Fatherly love in the garden

One evening after school, I was wearing a red tank top and a white skirt, carrying
a stack of books, when I walked out of the classroom, ready to go home.

It was summer, and this was the time when our school gave students the most freedom on campus. By
the hazy moonlight, I saw groups of classmates strolling and chatting in the garden, and I couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. So
I also walked towards the garden, intending to walk out of the school gate through the path in the garden.

As I walked to a clump of bushes where few people frequented, a
masked 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. He then dragged me toward 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 book fell to the ground.

Only then did the masked man remove his right hand from my mouth. Because of fear, I didn't dare to scream. My mind
went blank; I was just trembling all over, not knowing what to do.

The masked man tied my hands behind my back, making me sit on his lap. This made us look like a
couple, and although people occasionally walked by, they wouldn't notice.

The man's left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand slipped inside my tank top, caressing my breasts. My nipples,
uncooperatively, stood up, puffing up and growing harder and harder.

He gently rubbed them with his thumb and middle finger, tapping with his index finger, while his ring and little fingers continued to
linger on my breasts.

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,
opening a second front. 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
, lightly nibbling my earlobe, and then moving to my fair neck, kissing it lightly.

I finally opened my mouth and let out a blissful "ah,"

and he immediately caught my moan with his own, kissing my lips wantonly.

At this moment, my fear had been replaced by lust, and a familiar feeling welled up inside me
.

I focused my mind a little, sniffing the man's scent, and I immediately understood: it was my father,
my dear father! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited again, and deliberately didn't say anything, beginning to enjoy the unique stimulation that
my father 's various tricks brought me.

When my father put his tongue into my mouth, I immediately offered my 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 area where my two fair and slender thighs
met , rubbing my mons pubis back and forth with his middle finger. The already slightly damp diaper cloth immediately became
soaked. My body began to twist and turn, trying to let out a joyful moan, but my mouth was occupied by Dad
, so I could only whimper softly.

Slowly, my labia majora opened. Dad twisted my already soaking wet panties into a rope
and tucked them between my labia majora and thighs. His right hand began to directly tease my clitoris, and he inserted his middle and index fingers
together into my vagina, slowly moving them in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper. As Dad went deeper,
my moans became more and more rapid. When Dad's two fingers were fully inserted, he even flicked
my clitoris with his thumb. I immediately shuddered as if electrocuted, and my vulva was already overflowing with nectar.

Dad continued to stir his fingers, teasing my clitoris.

I pressed my legs together and rubbed them together, trying to escape my father's kiss. I bit my lip, trying my best not to let out
any lewd moans. Actually, I was afraid that I would call out "Dad" without realizing that I had recognized
him.

By this time, Dad's penis was already swollen beyond recognition. He could no longer hold back and quickly pulled down my short skirt
and lifted the tank top. He turned my body to face him, and in the moonlight, my two white and tender
breasts, topped with two red cherries, were incredibly cute. My vulva was dripping with lustful fluid, facing Dad. My two red and tender
labia minora were swollen and hard. Except for the small rooster-comb-shaped skin at the end, which still had some wrinkles, the tender skin inside and out was smooth and flat
. The swollen and round head of my clitoris was covered with blood vessels, and a string of lustful fluid dripping from my vulva was hanging from the tip, glistening
and reflecting light, ready to drip. The opening of my vagina 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 brought 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 girl, 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..."

a sound full of incomparable satisfaction, opening my mouth to shout out with overwhelming gratitude.

Seeing my expression of pure enjoyment, Dad's lust surged, his lower body thrusting repeatedly. My pink buttocks rose and
fell in rhythm with his thrusts, my two firm breasts bobbing
up and down like a pair of white doves as my snow-white body swayed. Dad couldn't resist taking turns sucking on my nipples, making me feel even more
intensely pleasured. I arched my back, my long hair disheveled and obscuring my face.

In an instant, I was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Dad's large penis was tight, slippery, and
incredibly pleasurable inside my vagina. My clitoris had countless tiny labia that seemed to have turned into countless tiny suction cups, gripping and squeezing Dad's large
penis . His 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 G-spot...it's killing me...so swollen...
so good ...oh, oh, ah...you really know how to penetrate...fuck your daughter to death!"

Amid my ecstatic cries, my father thrust harder and harder, each time penetrating deep enough for my cervix to tightly grip his large glans.
As his penis was pulled out, streams of vaginal fluid flowed down my buttocks and onto my father's thighs. 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 trembled, and I moaned as my buttocks moved up and down rhythmically
in sync with my father's thrusts.

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

I writhed violently and shuddered a few times. After the climax, I
hugged panting heavily.

Dad said softly, "Baby, was that great? Wasn't Daddy's surprise good?"

"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 think about it, 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 daddy in a place like this, how enjoyable!
Plus, the feeling of being raped, it's really different!"

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

"Then moan softly, you little slut. When we get home, you can moan loudly!"

As he spoke, my daddy grinned wickedly and began to suck on 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, protruding my buttocks,
and spread my legs wide.

My father stood behind me, supporting 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, sending me soaring to heaven. My moans grew
louder his penis, already soaked with my juices, made a gurgling sound deep inside me. His scrotum slapped against my white buttocks with each thrust, making a " slap, slap" sound

of flesh hitting flesh . Each time, he fully inserted his thick penis into my already wet vagina, grinding it a few times before pulling 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 vagina 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 cock is so good...so good...fuck your little daughter to death...Ah...Oh...deeper...ah, you touched it again...Oh...Ah ...my flower core, ah, another time, oh, oh...so swollen...so full, ah, oh...Daddy is so bad...grinding my flower...flower oh flower...heart...I'm being...oh...inserted...inserted through ! Ah...insert Tingting through..." My lewd moans made Daddy even more frenzied. Daddy held my little buttocks with both hands, and the speed of his thrusting suddenly increased. I let out a cry 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, swaying back and forth with the impact of his penis against my tender vagina, added even more pleasure: "Little sister... ah, my little sister... feeling 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 ... ah oh oh... so good... ah... oh... um ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... ah... ah..." Suddenly , my whole body stiffened and I arched back, allowing my father's penis to clearly feel the continuous spasms of my vagina as I reached orgasm , as if a small hand was tightly squeezing my father's glans. This tight, warm, and tingling sensation spread from the glans to the entire penis, reaching my father's cerebral cortex. My father gripped my slender waist with both hands, and instinctively pulled his penis quickly to the entrance of my vagina. Immediately, he thrust his hips forward with all his might, and his large penis plunged in rapidly. At the same time, he forcefully pulled my pink buttocks towards the base of his penis. The glans pierced through my cervix and penetrated my uterus. Instantly, all the nerves in my body convulsed violently, and a surge of heat rushed out from my trembling body, violently impacting my uterus with unimaginable speed and force. As soon as one spurt finished, another followed immediately, seven or eight spurts in succession. The glans was stuck inside my uterus by my cervix, and in one breath, he injected every last drop of his semen into my uterus. The scalding semen poured onto the uterine wall, and the pain and pleasure of the glans stretching open the cervix brought me, who was still in the throes of orgasm, to another peak. Once again, the intense trembling of my whole 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 cheeks, and onto my pink breasts. Milky white semen flowed freely from my slightly parted labia, mixing with my orgasmic fluids and vaginal fluids, slowly flowing down my fair thighs. After a short rest, Dad straightened our clothes, and, carrying my utterly exhausted body, left the garden … One day, after school, I was wearing a red tank top and a white skirt, carrying a stack of books, as I walked out of the classroom, ready to go home. Because it was summer, and this is the time when our school gives students the most freedom on campus, taking advantage of the hazy...

Under the dim moonlight, I saw groups of classmates strolling and chatting in the garden, which made me feel relaxed and happy. So I
also walked towards the garden, intending to leave the school through the path.

When I reached a clump of bushes that few people walked on, suddenly a
masked leaped out, covering my mouth with his right hand as I opened it in fright,
and pinning my hands down with his left hand across my chest. He then dragged me towards the pavilion 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 pavilion, 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 my books fell to the ground.

Only then did the masked man remove his right hand from my mouth. Terrified, I didn't dare 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, and his right hand slipped inside my tank top, caressing my breasts. My
nipples, uncooperatively, stood erect, puffing up and growing harder and harder.

He gently rubbed them with his thumb and middle finger, tapping them with his index finger, while his ring and little fingers continued to
linger on my breasts.

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 nipple, while his right hand moved to my right breast,
opening a second battleground. My moans involuntarily intensified.

He played with me like this for a while, then brought his head close to my ear, gently blowing air into my ear canal
, lightly nibbling my earlobe, before moving to my fair neck, kissing it lightly.

I finally opened my mouth and let out a blissful "ah,"

and he immediately responded with his own mouth, kissing my lips wantonly.

At this moment, my fear had been replaced by lust, and a familiar feeling welled up inside me
.

Slightly concentrating my thoughts, I sniffed the man's scent, and I immediately understood: it was my father,
my beloved father! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited again. I deliberately didn't say anything and began to enjoy the unique stimulation that
my father 's various tricks brought me.

When my father put his tongue into my mouth, I immediately offered my little tongue.

After kissing for a while, my father put my right breast into his left hand, and with his right hand, he lifted my short skirt and
went straight to my crotch. There, through the fabric of my underwear, my father caressed the place where my two fair and slender thighs
met , rubbing back and forth between my mons pubis with his middle finger. The already slightly damp diaper was immediately
soaked. My body began to twist and turn, trying to let out a joyful moan, but my mouth was occupied by my father
, so I could only whimper.

Slowly, my labia majora opened. Dad twisted my already soaking wet panties into a rope
and tucked them between my labia majora and thighs. His right hand began to directly tease my clitoris, and he inserted his middle and index fingers
together into my vagina, slowly moving them in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper. As Dad went deeper,
my moans became more and more rapid. When Dad's two fingers were fully inserted, he even flicked
my clitoris with his thumb. I immediately shuddered as if electrocuted, and my vulva was already overflowing with nectar.

Dad continued to stir his fingers, teasing my clitoris.

I pressed my legs together and rubbed them together, trying to escape my father's kiss. I bit my lip, trying my best not to let out
any lewd moans. Actually, I was afraid that I would call out "Dad" without realizing that I had recognized
him.

By this time, Dad's penis was already swollen beyond recognition. He could no longer hold back and quickly pulled down my short skirt
and lifted the tank top. He turned my body to face him, and in the moonlight, my two white and tender
breasts, topped with two red cherries, were incredibly cute. My vulva was dripping with lustful fluid, facing Dad. My two red and tender
labia minora were swollen and hard. Except for the small rooster-comb-shaped skin at the end, which still had some wrinkles, the tender skin inside and out was smooth and flat
. The swollen and round head of my clitoris was covered with blood vessels, and a string of lustful fluid dripping from my vulva was hanging from the tip, glistening
and reflecting light, ready to drip. The opening of my vagina 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 brought 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 girl, 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..."

a sound full of incomparable satisfaction, opening my mouth to shout out with overwhelming gratitude.

Seeing my expression of pure enjoyment, Dad's lust surged, his lower body thrusting repeatedly. My pink buttocks rose and
fell in rhythm with his thrusts, my two firm breasts bobbing
up and down like a pair of white doves as my snow-white body swayed. Dad couldn't resist taking turns sucking on my nipples, making me feel even more
intensely pleasured. I arched my back, my long hair disheveled and obscuring my face.

In an instant, I was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Dad's large penis was tight, slippery, and
incredibly pleasurable inside my vagina. My clitoris had countless tiny labia that seemed to have turned into countless tiny suction cups, gripping and squeezing Dad's large
penis . His 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 G-spot...it's killing me...so swollen...
so good ...oh, oh, ah...you really know how to fuck...fuck your daughter to death!"

Amid my ecstatic moans, my father thrust harder and harder, each time penetrating deep enough for my cervix to tightly
grip . 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 stretched high behind my father's waist, kicking straight out.
It was hard, and with each thrust from my father, my legs trembled, and I moaned as my hips moved rhythmically up and down
in sync with his advances.

Finally, I reached my climax, tilting my head back and moaning 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 pleasure...oh oh oh...I'm going to faint..."

I writhed violently, shuddered a few more times, and after the climax, I lay limp,
clutching my father's head, panting heavily.

Dad gently said to me, "Honey, did you enjoy that? Wasn't the surprise Dad gave you great?"

"Yes, Dad, it was so much fun! But you're so naughty, you almost scared your daughter to death!"

As I said this, I lightly hit Dad's chest twice.

"Do you like it? My good daughter, just think about it, 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 daddy in a place like this, how enjoyable!
Plus, the feeling of being raped, it's really different!"

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

"Then moan softly, you little slut. When we get home, you can moan loudly!"

As he spoke, my daddy grinned wickedly and began to suck on 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, protruding my buttocks,
and spread my legs wide.

My father stood behind me, supporting 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, sending me soaring to heaven. My moans grew
louder his penis, already soaked with my juices, made a gurgling sound deep inside me. His scrotum slapped against my white buttocks with each thrust, making a " slap, slap" sound

of flesh hitting flesh . Each time, he fully inserted his thick penis into my already wet vagina, grinding it a few times before pulling 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 vagina 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 cock is so good...so good...fuck your little daughter to death...Ah...Oh...deeper...ah, you touched it again...Oh...Ah ...my flower core, ah, another time, oh, oh...so swollen...so full, ah, oh...Daddy is so bad...grinding my flower...flower oh flower...heart...I'm being...oh...inserted...inserted through ! Ah...insert Tingting through..." My lewd moans made Daddy even more frenzied. Daddy held my little buttocks with both hands, and the speed of his thrusting suddenly increased. I let out a cry 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, swaying back and forth with the impact of his penis against my tender vagina, added even more pleasure: "Little sister... ah, my little sister... feeling 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 ... ah oh oh... so good... ah... oh... um ah ah ah ah ah ah ah... ah... ah..." Suddenly , my whole body stiffened and I arched back, allowing my father's penis to clearly feel the continuous spasms of my vagina as I reached orgasm , as if a small hand was tightly squeezing my father's glans. This tight, warm, and tingling sensation spread from the glans to the entire penis, reaching my father's cerebral cortex. My father gripped my slender waist with both hands, and instinctively pulled his penis quickly to the entrance of my vagina. Immediately, he thrust his hips forward with all his might, and his large penis plunged in rapidly. At the same time, he forcefully pulled my pink buttocks towards the base of his penis. The glans pierced through my cervix and penetrated my uterus. Instantly, all the nerves in my body convulsed violently, and a surge of heat rushed out from my trembling body, violently impacting my uterus with unimaginable speed and force. As soon as one spurt finished, another followed immediately, seven or eight spurts in succession. The glans was stuck inside my uterus by my cervix, and in one breath, he injected every last drop of his semen into my uterus. The scalding semen poured onto the uterine wall, and the pain and pleasure of the glans stretching open the cervix brought me, who was still in the throes of orgasm, to another peak. Once again, the intense trembling of my whole 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 cheeks, and onto my pink breasts. Milky white semen flowed freely from my slightly parted labia, mixing with my orgasmic fluids and vaginal fluids, slowly dripping down my fair thighs. After a short rest, Dad straightened our clothes, and, carrying my utterly exhausted body, left the garden …

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