[Giving My Virginity to My Father] (01) [Author: Su Shayiren]

Author: Su Shayi
Word Count: 3030

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Giving My Virginity to My Father (Part 1)

I clearly remember the moment when my feelings for my father underwent a qualitative change. It wasn't like what everyone imagines—a gradual change over
time —but rather something that happened suddenly at a certain moment.

At first, I didn't fully realize what was happening, probably because I had never had
any sexual . I couldn't accurately distinguish it from the father-daughter relationship.

I only knew that at the beginning, I was confused, very confused.

Reason told me that this was wrong, that I shouldn't have these feelings for my own father.

Deep inside, I felt a deep sense of shame and fear, but deep inside my thighs, it felt so
wonderful that I didn't want to refuse at all.

The story happened on my sixteenth birthday.

For the first time, my thighs were wet with a man, and that man was my father.

Unprecedented filthy thoughts occupied my mind; they were so powerful that I couldn't resist. I
could only obey and seduce my own father.

I was once an innocent and naive little girl. When I had nightmares, I would climb into my father's bed, snuggle in his
arms, and feel his tenderness and care, my mind free of any impure thoughts.

I loved sitting on his lap; it felt sweet, without any dirty ideas.

My father's hugs and gentle kisses on my cheeks made me happy; I was still innocent then.

I still remember that weekend. When that happened, I lost all the warmth and sweetness of the past. I
had used my pure virginity to seduce my own father, and I had lost my former innocence and naivety.

That morning, he was sitting on the sofa watching the news. I had just gotten up and was still half asleep when I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I heard the TV and thought I should greet my father.

At that time, I didn't know what would happen next. It was just an ordinary morning. I
had a good sleep in my bedroom and couldn't help but cuddle with my father when I saw him.

"Good morning, Dad! Did you sleep well last night?"

I was about to throw myself into my dad's arms when I noticed a strange look in his eyes. He looked at me, and I could
sense his expression suddenly turn serious.

"Linglong, what are you wearing? Girls should dress neatly!"

His voice was stern, even a little angry.

I jumped, looking down at myself.

I was wearing a semi-transparent cotton nightgown that I'd worn for several years; it was
definitely .

The thin fabric clung tightly to my increasingly full breasts,
clearly . The short nightgown offered no coverage, and my pink panties were also
faintly visible. I didn't know Dad had noticed

.

"Dad, I've always worn this nightgown!"

Tears welled in my eyes, a pang of grievance rising within me. I didn't want Dad to be so stern. "Did I do something wrong?
Why are you so angry with me, Dad?"

Dad's voice softened. "Sweetie, I'm not angry with you. But you're all grown up now, and
these clothes are too small for you. Next time, wear more clothes at home!"

Dad looked away from me, but I noticed him occasionally stealing glances at me.

I stood in front of him, still a little confused. "But why is he doing this, Dad?
It's just the two of us at home."

I took a step forward, closer to Dad. "I really wish I could lie in your lap like before,
watching TV with you."

Dad looked into my eyes, no longer avoiding them, and began to look me up and down.

A moment of silence followed, and the way my father scrutinized me from head to toe gave me a strange feeling—
a mixture of shyness, annoyance, and sweetness.

Suddenly, Dad exhaled, and the strange feeling vanished. "Sweetie, Daddy
can hug you, but only for a little while! Then you'll have to make a change!"

Daddy said.

"Long live Daddy!"

I jumped into Daddy's arms, feeling sweetness and pampering again.

"Can I still sit on Daddy's lap like before?"

"No problem, sweetie, sit on Daddy's lap."

Daddy's voice was a little hoarse. I sat on his lap, my hips sliding gently against his thighs.

I chose to sit sideways, my bottom pressed against the juncture of Daddy's groin, my legs hanging down from one side of Daddy's thighs,
swinging back and forth.

"Daddy, your voice sounds a little different than usual. Are you sick? Did I really not make you
angry ?"

I pouted slightly, looking into Daddy's eyes.

"Sweetie, Daddy really isn't angry. I just thought it looked a little strange that you were wearing this outfit. You've grown
so fast !"

Daddy said, his voice still a little hoarse, and his eyes seemed to be secretly looking at my chest.

"Daddy, don't you like me growing up? Okay, fine, I won't grow up anymore,
I !"

I whine, continuing to rock back and forth, snuggling closer to my dad.

Daddy's eyes looked a little tense, and I felt something pressing against my bottom.

"Daddy!"

I giggled, "What are you hiding? It feels like something hard is poking my butt!"

I sat back a little, hoping to find
something , but there was nothing. I saw that Daddy's underwear area was bulging,
like a big tent.

"Daddy, what's that?"

I bit my lip, looking at Daddy's face, asking half concerned, half confused.

"Daddy, what big thing are you hiding in your underwear?"

Daddy's eyes hardened. He grabbed my waist with his strong arms and lifted me off his lap
.

"Go change your clothes, Linglong!"

he said firmly, quickly leaving the room.

I remained there, still confused about what had happened, until my father walked down the hallway and into the bathroom.

I went into my bedroom and, following my father's instructions, changed into more clothes.

As I pulled my nightgown over my head, I heard strange noises coming from the hallway.

What was that? I peeked out and heard the noises again.

They were coming from the bathroom.

Who was Dad talking to? I tiptoed over and eavesdropped at the bathroom door.

Dad was panting and groaning.

I was worried he might be sick and was about to knock when I heard my name.

Dad's deep voice was softly calling my name. I stopped, held my breath, and listened intently.

"Linglong, my dear daughter," I heard Dad's groan again. What was Dad doing? I knew
it was wrong to peek at Dad, but curiosity won out. I quietly crouched down and looked through the keyhole.

Oh my god! It was that thing in Dad's underwear—so big! So long! So fierce! Like a
huge cucumber! Dad was rubbing it. I stared blankly as my father rubbed and massaged his
cucumber , moaning and calling my name… “Linglong, my dear baby, Daddy wants to fuck you,”

he whispered between moans and the massage.

My eyes widened. For sixteen years, my father had been very protective of his privacy, knowing
absolutely .

I’d heard words like “penis” and “masturbation” at school. Was my father masturbating?
But he wasn’t a little boy; he was a grown man. I’d never imagined a penis could be so big.
Was he planning to fuck me with that huge penis? I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn’t obey me; I couldn’t help but keep
peeking.

I couldn’t take my eyes off my father’s penis. It was so long and big! At least twenty-five centimeters long! The top
looked like a large purple egg.

I secretly watched my dad rubbing his big thing. Suddenly, a deep growl came from deep in his throat, and
his mushroom began to spurt out thick, white fluid, one gushe after another,
splattering all over the bathroom ceiling.

I couldn't help but gasp, but by the time I covered my mouth, it was too late.

I saw my dad stop and look towards the bathroom door. Did he hear me? I hurriedly and quietly ran back to
my bedroom. As I closed the bedroom door, I heard the bathroom door open.

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