Rape of one's own daughters

The year I graduated high school, my girlfriend Barbara, whom I'd been dating for months, told me she was pregnant. A week later, we got married.
Strictly speaking, we weren't in love; we were just together. My reason for dating her was that she was the sexiest girl on the school cheerleading team, especially known for her enormous 34F breasts—a notorious "big boobs queen" among several nearby schools.
Marriage was a reluctant but necessary decision. However, when we discovered she was carrying a girl, I was incredibly disappointed. I'm a very traditional man; a son is far more important than a daughter.
Disappointed, I tried to maintain the marriage, even giving up a guaranteed university education to find a job and support my family. Even now, I wonder what would have happened if I had continued my studies.
I was only eighteen when I got married, a tall, handsome high school graduate with no opportunities in the job market.
After repeated job rejections and ridicule, I made a painful decision and started my own business: 'Getting Things Done Limited'.
Need help setting up a VCR? Digital TV? Smartphone? Computer?
Look no further than me.
Need help assembling your kids' bikes? Or furniture like tables and chairs?
Give me a call.
At first, I was the only one working hard, but over time, with appropriate investments, the company grew. Now, I have thirty-two employees, men and women, all university graduates. Most of these are part-time workers, bright and inexpensive, keeping costs low. I provide them with flexible working hours, the legal minimum wage, free lunch and dinner, and a hefty year-end bonus… if they stay until the end of the year. With
the company on track, my workload has decreased significantly. At least, I no longer have to go out personally. I just visit the company a few times a week to check on everything and make sure everything is running smoothly. Then I stay home, reviewing the profits and losses of stocks, bonds, and other investments.
As a middle-aged man who had just turned twenty-eight, I lived a leisurely life, had a successful career, and, more importantly… had plenty of money in my pocket.
Unfortunately, not everything was so perfect… my wife, with her large breasts, wasn't there to share it all.
After giving birth to our eldest daughter, Susan, Barbara bore me two more lovely daughters. However, six years ago, before my career had truly taken off, one afternoon I came home early and found this bitch lying naked on the bed, her enormous breasts jiggling, having an affair with a plumber.
In a fit of rage, I smashed the adulterer's nose, and amidst his pleas, kicked the useless man out the door; then, after a simple legal process, I divorced that adulterous woman.
Having relinquished custody, she disappeared from the sight of me and my three daughters. The last time I heard anything about her was when I heard she had moved to a nearby city, become addicted to drugs, and stood on the street every night, shaking her large, voluptuous breasts, selling her voluptuous and sexy body for a degrading and decadent life.
I don't know if this news was true or not, but it did give me a sense of pleasure.
Because of my divorce, I have been raising my three lovely daughters alone since I was twenty-two. Looking back on my life, I have never wanted to be the kind of man who gives up easily, so although it was indeed difficult, I still raised Susan, Jenny, and Michelle.
While striving for my career, I personally changed diapers for my daughters, fed them bottles, helped my three little darlings with potty training, and clumsily sang to them to sleep.
During the week, the nanny I hired helped a lot, but after six o'clock in the evening and throughout the weekend, the responsibility fell entirely on me.
As I knew from the beginning, being a father in a mother's role is not easy, but once I started, I wouldn't give up, and I was truly willing to sacrifice for my daughters.
There was only one thing that made me very uncomfortable. Being completely drained by caring for my three daughters, I had no time, energy, or interest in dating other women.
As a man in my prime, I naturally felt quite hungry and unsatisfied with this lonely life, so occasionally I would sneak off to some rave pubs in the city, spend some money on drinks, and meet some wild teenage girls.
Of course, my three precious daughters knew nothing about these things. They were all so lovely, blonde-haired, blue-eyed little angels, and I didn't want these things to taint their hearts. My
eldest daughter, Susan, was independent and self-reliant, her intelligence fully reflected in her outstanding academic performance; my second daughter, Jenny, was naturally quiet, loved housework, and her cooking skills were comparable to adults, but her introverted personality made her easily shy when praised; as for the youngest, Michelle, she was a cute little girl who loved to stick to her father all day.
I often treated them like little girls who would never grow up, thinking that this father-daughter life of mutual dependence would continue forever; until Susan was twelve years old and had her first period, our lives changed.
Listening to my eldest daughter's half-whiny complaint about needing money for a new bra, I was forced to realize with surprise that she had become a teenager, no longer a little girl. Soon, she would need her own space, her own phone, and might even start dating.
After some consideration, I decided to do what other parents do: give my daughter birth control pills, so that one day I wouldn't have to angrily raise a grandchild who suddenly appeared.
But changes beyond my expectations happened one after another, until that night when my entire life was drastically altered.
That night, a storm came, thunder roared, and the wind howled as if trying to rip the roof off the house. I couldn't sleep, and I kept thinking about the several newly hired female college graduates at the company, their revealing and provocative clothes, their seductive swaying hips as they walked. My heart was aroused, so I flipped through the latest issue of Playboy, my hand in my pants, masturbating.
Suddenly, there was a soft knocking at the door, followed by a sob that sounded almost like crying. I was jolted awake, remembering that Susan, though seemingly brave, had always been terrified of thunder.
"Dad, I can't sleep… I'm so scared. Can I hold you while I sleep?"
Her delicate voice sounded so innocent, but I was in an awkward, aroused state, burning with desire.
Perhaps I should have loudly said "No" and sent my daughter back to her room…
"Okay, my darling daughter, come in."
The door opened, and the little angel, startled by the thunder, rushed in. Oh my god, she looked so adorable in her light blue pajamas.
But… what was even more captivating was her snow-white body, clearly exposed beneath her thin clothing. Though her curves were still quite youthful, her breasts, inherited entirely from her mother, were already full and rounded at such a young age, adorned with a bra; and the cotton panties covering her delicate little bottom further fueled my boiling blood.
When I held her in my arms, besides feeling the pleasure of her full breasts rubbing against my chest, I also smelled a fragrance unique to a twelve-year-old girl, like a slightly unripe yet gradually ripening fruit, tempting one to pluck it.
My daughter and I embraced tightly, I held her close, gently comforting her unease; however, my penis, like a venomous snake, instinctively sought out her soft buttocks, repeatedly trying to bury itself deep within.
“Dad, there’s something…”
"Baby, sleep."
Startled by my daughter's panic, I tried to fall asleep quickly, but the noise of the storm, the burning desire in my heart, and the alluring, sinful scent emanating from my daughter made it impossible. Instead, my erection grew harder and hotter.
I struggled for half an hour, the wind and rain outside still raging, mirroring my chaotic state of mind.
Driven by wicked thoughts, I suddenly reached out and cupped my daughter's full, snow-white breasts—beyond the size of girls her age—gently caressing and circling them, letting my hand feel their smoothness.
The wondrous sensation of playing with my own daughter's breasts brought me to a height of excitement I hadn't felt in years. Involuntarily, I shifted my lower body, pressing Susan's round, white buttocks close to my hard, bulging crotch, and began to slowly rub them.
I had assumed my daughter was fast asleep, but unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, I heard her faint, mournful cry, like a fledgling.
"Dad, Dad, what are you doing? Don't touch me, your hand... how could you do this? I'm your daughter..."
Susan's panicked screams didn't stop my burning desire. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my arm.
This little brat, she actually dared to bite me?
Overwhelmed with shock and anger, I instinctively defended myself, gripping Susan, who was crying out in pain, even tighter. A multitude of thoughts raced through my mind.
After the divorce, I sacrificed the best years of my life raising these little girls to adulthood, but what did I get in return? Now that they've grown up, they've started to rebel against me, reject me, and bite me back like this, ungrateful like their whore mother?
No way! No matter what, I'm this girl's biological father. Who gave her the right to rebel against me?
"Shut your dog mouth! You're just like your ungrateful mother, so ungrateful! When did you get the guts to talk to me like that? Let me tell you, I've put up with your dog mouth long enough!"
I roared angrily, giving Susan my final punishment order. "Take off that damned outfit of yours, get down on all fours, I'm going to teach you a lesson."
My harsh shout startled Susan. This was normal, because I had never scolded her like this before. Even for the biggest things, I would only give her a hard slap on the palm or a couple of spanks on the buttocks... Of course, she would always be fully clothed.
Actually, I didn't know what was wrong with me tonight, that I had become so ferocious, but I was certain that I couldn't stop.
While she was still in a daze, I took a step forward, grabbed the collar of her robe and ripped it open, revealing a simple little bra. The light blue bra couldn't contain her full breasts, which looked to be about a 30C.
I knew my daughter had started developing quite early, but… a twelve-year-old girl with a C-cup? I don't know if it's something she inherited from her mother, or if kids these days are just developing too well.
Dad suddenly changed his expression, startling Susan, who cried out repeatedly, "No! No!" But I was consumed by lust and ignored her cries. Just like years ago with that big-breasted slut, I reached out and roughly grabbed her breasts.
"Ouch…" Hearing my daughter cry out in pain, I inwardly admired her. Even through her bra, she was still so bouncy; this girl had definitely inherited her mother's good looks.
At this moment, Susan seemed to come to her senses and remembered to resist, her hands frantically hitting me. I quickly grabbed her hands, then pulled them away, grabbed her light blue bra and ripped it open with a "whoosh," then used it to bind her hands.
"Waaah... Daddy, no! I'm your own daughter! No... Waaah..."
Driven by rage, I couldn't hear anything else. Without a word, I pulled Susan down onto my lap, yanking her pajama bottoms and white panties down to her calves, revealing her snow-white, smooth, and round buttocks.
I carefully admired every inch of my daughter's skin. Her round, full breasts looked very firm; the pink buds on the peaks were fresh and tempting. Between her legs, sparse golden pubic hair clearly showed her cute, tender vulva.
Susan struggled and rolled desperately, trying to break free from my lap, crying pitifully and begging me to stop. These unnecessary actions didn't elicit my pity, only fueling my anger. I decided to teach this unruly girl a lesson in family ethics and respect, to make her understand who the master of this house was.
“Shut your mouth. I’m telling you, I’m going to spank you fourteen times. You better count carefully. If you miss even one… well, we’ll start all over again.”
Under this violent coercion, the weak Susan had no choice. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist and slapped her snow-white buttocks with the other.
“One (slap), two (slap), three (bang)… Ah! Good… Oh, I hate you! I hate you! Why did you hit me? Waaah… Four (slap slap), waaaah…”
“Slap!”
With the crisp sound of my hand slapping her buttocks, Susan’s whole body began to tremble.
“Five… It hurts!”
Susan cried out loudly.
“It’s supposed to hurt. This is your punishment for disobeying your father!”
I shouted angrily, slapping her other soft buttocks hard with my palm.
“Slap!”
“Ah… six…”
The soft skin of her snow-white buttocks quickly turned red. Being able to slap such elastic, tender flesh gave me an indescribable pleasure.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
"Ah...it hurts...please have mercy!"
Under my merciless slaps, Susan cried her eyes out, a complete mess of tears, not knowing how hard she had to read to the end.
"Waaah...thirteen already (slap)...fourteen."
After a round of slaps, my daughter's soft, snowy bottom was now stained with a beautiful rose-red; intricate handprints appeared on her firm, fleshy buttocks.
Susan, seemingly exhausted, kept panting and dry heaving. Seeing her pitiful state, my anger gradually subsided, but at that moment, I made a life-changing decision: to rape my eldest daughter.
Without warning, I threw my crying daughter onto the bed, then quickly grabbed her ankles, not giving her a chance to struggle, spread her legs wide, held them firmly, and kissed her like a lustful devil.
“You little bitch, I bet you’re not a virgin anymore. You young girls are all the same, slutty and cheap. You haven’t even graduated from school and you’re already messing around with male students. Bah! Let me tell you, if other men can fuck you, I can too. At least, I’m the father who gave birth to your little cunt, so you deserve to be fucked by me!”
I stood between Susan’s legs, grinning maliciously. “Baby, Daddy’s going to fuck your little cunt. Tonight, Daddy’s going to fuck every part of your body.”
“No, Daddy, you can’t do this. I… I’m still a virgin. Please, go away, go away!”
Faced with imminent doom, an indescribable fear flashed in Susan’s eyes. She cried out hoarsely, kicking her slender legs, but I held them tightly, adjusted my position with my penis, and began to force my way in.
At first, I lifted her legs, trying to spread them as wide as possible to expose my daughter's innocent vulva. Then, I slowly touched those tender, beautiful lips with my penis. During this process, I had to use my hands to restrain Susan's hands, because she was like a wildcat, constantly trying to scratch my face with her nails.
Of course, with such a large difference in body size, these little struggles were completely useless.
"Hey, baby daughter, want to prove to Daddy that you're really a virgin? Are you ready? I promise it will hurt."
As my glans touched the supple hymen, I grinned at my daughter, and then thrust in hard and heavy, taking her virginity amidst Susan's miserable screams.
God, my daughter's vagina is so tight, and it's fucking hot and burning!
While raping my own daughter, I lowered my head and sucked and played with her full C-cup breasts, laughing happily.
"Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it? From now on, you're mine. You're my daughter, my little slutty whore, my fucking toy. Accept it. Every daughter is born to be fucked by her father."
In the throes of pleasure, I shuddered and ejaculated my thick semen deep into my daughter's tender little hole without reservation.
After I pulled out my penis, exhausted but excited, Susan curled up her naked body, crying incessantly until she fainted from exhaustion.
Although she had just lost her virginity, the girl's body lying there still seemed so pure and flawless, especially the bright red stain flowing down her snow-white thighs, which strongly stimulated the beast in my heart. As a result, not long after, I woke my daughter up and raped her again.
Afterwards, I threatened my daughter, telling her that no one would believe her lies, that she should give up on asking outsiders for help, and forced her to start taking birth control pills. As for taking her to get the pills, I of course explained to the doctor that my daughter had a boyfriend and that I was getting birth control pills just in case.
When I spoke to the doctor like that, Susan always kept her head down, remaining silent for a long time. There were no witnesses to my affair with her, and I had always warned her that if anything happened to me, she would lose everything, end up on the streets, and even if she was adopted by a family, she would be forced to separate from her two younger sisters. Her classmates at her new school would soon find out that she was a little slut who had been fucked by her own father.
Susan was an outgoing and spoiled daughter, so from that time on, she constantly sought opportunities to run away, but whenever she returned home, she became silent and withdrawn, only shouting loudly at one particular time.
"No! You beast…don't!"
On the same day I got the birth control pills, I dragged my eldest daughter into the room again, enjoying her youthful body once more. This time, I made her lie face down on the edge of the bed, raising her tender little buttocks high, and fucked her newly deflowered vagina from behind in a doggy-style position.
Chapter Two: Jenny
In the following twelve months, I raped Susan an average of several times a week, sometimes more. To avoid suspicion and prevent her two younger sisters, Jenny and Michelle, from finding out, I usually bathed with Susan and had sex in the bathroom. During this time, she learned how to give her father's large penis oral sex.
But no man is immune to greed. After Susan, I became curious about my other two daughters' development, wondering if these seemingly innocent and adorable girls, like their older sister, had given me unexpected surprises.
Originally, after they turned seven, I avoided bathing with them, but taking advantage of their protests about why their older sister could bathe with me, I brought them back into the bathroom and stripped them naked.
It was then that I realized I had indeed neglected my duty. Eleven-year-old Jenny's breasts had begun to develop, becoming small B-cup breasts; as for Michelle, although her chest was flat, it gave me hope for her future growth.
Besides bathing, I also sought opportunities to enjoy myself elsewhere, especially when watching TV with my daughters. I would always find a chance to lift their skirts and let their little bottoms sit on my penis.
But my favorite was still my eldest daughter, who could wag her ass and actually swallow my cock with her pussy.
To show I was a generous and good father, Susan received more benefits than her younger sister. Besides the special nutritious milk that was often sprayed on her face, her snow-white breasts, and even her belly; Jenny and Michelle also often asked me when they could have their own telephones and radios like their older sister, and not be subject to set bedtimes.
I treated this eldest daughter like an adult, like Susan was the mistress of the house, and I would buy her everything she wanted.
Gradually, Susan developed a habit of demanding expensive luxury items before or after I raped her, wanting me to buy them for her immediately, but then discarding them after only a few uses.
As a father, I was quite dissatisfied with Susan's extravagant and wasteful habits. What if one day she earned her own money and wanted to maintain such a lavish lifestyle, but didn't have enough financial resources? Would she become like those decadent young people, living on debt? I wouldn't allow that.
However, every time I saw her wriggling her snow-white buttocks and her increasingly full and firm breasts, being fucked by me like a wanton prostitute, I happily tolerated her little bit of willfulness.
Not long after, three weeks after my second daughter Jenny's twelfth birthday, she also got her first period. I quickly prepared birth control pills for her.
Coincidentally, that weekend Susan asked to stay overnight at a friend's house. I wouldn't have agreed easily, but considering this was a good opportunity to start disciplining Jenny, I made an exception and nodded.
Unlike her older sister, Jenny was a well-behaved, sensible, and easily shy little thing. She had been very obedient and listened to her father since she was little. I had to be patient with her and not hurt her fragile and delicate heart by being too hasty. On Friday night, Susan had already left. I put sleeping pills in her milk before bedtime. After Michelle fell asleep, I simply took off my clothes, went into Jenny's room, and helped the sleeping girl take off her bathrobe.
Having learned from Susan's experience, I wasn't in a hurry this time. I simply held her delicate ankles, pulled her panties down to her knees, spread her legs wide, and lifted her buttocks, carefully admiring her vulva.
I parted the sparse pubic hair to confirm the appearance of my daughter's vulva. I saw that tender pink flower garden, slightly swollen, but the virgin's gate was tightly closed, leaving me no gap.
I gently rubbed her vulva, and soon the girl's body reacted, leaving my palms full of her love juice. I put my hand in my mouth, tasting Jenny's virgin love juice, and then used my fingers to part her labia, admiring them carefully.
The vaginal walls seemed very tight, only able to be parted slightly, and I couldn't resist sticking my tongue inside to lick.
"Hmm? Dad, what are you... doing? Ah!"
This action woke Jenny. Startled awake from her sweet dream, she widened her eyes instantly after seeing my actions, and cried out in alarm and innocence.
"Dad! You can't do this..."
Before she could finish speaking, I covered her mouth and shoved my panties inside, leaving her only able to let out muffled moans. Meanwhile, I, in the heat of the moment, greedily licked the ever-blooming flower between her legs.
"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah...ah..."
Even with her panties stuffed in her mouth, Jenny couldn't resist the strange sensations emanating from her lower body, letting out frequent screams.
I stretched out my tongue, licking the moist flesh. With practiced skill, Jenny's juices flowed incessantly, some even dripping down her buttocks onto the floor. I was incredibly excited, so I sucked hard, and with a "whoosh," I sucked almost all the juices into my mouth.
"Ugh...ah...ah!"
Jenny screamed long, her vagina contracting incessantly. I got up and saw my second daughter with her eyes rolled back, her head tilted slightly back, her mouth stuffed with panties, making "ah...ah" breathing sounds. Her rapid panting made her small breasts, which had already developed into B-cup breasts, sway incessantly.
At this moment, I was aroused, so I took the panties out of her mouth and praised her happily.
"Jenny, you're really great. Your sister doesn't have an orgasm as easily as you...Daddy will love you more from now on."
Hearing my praise, Jenny turned her face away, a few tears still glistening in the corners of her round, big eyes, her little mouth tightly closed, looking very pitiful.
I launched a renewed offensive, placing my hands on Jenny's lower abdomen and gently rubbing it. Her body trembled slightly, seemingly very aggrieved, but unlike her sister's first time, she didn't resist fiercely, causing me any inconvenience. Noticing this, I slowly moved my hands upwards, grasping her soft, snow-white B-cup breasts.
"Ugh...it hurts...Daddy, don't do this..."
Jenny cried softly, her body trembling even more violently; I gripped her soft, snow-white breasts tightly, deforming them in my palms, and said, "Does it hurt? My darling daughter, did Daddy hurt you? But that's how things are, just bear with it for a bit and it'll be fine. You'll be even more excited than you were during your orgasm later."
Hearing my advice, my daughter excitedly shook her head from side to side.
"Ugh...no...no...ugh..."
Amid Jenny's cries of pain, I pushed my penis forward, but a sharp pain shot through my glans; blocked by her hymen, which was making a final resistance, my penis couldn't penetrate. I cursed under my breath, parted her lips with my fingers, and slowly inserted my penis. After a moment, the entire head was inside.
"Oh..."
I let out a lewd howl. Jenny's vagina, being forcibly entered by a man for the first time, reacted violently to the rapist. First, it contracted and trembled incessantly, then it tightly gripped the head of my penis within its walls, making it difficult to move in or out.
Jenny felt unprecedented pain, her large eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her nails clenched so tightly they dug into her hands, her small mouth wide open, making "ah...ah" sounds in her throat, as if trying to alleviate the pain from her lower body by making sounds.
I slowly adjusted to the tight pressure of her virgin vagina, thinking it was time, so I leaned down and spoke to my daughter face to face.
"Baby, Daddy will count to three, and then I'll go in, and then you'll be a little woman."
After hearing this, tears streamed down Jenny's face, and she looked at me like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
"One...two..."
Jenny pleaded weakly as I counted down, "No, Dad, please let me go! My teacher taught us that a girl's virginity is to be given to her husband...sigh!"
To preserve her virginity for her future husband? Such a ridiculous and outdated idea almost made me laugh. Without another word, I thrust my hips forward, preempting my future son-in-law, and said "three."
"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts..."
Jenny cried out in pain as my penis brutally pierced her hymen. Except for her small, tender breasts, which I held firmly in my hands, her entire body was forced backward.
At this point, I wasn't in a hurry to attack, slowly savoring the pleasure of deflowering her. A virgin is indeed a virgin; her vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, without a single gap. A warm sensation spread through my glans, an indescribable pleasure.
I slowly pulled my penis out, leaving only the glans embedded. Then, grasping her breasts for leverage, I thrust forward with all my might, and with a "pop," it slid in completely.
"It hurts...it hurts..."
Jenny screamed, her head thrown back, ravaged like a candle in the wind, her head shaking violently. A trickle of virgin blood flowed from her vulva to the ground, her body trembling intensely.
"Shh, baby, be quiet, don't make a fuss. Daddy's going to help you grow up now, don't bother me...uh, your little cunt is so tight, you're such a good daughter, um...it feels so good to fuck you, Daddy didn't raise you for nothing."
Jenny's painful cries seemed to cheer me on, making me thrust even harder, each stroke going all the way in. The two different genitals collided, making a slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh, which was incredibly beautiful.
“Baby, don’t lie there so stiffly. Shake your butt like your sister, that’s what Daddy likes… Hmm, good girl, now open your mouth and let Daddy suck your tongue… Yes, that’s it. Okay, now Daddy will try out my baby daughter’s breasts, see how they’re developing.”
Having her virginity defiled by her father, Jenny cried incessantly throughout the process, while I freely manipulated her body, performing many lewd positions I had long dreamed of.
It felt good, but I felt a little unsatisfied. Therefore, I decided to explore another virgin flower on Jenny’s body—her tender anus, a tight, narrow anus of a twelve-year-old, surely the warmest and most comfortable place in the world.
Pulling out my penis, bringing out a patch of bloody semen, I prepared my daughter mentally.
“Jenny, my darling, Daddy wants you to roll over, put your hands on the bed, and stick your butt up a little higher, hmm… good girl, that’s it. It will hurt a little at first, but every woman in the world has to go through this.”
“Dad, why? What did I do wrong? I’m sorry, I apologize, I promise I’ll change, please don’t punish me anymore, okay? My lower part hurts so much…”
“Oh, my little darling, you didn’t do anything wrong, Daddy just wants to fuck you. I’m your father, so your whole body is mine. My good daughter, your asshole looks so cute, Daddy wants to cum inside you again. I promise, it won’t hurt so much next time.”
I thrust my hips forward, and my entire penis instantly disappeared into Jenny’s ass. Even though there was lubricant on my penis, because the intestinal walls were so tight, after such a forceful thrust, my entire penis felt like it was peeling off.
Jenny started crying loudly again from the pain. I struggled to thrust my penis in and out; there was no resistance at the end, allowing me to push it in as far as I wanted.
As my penis pushed in, her buttocks would touch the outside. I reached out and pressed her firm buttocks, spreading them apart to allow my penis to penetrate deeper.
After a while, Jenny, probably exhausted from crying, could no longer support herself with her elbows, and her upper body went limp on the bed, her consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.
"Ah... something hard, it's about to burst my stomach..."
As she tireed, her anus loosened, and I increased the speed of my thrusts, ejaculating soon after.
It was an incredibly pleasurable experience, but since inserting my penis into my daughter's anus was a spur-of-the-moment decision, some unexpected results occurred.
When I pulled my penis out, it inevitably got covered in feces and semen, but Jenny seemed extremely uncomfortable, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.
Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly caught a stench. I saw the enlarged anus, and with a few "plop, plop" sounds, brownish mucus oozed out. The pink anus, like a fish's mouth, opened and closed frequently.
"Ughhhhhh!"
Following the discharge, Jenny seemed extremely ashamed, burying her head deep in the pillow. With a sob, her lower abdomen twitched, and she expelled a soft, yellow stool, which fell to the floor, instantly staining her snow-white buttocks a brownish hue.
This unexpected change left me speechless. It took considerable effort to clean up the scene, and I reminded myself to be more prepared next time.
After I carried her to the bathroom and washed her, Jenny lay back down on the bed.
Unlike her unruly older sister, Jenny didn't resist fiercely, didn't try to escape, and didn't even utter those annoying curses and screams.
None of that.
She simply wept quietly like a good girl, mourning her lost innocence.
The next day, I didn't touch Jenny, letting her rest. But when Susan returned home on Sunday night and noticed her sister's unusual behavior, she trembled with rage, like an angry mother cat, hitting and scratching me, calling me the most inhuman dog in the world.
The result… of course, was that I pinned her to the bed, gave her a good spanking, and then fucked her asshole hard.
That's how things were settled. Since having my two daughters, my sex life has become much more varied; sometimes I rape one of them, but sometimes the three of us have sex together.
I threaten them that if they don't comply, they'll be kicked out of the house and live like beggars on TV, in a dirty and filthy life. Of course, if they're willing to be good daughters, licking their father's penis and getting fucked in bed, then I'll give them everything they want.
Susan is still a stubborn and willful girl who deliberately defies me. Even when I buy her things as she asks, she often finds opportunities to cause trouble or deliberately avoids me, far less obedient than Jenny. She never asks for anything, and even when I occasionally try to buy her things, she shakes her head and says no, acting like a very virtuous little housewife.
However, both of them still adhere to basic rules and haven't publicized our family's shameful affair.
This blissful family life lasted only nine months before I discovered that getting hooked was a terrible thing, because I couldn't wait for my youngest daughter, Michelle, to start her period.
While she didn't have any menstrual issues, I could even save on birth control pills—wouldn't that be simpler?
After a brief consideration, I decided to let her join her sisters. However, this time I didn't want to be careless; I wanted something meaningful.
After much deliberation, I had the backyard swimming pool thoroughly cleaned, adding slides, diving boards, and other toys, making it look brand new as a gift for my youngest daughter's tenth birthday. The girls, being naturally playful, were overjoyed at the sight of the new pool and couldn't wait to try it out.
I told them to wait until the morning of her birthday. After breakfast, I gave each of them a swimsuit, and the three sisters exclaimed in unison, rushing back to their room to change and get into the water for a swim.
After changing into my swim trunks and putting on a towel, I was about to go out when I heard laughter, playful shouts, and splashing water coming from the backyard. A thought struck me: if I suddenly went out, I might spoil the atmosphere. After all, Susan and Jenny, as they've gotten older, have been deliberately hiding from me when changing clothes. The three sisters were having so much fun; if I suddenly appeared, Michelle might not notice, but Susan and Jenny would definitely try to hide.
With that in mind, I decided not to rush out. Instead, I went around to the poolside and, from behind a glass door, secretly filmed my three daughters splashing and playing in the pool with my V8 camera.
Chapter 3: Michelle
Susan swam back and forth in the pool like a mermaid, wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit with a V-shaped opening at the chest that reached her navel, secured by several gleaming silver chains; the back had the same design. Her half-exposed D-cup breasts revealed a sexy cleavage, and the light blue swimsuit clung tightly to her milky white skin, creating a striking contrast.
Jenny stood half-standing in the pool, splashing and playing with her sister. Her swimsuit was a milky white two-piece set: a tank top and a skirt-like bottom, paired with white tights that only reached her upper thighs. The tank top, wet from playing in the water, clung to her skin and became semi-transparent, emphasizing her alluring curves. The tank top barely covered her large breasts, the narrow fabric pressing them tightly together and revealing a deep cleavage.
Susan was a year older than Jenny, and her breasts had developed much earlier; at only fifteen, she already had a respectable D-cup. But since I deflowered Jenny, because of her gentle and obedient nature, she'd been fucked far more often than her sister. As a result of being constantly exposed to male hormones, her breasts swelled rapidly, like a pair of inflated little balls. Before she was even fourteen, she already had a D-cup; at this rate, it was only a matter of time before she surpassed her.
My gaze drifted to the water slide by the pool, where I found Michelle dodging her sister's splashes. She was wearing a leopard-print bikini, laughing innocently and happily.
Looking at her beautiful face, I felt a wave of dizziness; her pure and pristine body was beyond words.
Her bright blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed playfully behind her head. Her breasts, remarkably large for a ten-year-old, stood erect like two adorable little white doves. Since the shot only captured her profile, the lens captured a delicate curve from her neck to her waist; below that was her snow-white bottom, tightly encased in leopard-print swim trunks, followed by long, slender legs—her thighs were also quite thin, perhaps due to her young age.
"Hey, stop splashing me!"
"Hehe, it's your birthday today."
While capturing my daughters' joyful laughter, I couldn't resist secretly giving my poor little penis a few rubs before slowly approaching from the shade of the trees, trying not to be noticed.
Three little angels of different beauty—one wild and fiery, one gentle and quiet, one innocent and pure—swam and played in the pool, laughing and frolicking, unaware that their swimsuits were soaked and barely concealed their bodies, revealing their two pink nipples peeking out from under the thin fabric. Jenny and her sister were having so much fun that their swimsuits had shifted, revealing most of their ample breasts above the water.
But it wasn't just their breasts that were captivating. As the three sisters swam together, their buttocks floated on the surface, their swimsuits shifting to reveal even more of their white, tender bottoms. Watching
my three daughters undulating in the water, their breasts protruding and their buttocks swaying, my penis was as hard as a spear ready for battle, throbbing gently in my pants—it was incredibly uncomfortable. I quickly put my V8 on the table, set it to automatic recording, and then jumped into the water with a splash.
Water splashed everywhere, and my daughters screamed and scattered. Michelle, seeing me finally in the water, laughed happily, completely unaware that as soon as I entered the water, I positioned myself next to Jenny, wrapping my arm around her slender waist and leading her to a corner near the slide; meanwhile, I forcefully pulled her soft little hand, through her swimsuit, and gently massaged my erect penis.
Jenny tried to dodge, but I held her firmly; she couldn't break free. Finally, she quickly submitted, deftly moving her slender fingers to slip her hands inside her swim trunks, stroking my penis and occasionally teasing my testicles.
I moaned with pleasure, while I heard Michelle curiously asking her sister why Daddy and her second sister weren't playing with them, and Susan angrily trying to pull her younger sister away from witnessing the shameful incestuous act. But it was too late. As I reached my climax in a state of heightened excitement, I ejaculated with unparalleled pleasure, and a pool of thick, white fluid immediately floated to the surface.
Susan screamed and hurriedly pulled Michelle out of the pool, went inside to change, and ended this unusual birthday celebration.
That evening, after my youngest daughter finished her tenth birthday cake, I called all three daughters to the bedroom and told them to take off their clothes and lie on the big bed.
Jenny was the first to silently agree; Susan snorted and pointed at me, cursing me as a beast who wouldn't even spare his own daughters, but after I picked up a wooden board and hit her firm buttocks twice, she obediently lay down on the floor.
Michelle was completely confused about what was happening. Seeing her two older sisters like this, she thought they were playing some kind of family game, so she happily took off her top, then quickly took off her shorts and underwear, kicked them aside, and lay down on the floor.
It was truly an indescribable lewd scene: three tender, white buttocks and peach-pink, sexy vulvas, lined up together, waiting for their father's favor.
I sat down on the bed, grasped my semi-erect penis, and began stroking it while simultaneously ordering Michelle to open her little mouth and lick the hard spot with her smooth, sweet tongue.
At first, Michelle struggled, refusing to lick "Daddy's pee-pee stuff," but after I drizzled her favorite chocolate sauce on my penis and repeatedly reassured her that it would make Daddy happy, she finally timidly stuck out her tongue and licked the purplish-red glans bit by bit, like eating ice cream.
Poor Michelle had no idea what was about to happen to her, nor did she know that the "stinky thing" she was shaking her little head and diligently licking and sucking with her little mouth was the weapon that would soon deflower her; she was just giving me oral sex, trying to please her father.
As for her two older sisters lying on the floor, Susan's eyes were filled with resentment and contempt, while Jenny had a gloomy expression of not being able to bear watching, but under my threatening gaze, neither of them said anything they shouldn't.
The sight of her tender, snow-white body, and her innocent, pure expression as she performed filthy and obscene actions, created a wicked scene that gave me an intense climax that only intercourse could bring.
Soon, I ejaculated thick, white semen onto my daughter's adorable little face. Perhaps because it was smeared with chocolate sauce, Michelle didn't vomit like Susan when she first tasted semen, disgusted by the strong, fishy smell. Instead, she licked it with relish, greedily scraping the white, cloudy semen from her face and slowly swallowing it.
"Hehe, so delicious, Daddy! Did I make you happy? I don't know if I did it right, but if you teach me how, Michelle will do even better next time!"
As my little daughter innocently giggled, climbed onto my lap, her tender skin rubbing against mine, and said things to please her father, I was instantly overcome with excitement. I picked Michelle up and, without a word, thrust my still-erect penis back inside her.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Because of the hasty movements, Michelle's mouth, with the large penis inside, choked and coughed repeatedly, saliva spurting from her lips.
Jenny, who had been lying on the floor, immediately knelt up upon hearing the coughing, her naked body pressed against her sister's back to soothe her discomfort. With Jenny taking over, I grabbed her blonde hair, pulling her head back and forth as I sucked on my penis, repeatedly pushing the glans deep into her throat.
The urge to ejaculate quickly arose, but rather than ejaculating into my daughters' tender mouths, I preferred to implant myself inside them.
Suppressing the urge to ejaculate, while my penis was still rock hard, I got up from the bed and went behind Susan, who was lying on the floor. Holding her plump, round buttocks, which had been nourished by my semen for a long time, I pressed the glans against her fleshy anus, ready to penetrate.
"You pervert! You beast! You raped us, you raped your own daughter, you have no humanity... Ahhh!" Amidst Susan's gritted teeth and curses, I began to penetrate this unruly woman's tender anus, raping her while slapping her plump, white buttocks hard, the sound echoing.
Throughout the process, Susan was like an untamed wild horse, violently thrashing her body, trying to throw me off and even try to tear me apart. But she didn't realize that her violent movements caused her round, white breasts to tremble, creating alluring waves, and every time she forcefully slammed her round buttocks back, I matched the rhythm, pounding her little asshole harder and more fiercely.
It was truly a very satisfying taming of a shrew. Finally, Susan collapsed, exhausted, with a long, mournful cry.
Then, I went behind Jenny, this quiet and obedient daughter, who, although still sticking her buttocks up high, burst into tears before I even got close.
"Please, Dad, don't do that, it really hurts... I'm willing to use other methods to help you ejaculate, but please don't put it in my ass, please..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, my little darling, but Daddy is always fair to you sisters. See your sister? Daddy can't be biased, so spread your legs a little, and relax your cute little asshole. Just a few more times and it won't hurt anymore."
Jenny bit her lower lip tightly and didn't say another word. After I had been fucking her for about ten minutes, before I felt the urge to ejaculate, I reluctantly pulled away from Jenny's white and smooth buttocks.
"Snowy baby, tomorrow you'll become a little woman. Daddy loves you, so I won't fuck your ass tonight, but you have to give your virginity to Daddy. Also, you two, let's have a happy family tonight. I want everyone to enjoy themselves, so Daddy is going to teach you something new."
I began to give orders to my daughter.
“Susan, lean your head over this side of the bed, open your legs… you stupid bitch, can’t you move your ass around too? Yes, right here, Jenny, you get behind your sister and lick her cunt, hmm, how can she enjoy it if you don’t stick your tongue in? Aren’t you sisters usually very close?”
After taking care of my eldest daughter, I certainly wouldn’t favor one over the other.
“Okay, Jenny, now it’s your turn, spread your legs wider; Xue’er, Daddy wants you to learn from your sister, go behind your second sister and lick her tender hole, think about how much your second sister usually dotes on you, why don’t you take this opportunity to repay her? Okay, keep licking, but lift your little ass up, yes, a little higher, so Daddy can fuck you.”
Admiring the beautiful scene before me made me pause for a moment, but any man in this world would feel it was worth it.
Three beautiful twin sisters, naked with their snow-white bodies, intertwined, licking each other's vulvas, their intimate and loving expressions...
tsk tsk, it seems my precious daughters, when they're being intimate with one another, give their all and hold nothing back when they're making love to me.
Michelle, that little darling, is especially good at it, parting her sparse golden hair and sucking on her sister's vulva, completely unconcerned about the filth dripping down; while shaking her white and tender little snow-white buttocks, making my lust burn fiercely, my penis tightly gripped, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Daddy, am I doing the right thing? Will doing this make you happy? Hmm, my sister's pee-pee isn't as tasty as Daddy's penis...Daddy, have I become a woman already? You said I'd become a little woman tonight."
Because her mouth was filled with the honey-like juices flowing from her sister's vulva, the little girl's voice was muffled, but I was amused by her innocent words.
Little girl, since you're so eager to grow up, Daddy will help you.
I smeared saliva evenly on the opening and the walls of her vagina. The muscles inside rhythmically gripped my fingers, seemingly resisting the entry of a foreign object. Then, I spat a little more onto the head of my penis and prepared to enter her. When the head of my penis was pressed against the slit of flesh, I first lifted one of her legs, used my fingers to pry open her tender labia, revealing the contracting vaginal opening, and tried to insert the head of my penis.
At first, Michelle was all smiles, but when her vagina swallowed half of my glans, she started to cry out.
"Ah...it hurts...Daddy...no...it won't go in, Michelle hurts so much...Michelle doesn't want to..."
I decided to keep going regardless, pushing my penis forward. Michelle cried out a few more times, and after my glans was fully inside, it was pushed out again by the strong contractions. It really felt completely different to fuck a child. Just that one squeeze of my glans almost made me ejaculate.
Susan and Jenny also stopped, each watching their little sister's deflowering process with different expressions.
From the beginning, Michelle's face was covered with tears, and she sobbed, "Daddy...it hurts so much...I don't want to...I don't want to be a woman anymore..."
"It hurts now, but it will feel better in a little while. Aren't you Daddy's good daughter? How can you disappoint Daddy?"
Michelle nodded, and I peeled open her tender vagina again. This time, because the opening was already covered with saliva from my glans, it slid in easily. I gently pushed in, inserting my penis a little further. Her small, narrow, tender vagina gripped it tightly; I had to use a bit of force to prevent it from slipping out.
The little girl's breathing became rapid, and sweat appeared on her forehead. Jenny leaned over and wiped the sweat from her bangs. I pushed in forcefully, and before a third of my penis was inside, I touched her hymen.
"Is it comfortable?"
"A little better... but it still hurts so much... my urethra hurts so much it feels like it's going to split open..."
Without offering any more comfort, I leaned back, pulled my penis, and then thrust in with all my might. With a "plop," a little over half of my penis was instantly inside the little girl's tender vagina. Her eyes widened, then tears welled up, and she let out a piercing scream.
Although only half of it was inside, the glans was already pressing against her clitoris, and her tender uterus throbbed like a heartbeat, blood seeping from the crease between the shaft and labia.
The two older sisters then made their move. Susan pressed herself against Michelle, licking her stiff nipples to soothe her pain; Jenny, after a brief hesitation, gently kissed her sister's lips. Judging from her expression, the little girl was crying out in agony; if not for her sisters' comforting words, she might have alerted the neighbors. Her
burning flesh remained contracted, Michelle seemingly using all her strength to resist the pain. I was worried it might cause vaginal spasms, but thankfully, after her two sisters comforted her, the little girl stopped crying, her body relaxed, and her vagina loosened somewhat.
I told Jenny to stop kissing, giving Michelle time to catch her breath. Her chest heaved violently, snot and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and pleaded.
"Daddy, it hurts so much… I… I think I'm bleeding down there… Michelle doesn't want it anymore… Waaah…"
Michelle cried even more pitifully than her two sisters had when they lost their virginity. But I continued thrusting my penis in and out, each thrust rubbing against her wound, causing her to moan softly in pain.
However, with Susan and Jenny licking her breasts and rubbing her clitoris, she gradually stopped crying, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, seemingly able to bear it.
The little girl's tender vagina clung to my penis, the walls beginning to secrete small amounts of vaginal fluid, the sticky, soft flesh like jelly, yet strangely tight around my penis.
My movements became more and more vigorous, until I almost pulled the entire length out of her vagina and then thrust it back in all at once. When I went in, it almost rolled into her labia, and when I pulled out, it felt like I was dragging out the tender flesh inside. This was because her vagina was so small and tight; perhaps I really should have waited a couple more years.
I thrust in and out like a madman, my testicles slapping against her snow-white buttocks, making a 'slap slap' sound. Michelle's breathing became faster and faster, her mouth unable to close, constantly panting, sweat dripping down her face.
Finally, Michelle suddenly cried out, her whole body stiffening as if in a spasm, her tender orifice contracting and gushing out a stream of thick, sticky fluid. Then, her body went limp, and she exhaled heavily.
As her vaginal muscles loosened, I ejaculated the most semen I had ever released, soaking my penis in the sticky, warm flesh before withdrawing.
As soon as the head of my penis left Michelle's body, semen, along with churned, turbid fluid, and of course, bright red virgin blood gushed from the opening.
Jenny, who had already prepared several clean tissues, came closer and gently and carefully wiped her sister's vulva. Her swollen, red flesh, torn open by the penetration, and her opening twisted and contracted, continued to slowly leak a murky, grayish-red liquid even after wiping with several sheets of paper…
Susan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her two naked sisters, then at her youngest sister's slender legs that could not be closed, and finally glared at me fiercely, her eyes filled with tears as she said hatefully,
“Beast…you even slept with your own daughters…you slept with all three of your daughters, you have no…no humanity…sob…”
Final Chapter: Retribution
The day after her deflowering, Michelle developed a fever. I didn't dare call a doctor, but just gave her fever reducers and anti-inflammatory drugs. She lay in bed for two days, but after that, she was full of energy and jumping around again. A
ten-year-old girl, she only vaguely understood sex and didn't understand the importance of chastity. Apart from being afraid of pain, she had no other psychological burden. With my patient and gentle guidance, she quickly reconciled with me, clinging to me and acting coquettishly, before I took her to bed.
The first few times weren't smooth sailing, but I gradually found a way. I used lubricant, made Michelle relax before each sexual encounter, and had Jenny kiss and touch her breasts. After a few times, the little girl began to experience pleasure, and later she would even cling to me, actively seeking intimacy.
For the next two years, I lived a very fortunate life, enjoying the pleasures of life with my three daughters who were gradually developing into beautiful young women.
If I wanted a passionate rape, I would find Susan, grab her hair, throw her on the bed, and tear off her expensive clothes like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, raping her brutally.
As she grew older, Susan looked more and more like her mother. With the same face and expression, I always loved to satisfy a sense of revenge by humiliating this unruly girl.
But sometimes, I also wanted to try the taste of royalty, hoping for a beautiful woman to grovel before me like a slave, listening to her sobs on the bed until she begged for mercy and cried out.
This is when my beloved Jenny came in handy… She was truly a good and adorable daughter, not only taking on all the household chores like a little mother, but also fulfilling the duties of a traditional housewife at night, offering her increasingly voluptuous and alluring youthful body.
Jenny especially hated me raping her buttocks; that tight, narrow little anus, as delicate as a newly sprouted daisy, was often broken and bled from my vigorous thrusting.
I enjoyed her cries of pain and the pleasure she gradually developed in anal sex, but I loved seeing her fear, pain, and deep sense of guilt when she was violated by her father.
Of the three daughters, Jenny prayed the most diligently and earnestly, especially after each act of father-daughter incest until orgasm, she always liked to confess something to God.
As for Michelle, she was my most beloved little sweetheart.
Perhaps because I cherished her being the youngest, I always treated her very gently later, whether hugging or thrusting, my movements were always gentle and slow. Michelle, who always used to cling to me, now often sleeps in my bed. At night, she turns into a sweet little slut, automatically spreading her legs and passionately making love with me.
In this blissful incestuous life, Susan and Jenny grew older and entered high school.
Susan received a scholarship upon entering high school, but what attracted her classmates' attention wasn't her excellent grades, but rather her enormous, 32E breasts that seemed about to burst out of her clothes.
Jenny, though her grades were average and she didn't receive a scholarship, joined the school cheerleading team and became its captain. During competitions, she stood before a group of young girls, her movements dynamic and energetic. Beneath her red and white cheerleading uniform, her F-cup breasts bounced like the most elastic jelly, attracting everyone's attention and always bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
The two sisters' fame spread far and wide, just like their mother Barbara had been. A bunch of hot-blooded boys, aroused by their large breasts, vied to invite them out for drives and movies, often resulting in fights over them. It was even rumored that some male teachers at school couldn't resist the temptation and would steal glances at their towering breasts during class.
Michelle was incredibly envious of her two older sisters' popularity. Luckily, her sisters didn't need my supervision and weren't interested in dating boys. Susan made no attempt to hide her hatred of men, while Jenny was like a frightened bird, terrified of any strange man's approach.
The three sisters were similar in size and usually had a lot to talk about, either exercising together to maintain the elasticity and firmness of their breasts, or discussing where to buy large and beautiful bras. Susan and Michelle often complained about sore shoulders and shortness of breath when running; Jenny would occasionally say that her large breasts made housework inconvenient.
I was pleased that my parenting approach was correct. At least Susan and Jenny didn't repeat their mother's mistakes, failing academically and only knowing how to rely on their natural assets—their large breasts—to attract men. Instead, they grew into well-mannered and self-respecting young women. Even
in this happiness, there were small shadows. One summer during Jenny's freshman year of high school, my two daughters vomited up their ham and eggs while eating breakfast. The two sisters covered their mouths and ran to the sink to vomit.
Seeing this, I realized something was wrong. Recently, I hadn't given them birth control pills because I was worried about their development. Had something really happened?
Later, I found some anti-nausea medication and gave it to them. Their pregnancy symptoms lessened considerably, but it couldn't be hidden forever; their bellies swelled up like balloons. Luckily, it was winter, and they were wearing thick coats, so it wasn't noticeable.
Of course, things couldn't continue like this. They were still high school students; how could I let pregnancy ruin their future? I found a way to arrange for a doctor to abort the pregnancies before anyone noticed.
Neither Susan nor Jenny objected to my decision. They knew very well what the consequences would be if they continued to attend school with such large pregnancies, but that didn't mean they liked abortion. After that incident, Susan became even more rebellious, often staying out overnight at her female classmates' houses; Jenny, on the other hand, became more taciturn, locking her Bible in a drawer and even ceasing her usual prayers, because… her God and scriptures considered abortion a grave sin.
And she was also the most unfortunate one. Because Susan was often away from home, Michelle, who was gradually becoming more aware of the ways of the world, began to realize the meaning of incest and gradually avoided me. Although she didn't show hatred towards me like her sister, the relationship between father and daughter was not as close as before. As a result, Jenny was the one who most often succumbed to my lewdness and was forced into bed for my sexual gratification.
…As a result of frequent sexual intercourse, she aborted two children for me within a year.
I thought this kind of life could continue forever, but one night, things changed. Barbara's mother, my former mother-in-law, came to visit her three granddaughters, but I, in the throes of passion, missed the doorbell.
Susan, who had just returned from outside and hadn't even had a chance to hide in her room, was grabbed by me, her eyes blazing with fury. I stood naked in the living room, my mind filled with thoughts of how to wantonly ravage the young woman's body before me.
"Susan, what are you waiting for? Kneel down here and lick your father's... uh, Mom, what are you doing here?"
No need for any more nonsense; that vicious old bitch immediately called the police and social welfare center.
Amidst the wailing of numerous police cars, my three daughters were taken from home, while I was handcuffed, preparing to face a cruel life behind bars.
However, things weren't entirely hopeless. Jenny and Michelle supported my lies, saying I hadn't done anything wrong to them and was a rare good father.
Even Susan, that unruly girl, refused to admit the shameful fact that she had been having an affair with her own father for four years, serving as his sex slave for four years, so she refused to testify in court.
Even more fortunately, everyone knows that in court, money talks, and I just happened to be rich, able to afford the best lawyers.
In court, my lawyer argued fiercely with my ex-mother-in-law, and this vicious old woman had to admit that she hadn't witnessed me having sex with my daughter. The jury couldn't reach a consensus, and the judge ultimately decided not to prosecute.
The law is always fair and just; I think I'll never forget the ugly sight of that old woman stamping her feet and weeping when the judge announced my immediate release and that I could take my daughter home.
However, things can't be perfect. When I got home, Susan stood protectively in front of my two younger sisters, loudly warning that if I misbehaved them again, she would sue me. Although I was furious, given what had happened before, to avoid danger, I had to restrain myself and stop hitting my daughters.
The family relationship plummeted to a freezing point, the atmosphere incredibly strange, and what ended this life was my daughters' choice to leave home one by one. In less than three years, none of my daughters were by my side.
Susan was the first of her three daughters to leave home independently.
She studied diligently, gained admission to the University of Southern California, and met a bright and academically gifted young man in graduate school. They quickly married.
After their marriage, the couple moved to California, living a lavish and high-quality life: a mansion, several luxury cars, high-limit credit cards, and… a large amount of debt with 18% revolving interest.
Susan had a penchant for reckless spending. This extravagant habit, cultivated since childhood, couldn't be changed simply by going to university and reading more books. Fortunately, it was the nascent high-tech industry of 1999, and both she and her husband were electronics and internet engineers. If they had worked together diligently, they could indeed have afforded such a high standard of living… if that short-lived young man hadn't been crushed to pieces in a car accident two years later.
Those two years from 1999 to 2001 are undoubtedly unforgettable for many. At the time, due to the dot-com bubble, on his way back from the bankrupt company, he didn't see the speeding truck… In short, human life is truly fragile.
Susan's world collapsed overnight. Her beloved husband died suddenly, and she lost her job due to the stock market crash. All her stocks became worthless. Worse still, she then realized that she could not possibly repay the enormous debts she had accumulated.
My eldest daughter quickly lost her mansion and luxury car. Because of her poor credit record, she was even refused to rent a small apartment. A proud female master's graduate and a rising star in the electronics industry, she was almost homeless.
When I last received a call from her, she seemed to want to say something, but the noise was too loud to hear clearly. Then came the monotonous voice indicating that time had run out, and finally, only a series of beeps.
As for my second daughter, Jenny, she had already moved out. Perhaps because she was eager to leave this family, she didn't wait until she graduated from high school to find a job. Then, at the age of nineteen, she married a middle-aged manager who was much older than her.
I didn't attend their shabby wedding, nor did I offer my blessings, because I knew that a wrong choice wouldn't yield the right results. And
I was right; soon after the marriage, her husband quickly revealed his true colors: a violent, irritable, alcoholic, and gambling scoundrel.
Poverty-stricken couples face endless sorrows; what harmonious life could they possibly have? I heard they were estranged, often fighting, even involving the police, but I didn't know the exact details until one day I went to a video store, where the male clerk recommended a film to me:
"G-Cup: My Lustful Wife!"
The cover featured a blonde, red-lipped, heavily made-up, seductive woman. Long, wavy blonde hair, half-open, slender eyes, and slightly pouting, full red lips exuded a sensual allure that ignited the desire in every man. The stretchy pants tightly hugged her thighs and plump buttocks, clearly revealing the outline of her vulva, even the shape of her labia majora was clearly visible. But what was most captivating were the two round, snow-white, G-cup breasts she held in her hands, so large and round, like the sweetest, juiciest fruits of a bountiful harvest, waiting to be savored by her patrons.
I could hardly believe my eyes. Was this seductive, wanton woman, her brows brimming with lust, really my gentle, quiet, and introverted daughter, Jenny? How could she have become like this? And even made such lewd pornographic films?
No father wants to believe such a thing, but I had to accept the reality before my eyes, especially when a familiar face appeared on the screen, hungrily licking the penises in her hands, an expression of extreme satisfaction on her face, twisting her hips and swaying her breasts, her snow-white, round breasts undulating like waves, as the black man's penis rapidly entered and exited her cunt, finally, amidst lewd moans, three men ejaculated onto her flawless white body.
Sitting blankly on the sofa, I didn't even know when the movie ended. When my mind cleared, I knew what had happened, but when I dialed Jenny's number, I found it had been changed hands; the original owner had moved and couldn't be contacted.
I frantically rushed into the video store, wanting to find out something, but before I could even speak, the clerk preemptively said that every customer who rented this movie came back to ask, and then pointed to a row of about seven or eight movies, saying they were all from the same series.
With heavy steps, I watched one film after another. The male leads ranged from white to black, and included Asian men of varying races; the filming locations were a chaotic mix—forests, beaches, supermarkets, cinemas, even roadside hot dog stands—but most were set in simple homes. The quality of the films was quite crude, yet they possessed a realism reminiscent of self-portraits. Regardless of the film, the female lead's wanton and seductive allure and her large, round breasts were always the most captivating elements.
Compared to her two older sisters, Michelle walked a smooth path of privilege. After her two older sisters left home, she moved in with her grandmother to avoid my contact.
Although this youngest daughter, whom I loved most, also chose to leave me, refusing to answer my calls and leaving my letters unanswered, I was still willing to pay her tuition and fees when the news came that she had been admitted to university with excellent grades, and I held high hopes for her.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. From an old news article in a tabloid, I learned that she had been hanging out with a group of delinquent girls in college, doing drugs and stealing, and was eventually expelled.
This was a bolt from the blue!
At first, I thought there was some mistake, but after checking the name and school, everything was correct. And in the corner of that black-and-white photo, the scantily clad, rebellious-looking girl was none other than my beloved youngest daughter.
I immediately called my ex-mother-in-law's house, and all I heard was her hysterical screaming.
"...She left with those bad friends, I don't know where she went. A neighbor said they saw her soliciting customers in a car. Oh, she's become a slut, just like her mother! Bill, you have to find her! You have to save your daughter!"
The phone receiver fell limply from my hands. This blow was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing me to completely collapse.
I looked around blankly.
A yellow piece of paper, magnetically attached to the refrigerator, bore Susan's phone number from three months ago—a number long since canceled, and her whereabouts were now unknown.
Seven or eight DVDs lay scattered haphazardly on the wool carpet, their covers featuring the alluring Jenny, her voluptuous breasts cupped in a seductive pose, cutting into my heart like sharp knives.
Old newspapers lay flat on the coffee table, Michelle's resentful and defiant expression, and the chilling text beside them—the nightmares I most wanted to forget.
Why had everything turned out this way? Where were my three angelic little daughters? How could that happy family, like a beautiful spring day, have become this cold, lifeless house?
"Hehe..."
"Hey, don't splash me with water, it's so cold!"
The same scene played on TV for what seemed like the umpteenth time: three blonde, blue-eyed beauties in gorgeous, form-fitting swimsuits, laughing and splashing in the clear blue water; their smiles were more precious than gold, their blonde hair more radiant than the sun.
Watching this scene, I suddenly burst into tears.
Was all this my sin? Was it my greedy and wicked desires that defiled my little angels, causing them to give up on themselves and fall into an abyss of eternal depravity?
The lonely old man, clinging to a pile of useless money, dying alone in a cold house!
The beggar, starving and freezing in the park, with nowhere to go, forever evading enormous debts!
The porn star flaunting her hot, voluptuous figure, shaking her large breasts, sucking and licking penises in adult films! The prostitute,
drug addicted, soliciting customers on the street, being ridden and pinned down by thousands!
My beloved Lord! Is this your retribution? Is this the punishment we deserve?
Then?
Another chapter of death and rebirth
. Of course not.
Apart from those foolish and rigid believers, who would believe that truly loving family members should suffer such an end?
How could our Father in heaven bring disaster and suffering upon His devout believers? How could retribution befall a harmonious and happy family?
Every believer who firmly believes in the Lord's grace knows that when God closes one window, He opens another door for His believers. The suffering we are experiencing now may be the turning point that changes everything.
I shouldn't be confused, I shouldn't be in pain, but should stand up and fight like a man.
Once I understood this, my body was filled with energy, and all my worries vanished. I stood up from the sofa, determined to turn everything around.
First, I hung up the phone, no longer wanting to hear that old woman's incessant crying. Then I sat down to think.
After some consideration, I suppressed the urge to search for her myself and called the detective agency my company usually dealt with, asking them to send their best people to help me find Michelle.
Perhaps I'd forgotten in my haste, because after hanging up, I remembered I should also entrust them with the search for Susan and Jenny. Just as I picked up the phone, the doorbell rang.
I got up to answer the door, and in that instant, I sincerely thanked God that, three years after the father and daughter's near-collapse, Susan had reappeared before me and spoken to me.
Susan was wearing a dirty, faded crew-neck t-shirt and stained jeans. Even in the freezing weather, she reeked of a sour odor that made one want to hold their nose, easily imagining her homeless past before arriving here.
Snow was still falling outside, and Susan was constantly exhaling white breath, her hands and feet trembling. It was then that I realized how thinly dressed she was; how could she withstand such cold weather? I quickly invited her inside.
Susan noticed my pitying gaze, but being very proud, she still paid attention to her appearance, tucking her t-shirt into her jeans. However, she didn't realize that this caused her large, prominent breasts to bulge out of the t-shirt, and through the thin fabric, one could vaguely see her black bra underneath. The tight jeans perfectly accentuated her shapely buttocks, which swayed as she walked, making one want to reach out and touch them.
I made Susan a cup of hot cocoa, intending for her to take a shower and warm up, but as soon as I got up, she grabbed my hand and burst into tears, recounting the sorrows of the past few days, including the pain of losing her husband and the nasty behavior of the creditors when they came to her door, letting me understand how wronged she was.
"Dad, I need your help now, I... I have nothing left, they keep demanding I pay off their debts... I don't know what to do..."
"Shh, baby, don't cry, Daddy will take care of all this for you. Come inside, Daddy will handle everything for you, you can start a new life."
Ignoring her filth, I put my arm around her shoulder and said gently, "However, there's only one thing, you know what I'm talking about... my house, my rules, Susan, you'll always be my daughter, Daddy has never forgotten your pussy, you know that?"
Susan immediately pushed my hand away from her shoulder, not letting me finish speaking.
“You beast! How could you say such a thing? How could you do such a thing? I need help now, but all you want is… Dad, I’m your daughter! I’m your own daughter!”
Susan’s reaction was still as intense as ever. She screamed at me, tears streaming down her face, then slammed the door and ran out.
Jenny’s case wasn’t easy to entrust to a detective agency. I drove to her old house, inquired with the neighbors, and spent a whole day piecing together the general outline of what happened.
After her fat and stupid husband lost his job, he started drinking heavily and becoming violent towards his wife. The couple quickly squandered all their money. Seeing that their savings were dwindling, that bastard set his sights on the young and beautiful Jenny, forcing her to film obscene videos to sell for money. Jenny naturally refused, but after being beaten several times, she finally gave in.
At first, it was just simple selfies, but unexpectedly, she became an overnight sensation. Eventually, an adult film company took notice, particularly attracted to Jenny’s large breasts and her elegant, domestic demeanor, and decided to heavily promote her. The two parties collaborated, with the company providing the actors and filming crew, tailoring the film to Jenny's image as the most seductive, busty slut. The DVDs and videotapes sold like hotcakes across America.
That bastard naturally made a fortune, but gambling and alcoholism prevented him from retaining his substantial earnings, forcing him to repeatedly use his wife's body as a cash cow. It's said the couple frequently fought, and once, he even punched his wife so hard her eye swelled up, preventing filming that day and infuriating the director.
Later, apparently due to filming needs, that bastard moved with Jenny. A neighbor seemed to know where they moved to.
Suppressing my anger, I thanked the neighbor profusely and asked them to copy the address for me. While waiting for them to copy the address, my phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number I'd never seen before.
Puzzled, I answered, only to hear a sobbing voice that nearly made me jump out of my skin.
"Dad, it's Jenny. I'm in the hospital now... Waaah... My husband... Rong En hit me with a chair... I don't know what he did today, the police are looking for him... Dad, I'm so scared, I'm too scared to go home... Waaah."
After hanging up the phone, I jumped into my car and rushed to the hospital to see my daughter, who was
covered in bruises. Jenny's right hand was broken, and her face was covered in bruises.
She burst into tears when she saw me, recounting the suffering she had endured over the past few years. Although her mature and beautiful body lying on the hospital bed was exactly the same as the hot and lewd posture in the DVD, the moment I heard her speak, her gentle and timid voice proved that she was still the good daughter I remembered, and that everything that had happened recently was not her intention.
Although that bastard had made a fortune, Jenny's financial situation was clearly very bad; she didn't even have basic insurance. If I hadn't come, she wouldn't have been able to pay the hospital bills. After staying with her in the hospital for two days, I drove her home, where her drunken husband was already waiting at the door.
"You slut! Where have you been, you stinking cunt that's been fucked by a thousand men? Don't you know there are still films waiting for you to make? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know what I'm capable of..."
I shouted, but when my heavy punch broke his front teeth and dented his fat belly, the guy, covered in blood, lay on the ground vomiting and crying, looking rather unsightly.
I kicked him hard in the stomach several times, and amidst his pleas for mercy, I warned him sternly
, "You son of a bitch, I've already investigated. The police are charging you with drug possession and fraud. You're in deep trouble. From now on, you're not allowed to touch my daughter again, not allowed to look at her even once. If you hurt a single hair on her head, I'll kill you like a dog."
After saying that, I kicked the fat pig over and kicked him hard in the groin. The stupid pig didn't even grunt, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the ground.
Jenny looked at her husband, who was foaming at the mouth, with some fear, and was moved to tears by what I had done for her.
“Honey, pack your things, let’s go home.”
When I said this, Jenny hesitated, unsure of what to do.
“Dad, I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, will you…”
“Sweetheart, Dad won’t lie to you. I’m still very interested in your body, and I still want to have sex with you, but I will never be violent towards you. Do you remember? I’ve never hit you or your sister before. As long as you come back, Dad will continue to love you and take good care of you.”
Seeing that Jenny still looked uneasy, I said, “Or, do you want to continue hanging out with this drunkard and making those ghost movies? Jenny, you’re all grown up now. This is your choice. Think it over carefully. I’ll wait for you in the car for another half hour.”
Finding my precious daughter in the vast sea of people was like finding a needle in a haystack, but the high detective fees came at a price. Two months later, they told me they had found Michelle.
Seeing my daughter with disheveled hair, lifeless eyes, trembling hands and feet, and drool dripping from her mouth, I was heartbroken. I immediately took her to the best hospital for a thorough examination.
The doctor said Michelle's addiction was severe and she needed to be sent to a rehabilitation center for special treatment, which I agreed to. As for her tattoos and rings, to prevent infection, they would not be treated for the time being.
Ninety days later, I took Michelle home after her treatment. She looked much thinner, and her face was frighteningly pale, but her eyes had regained their clarity, without the dullness of a severe addict.
"Dad... oh, Dad, I'm so ashamed. Thank you for saving me from there. Those dirty, sordid things... I didn't want it to be like this, it was all because of my addiction, I..."
"Don't be sad anymore, Michelle. Come home. Dad will love you dearly. In my house, in Dad's bed, you'll be the safest. No one can hurt you anymore."
Final Chapter: For You
11:45 PM
I don't need to look at my watch; I can tell just by the sun's position in the sky. Although it's nearing winter, the midday sun in Florida still brings a powerful warmth, bathing my bronzed, bare muscles.
Looking around from the folding lounge chair, this two-story white villa, encompassing over 700 square meters including the surrounding gardens, is quite to my liking. Not only can I overlook half of Miami, but I can also see a vast expanse of azure sea, with blue and white sailboats sailing on the wind.
The roses, marigolds, and tulips planted in the garden, bathed in the warm sunlight, create a rich symphony of fragrance; the outdoor pool downstairs echoes with the splashing of swimming water; besides all this, there's a cool breeze with a slightly salty scent, refreshingly blowing on my completely naked body, and occasionally I hear the "toot-toot" of a ship's horn.
With no idlers and no worries about intrusive neighbors, this is truly the ideal place to retire. It was worth the large sum of money I spent to buy this place as my home for the rest of my life.
After basking in the sun for an hour, I felt a little hungry. Although I'm not young anymore, my appetite is still quite good. My recent medical checkup showed I'm in the same condition as a twenty-year-old.
I leaned back in the lounge chair, half-sitting upright, and pulled on the chain in my right hand. The chain extended to the floor beneath the chair, where a voluptuous, beautiful young woman knelt, a heavy, dark iron collar around her slender neck. The collar had two metal buckles; the front buckle connected to the thick chain in my hand, while the thinner chain from the back buckle hung down her fair, delicate back. Her hands were behind her back, handcuffed to the thin chain, completely deprived of freedom, and she helplessly thrashed about.
The young woman knelt on a soft deerskin rug, a green plastic bowl in front of her containing tuna jelly drizzled with savory gravy. It didn't taste particularly good, but it was very nutritious. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back, making her movements clumsy. She simply lay there, face pressed against the bowl, eating her lunch bite by bite.
"Don't rush, don't choke, eat slowly..."
I tore off a tissue, helping my eldest daughter lift her head to wipe her greasy face. Her short, ear-length hair didn't hinder Susan's eating, but her heavy chest was one of the reasons for her difficulty in moving. Susan's snow-white breasts boasted an impressive G-cup size, and beneath them was a large, round belly.
I wondered why it was so big. I remember when Susan had her prenatal checkup with her private doctor, she had to wear a maternity dress. Because her belly was so big, the dress couldn't hide her swollen belly at all; the three buttons in the middle popped off, exposing her round pregnant belly
. Now, naked, it's even clearer. Not only is her belly large, but her navel is also completely protruding, and her abdominal skin is taut. It's obvious at a glance that she's carrying twins who are almost full-term.
Matching the collar around her neck and the iron shackles on her arms are the shackles on her bare feet. Two heavy, dark shackles, connected by a thin iron chain, restrict the freedom of movement of her legs. The result of wearing these shackles for so long is that she can no longer wear any pants; the only exception is the diaper she's wearing.
This is the only covering on Susan's naked body, the only clothing she's allowed to wear besides the handcuffs and shackles, and a choice she has only herself to blame.
I remember that year, fifteen minutes after she rushed out the door, she rang the doorbell again. Once inside, she automatically stripped naked and promised to do anything to pay off my debts. I gladly welcomed her home and helped her settle all her debts. But once she was debt-free, she reneged on her promises and packed her bags to leave.
I had never been so angry before, because I've always emphasized integrity and would never allow my child to lie.
Susan and I had a huge fight, and in the end… the stronger one won.
I decided to teach my daughter a lesson and re-educate her, no matter how much time it took, because it's a father's responsibility to raise a child well.
If incest is the cause of my daughter's unruly behavior, then let's address that. If Susan thinks a woman having sex with her father is incest, then what's wrong with a female dog mating with her father?
If she doesn't want to be an incestuous woman, then let her be a female dog mating with her father—that's her own choice.
As a result, Susan was raised in the house. Aside from a collar and chain, a female dog doesn't need clothes, but because I was often out for hours at a time, her uncontrollable bodily functions would soil the carpet when I returned, so I put diapers on her, just like I would on a baby.
It felt somewhat like reliving the years of raising her to adulthood; my heart was warmed, and I was happy to re-educate my daughter. At first, Susan reacted fiercely, occasionally trying to hurt me with her teeth and nails, but as time went on, her temperament became much more docile. Now, six years later, when I violate her firm, white, round buttocks, she eagerly twists her waist, and after learning she was pregnant, she just stared at me numbly, neither crying nor making a fuss.
…What a good daughter.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
Three muffled barks brought me back to reality. I saw that the dog bowl was completely empty, and Susan was clumsily and slowly lying flat on the deerskin blanket. With three weeks to go until her due date, lying flat on her back with such an astonishingly large belly was certainly uncomfortable, especially with her hands pinned behind her back... She lay flat on her back, barking anxiously as if she were about to cry, her cheeks flushed, and she shyly looked away, then raised her long, shapely legs high.
"Can't take it anymore? Don't worry, Daddy's here. Sigh... Why can't you hold it in a little longer?"
As if helping a little girl urinate, I tore open the diaper for Susan. With her wriggling belly, I opened the diaper, revealing her shaved, white mons pubis and plump, alluring vulva. The white pad was stained with bright yellow stains, and a hot, pungent smell of urine filled the air. Her round, plump buttocks trembled and writhed, and between the two fleshy mounds, a rapidly vibrating, jet-black dildo was uglyly inserted into her round, tight anus.
"Ugh... I can't hold it in anymore... Hurry... Hurry and pull it out... Ugh..."
Beads of oily sweat appeared on her shockingly large, snow-white abdomen. Susan's naked body trembled incessantly, her sobs and moans sounding so pitiful and helpless. I removed the deerskin blanket beneath her, then grasped the base of the large dildo and pulled it out, revealing a dark, deep hole surrounded by thick, engorged red flesh!
"...It's coming out, it's coming out..."
The moment the dildo was removed, Susan showed a dazed expression of relief, her murmurs sounding like desperate sobs, yet also like sweet, intoxicating moans. At the same time, semi-solid, coffee-colored feces, with "plop plop plop," piled up on the urine-soaked pad.
Throughout the entire process, Susan's head was thrown back as if her whole body was convulsing, her soft breasts swaying heavily, her round belly forming waves.
I stroked my daughter's large belly back and forth, feeling the movements of the baby inside and enjoying the pleasures of pregnancy, content with the sweet sounds that sounded like crying. Her
snow-white, round buttocks trembled slightly, and a stream of slightly yellowish urine intermittently spurted from the pink opening above her vagina. Her naked body, covered in fragrant sweat, shivered violently, and after a moment, she gradually stopped the shameful act of excretion.
I did what I always did: wrapped the smelly mess inside a diaper and tossed it into the nearby trash can. Just as I was about to take Susan inside by the collar to wash her and change her diaper, the sound of sandals clattering on the stairs reached my ears.
"Dad, can you please pay attention to the time? We always have to rush you to eat; you're turning into an old man soon!"
Michelle, drying her wet blonde hair with a towel after her morning swim, came running to me with a light step and a charming smile, hooking her arm around mine and unabashedly pressing her full, firm breasts against my bare muscles.
After leaving rehab, Michelle, having successfully overcome her addiction, returned to my arms. Under my careful care, she quickly transformed into a cheerful and optimistic young woman, abandoning her past bad habits, studying diligently, and resuming her interrupted university studies.
Now, Michelle has long since graduated from university and entered graduate school; she's currently at home writing her thesis. My youngest daughter's ambition and achievements are my source of pride and glory. At 26, her youthful, healthy, and stunning body—tall, voluptuous, with high, firm breasts and plump thighs—is a source of joy in my life.
Michelle loves swimming, and she uses the pool on the first floor most of the time. This thoughtful daughter always knows how to please her father with her colorful and sexy swimwear, like the leather bikini she's wearing now: a pair of shiny, soft leather bras and tight, narrow sheepskin briefs—almost a proud display of her youthful body.
I was originally sunbathing naked, but now, seeing this, my eyes lit up, and my erect penis automatically stood up. Michelle giggled, reached out her small hand, gently grasped it, and began to stroke it up and down, pressing her wet body against me.
Because of her love for swimming, Michelle's figure was very well-developed. The leather bra she wore only covered her nipples and areolas, allowing her two F-cup breasts to sway alluringly with the movement of her arms. Her tight-fitting hot pants exposed her thighs, revealing her shapely buttocks. On one of her snow-white mounds was a small blue dolphin tattoo, which contrasted with the rose tattoo on her right ankle and the silver skull ring on her navel, creating a wild and charming look.
"Dad, whose breasts are bigger, mine or my sister's?"
she asked affectionately, hands on her hips, jumping and twisting, her two heaving, round breasts bobbing up and down in waves. Ever since she poured all her affection back onto me, she had always tried to use this advantage to gain more attention, but no matter how hard she exercised or drank milk, she could never catch up with her two older sisters' natural advantages.
"Stop asking that question. Come on, let's take your sister inside."
I tried to avoid her, but Michelle blocked my way, boldly grabbing my hand and stuffing it into her small leather bra to enjoy the firm, bouncy feel of her round breasts.
Unable to resist her expectant gaze, I simply told her that her breasts were the firmest, but her two older sisters had been pregnant and had milk production, so they were bigger than hers. If she wanted to surpass her sisters, she'd have to experience childbirth.
"No! I'm only 26, still young, and haven't had enough fun yet. I don't want to be pregnant and have a baby."
Michelle winked playfully, trying to slip away from my arms. I told her to take Susan inside with her; she showers after swimming anyway, so I could help her sister bathe. But Michelle refused, complaining that her sister was dirty and always making sarcastic remarks about her.
"I don't want to go! She can wash herself, can't she? Anyway, she thinks I'm dirty, so I don't want to touch her."
"Xue'er, you can't be so disdainful of your sister. She's about to give birth, you should let her have her."
"I just don't want to..."
Without waiting for a reply, I grabbed Michelle's slender waist, played with the silver ring on her navel with my left hand to attract her attention, and gently stroked her two snow-white, plump buttocks with my right hand. Then I swung my hand and slapped her soft buttocks hard.
"Ah!~~~!"
Michelle cried out, trying to dodge, but I held her tightly, and the solid slap landed entirely on her beautiful bare buttocks. The little blue dolphin tattoo on her buttocks bounced up and down with the movement of her buttocks.
"Slap! Slap! Slap slap slap!"
The palm made a crisp sound as it made contact with her firm buttocks. Michelle is the type of woman with large breasts, a slender waist, and a pert bottom. Her buttocks aren't round, plump, or soft, but firm and perky. She doesn't look as sexy as her two older sisters, but she's the one I enjoy slapping the most.
I held my daughter's slender waist down. Her cute yet pitiful pert bottom couldn't escape the punishment. Soon, her snow-white, plump buttocks turned bright red. The two smooth mounds, like peeled eggs, were stained with red handprints, and even the dolphin tattoo turned crimson. At this moment, my unruly and wild little daughter finally couldn't help but cry out.
"Waaah... my butt... my butt is going to be bruised... waaah... okay, I'll take her inside... I'll help her take a bath... waaah..."
With a serious expression, I shoved the chain into my little daughter's hands. Her eyes were red as she rubbed her bruised and pert bottom. As she walked, her round buttocks swayed, and the little dolphin on her buttocks jiggled, which was very touching. I regretted that I should have given her a good fucking instead of spanking her buttocks.
Michelle led Susan to the door, then suddenly turned back and ran to me, quickly kissing me on the cheek and whispering something.
"Michelle's ready to have a baby for Daddy's big belly..."
She finished speaking and, like a startled little rabbit, hopped away, pulling her sister into the house. That sweet, blushing smile that instantly turned tears into laughter made me truly realize that my daughters had grown up.
Inside, I could faintly hear the sound of running water from the bathroom on the left; my two daughters were already washing themselves. Following the rich aroma of stew, I went down the stairs on the left and saw six steaming, delicious dishes laid out on the table:
a tangy salad of tomatoes and lettuce, mashed potatoes drizzled with meat gravy, grilled snails wrapped in crispy cheese, slightly charred veal ribs, golden fried onion rings, and lobsters freshly caught from the port that morning, all simmered into my favorite rich and flavorful soup—all the work of our little housewife.
I waited in the car for less than ten minutes before Jenny, carrying only a few simple pieces of luggage, rushed over and urged me to drive. In the initial period after returning home, she was extremely anxious and fearful, staring blankly out the window all day, often waking up from nightmares and unable to sleep.
I had my private doctor prescribe medication for Jenny, and after taking it regularly for a while, her condition improved significantly. She began helping with housework, cooking, laundry, wiping windows, and cleaning floors. Through these tasks, she rediscovered herself, and the gentle smile I knew returned to her face. Six months later, the glamorous woman who had been so promiscuous on DVDs was gone. Jenny had fully recovered, left the past behind, found a new direction in life, and became a traditional and elegant housewife.
Around that time, the three sisters who had left the house one by one returned, while I sold our old home and moved the whole family to a hillside villa in Miami. My beloved daughters had gone through a long and winding road in their lives, but in the end… they returned to where they started, to this “home” that could protect their bodies and souls.
Ending my reverie, I went to the dining table, but my gaze was immediately drawn to something else, ignoring the fragrant and delicious dishes.
The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of broth. A young woman with blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a floral lace apron and thick, rabbit-shaped gloves, stirred a large spoon while softly humming a light tune. Her slender, lithe waist swayed gently in rhythm with the movement.
Occasionally, she would turn her head to the side, a focused and gentle smile on her face, an expression of blissful contentment like that of a housewife. It was hard to believe that this was the same person as the alluring starlet from those old pornographic films, the one who hungrily licked men's semen. However, what she wore was far more sexy and provocative than any outfit in those films.
Jenny's apron, adorned with numerous lace trims, was a very simple apron. The ruffled hem barely covered her upper thighs, almost revealing her fleshy and alluring vulva. From the front, it looked like she was wearing a floral-patterned dress and a miniskirt. But if she turned around, her almost naked body would be revealed, completely unguarded.
From behind, the exaggeratedly large, cello-shaped back of this white woman was on full display!
Her already voluptuous figure had now become even more pronounced, with large breasts and a wide bottom. The lace apron exposed a pair of plump, almost bloated, white breasts that seemed disproportionate to her slender figure. The
round, luscious mounds defied gravity, swaying and bouncing proudly. Her lower body attire was equally arousing! She wore five-inch heels, and black fishnet stockings clung to her long, shapely legs, emphasizing the wide, rounded shape of her snow-white buttocks. A narrow thong stretched between her legs, offering no coverage but instead exposing her two white, fleshy buttocks, which swayed alluringly with her soft moans and hip movements.
"Jenny, isn't it ready yet?"
I asked, feigning closeness, slipping one hand under her apron to encircle her slender waist, while the other caressed her soft, firm, white buttocks.
Jenny, already used to my teasing from behind, showed no resistance. She simply continued preparing the steaming, delicious fish soup, gently asking me to wait a little longer so I wouldn't be distracted while cooking.
"Jenny's butt is so bouncy, Daddy's so proud! Her skin is as white and tender as your sister's, and perfectly full."
"Dad..." "
Jenny's big breasts keep popping out from the sides of her apron, it's driving Daddy crazy."
"Dad..."
Jenny's coquettishness turned into soft, panting breaths as I kneaded her doughy buttocks. I lowered my head, kissing from Jenny's neck down to her ears and mouth.
I didn't stop for a moment, skillfully licking and sucking, awakening each of my daughter's erogenous zones. As Jenny's arms trembled, releasing the large wooden spoon from her soup, my kisses approached her G-cup, snow-white breasts, but instead of immediately assaulting them, I licked around the outer edges of those round mounds, back and forth, before moving to her armpits.
"Ah!..."
Jenny trembled as if electrocuted, her snow-white and soft breasts swaying back and forth, letting out soft moans. A warm current quickly soaked the fabric of her thong.
I sucked harder again, but this time from the other side, licking along her waistline and the side of her abdomen.
"Ah...ah...Daddy..."
Jenny's side also felt a sweet pleasure. I turned back to my daughter's breasts, which were as majestic and high as snow-capped mountains, and moved towards her armpits.
My tongue began to attack Jenny's breasts, which were exposed outside her apron, while my hands began to pull aside the apron, gently kneading the two heavy, snow-white mounds of flesh. The lace trim of the apron constantly rubbed against her smooth skin, and bursts of seductive moans, like those of a female animal in heat, escaped from Jenny's red lips.
“Dad…Daddy…Time to eat…”
“Xue’er is still helping Susan bathe, Daddy wants to eat this little slut first…”
“Mmm…No…”
Although she said this, Jenny leaned back against me, then reached out and pulled her apron at her chest askew, revealing her soft, round, and large breasts, like two juicy melons the size of large bowls, trembling and standing tall in the air. Her skin was like solidified milk, pinkish-white with a hint of red, and her beautiful, slightly red areolas set off her nipples, making me drool and want to take a bite.
“God, baby, there is no woman in the world with more beautiful breasts than my daughter.”
I exclaimed deeply, lowering my head to suckle my daughter’s cherry-like breasts, my whole palm pressing on her large, round, bowl-shaped breasts and rotating and stroking them. Jenny, gradually losing her senses due to the tide of pleasure, her soft, delicate body seemed to have lost its bones, turning into a fair and alluring beautiful snake, coiling around me.
"Jenny, do you know which scene from all the movies you've made is Daddy's favorite?"
Ever since I brought Jenny home, I've carefully stored away those DVDs until she emerged from the shadows of her past and fully recovered. Only at her suggestion did we take out the DVDs that had been gathering dust, as a diversion during our father-daughter incestuous moments. I would fuck my daughter's juicy pussy in bed, making her reach orgasm with a shy and bashful expression, while watching her on screen with a seductive expression, screaming wildly with lewd moans, ejaculating my semen amidst her two different styles of alluring beauty.
"It's like right now, you're in the kitchen wearing an apron, your bare bottom exposed, a big hot dog stuck in your little asshole, masturbating while shaking your breasts..."
Jenny is a very gentle and considerate daughter. As soon as I took a hot dog that wasn't completely thawed from the refrigerator, she turned off the electric stove under the soup pot and leaned over the sink on the counter.
Jenny, now a voluptuous mature woman, had buttocks like perfect white peaches, round and rosy, beautiful and alluring. A thin strip of white fabric clung to her deeply recessed buttocks, evidence that she wasn't naked, but even more alluring than complete nudity.
"Jenny, stick your butt out, Daddy's going to treat you to a big hot dog,"
Jenny said shyly, but still thrust her pert, white buttocks toward me.
I gently parted the thong tightly cleaving her buttocks, and as I slowly inserted the cold hot dog into her wrinkled, brown anus, her plump white peaches trembled slightly, swallowing the large, red strip of flesh. The chilling sensation made Jenny hold her breath.
Gazing at her daughter's distressed expression, I grasped my already hard, hot penis, slowly approaching her overflowing, juicy vulva, then grabbed her soft, snowy buttocks and thrust it all the way in. 　　"
Ah 　　... 　　“Jane, are you still taking birth control pills? Daddy won’t make you abort the baby now. Starting tomorrow, stop taking them…” 　　Besides thrusting my hips, I also pulled on the thawing hot dog, and in sync with my movements, I thrust violently back and forth. I whispered in my daughter’s ear, panting, “Xue’er told me today that she’s ready to have a baby for Daddy… You… you’re the older sister… what will you do…” 　　With each thrust, Jenny’s snow-white, plump buttocks swayed back and forth and side to side. When I gripped her enormous breasts, which were impossible to hold in one hand, and squeezed hard, the snow-white, full flesh bounced in my palm. Jenny’s lewd reaction further aroused my lust.

"Sister... Sister's belly is so big... Dad, you're only telling me now... I... I don't want Michelle to beat me to it..."
A surge of pleasure washed over her, her snow-white skin flushed a seductive blush, Jenny's eyes were languid, and she let out soft moans. Her uterus, like a straw, sucked and released my glans, and I felt a tingling, numbing sensation throughout my body, my blood boiling. A numbing, almost overwhelming feeling surged from my testicles to my glans.
"...It's been two months since my last period, the doctor said... the due date is next March... I'm so happy..."
Her soft, blissful words were more potent than the most potent aphrodisiac. In the midst of boundless pleasure, I poured my thick, hot semen deep into my own daughter's wanton womb, a hazy, seemingly endless flow...

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