who was now completely exhausted, and left the garden…

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