Dad didn’t leave immediately, as he usually did; he stood in the doorway, gazing up at me. A few moments later shut up?
Come and stand in the center of the room. I was lying still, not daring to move, my legs were spread so that in the light of the night-light he would have had a clear view of my entire pussy. As far as I could remember I couldn’t recall him ever seeing me naked, I had never let Dad see my breasts or pussy since I was a child.
He moved closer to my side of the bed, at which point I could see the front of his pants had risen like a tent.
“Ah! God! The tide is beautiful!” His voice was extremely soft, only audible to me from a very close distance.
He just stood by the bed and stared at me for a few minutes.
My hair was shoulder-length, brown with golden glints; my breasts were still developing, though not too big; there were a few thin strands of light brown sex hair on my pubic mound, and the rest of my pussy was still naked. Somehow my nipples had already hardened and stood up on their own, and my pussy was already oozing some lustful water.
I hoped Daddy wouldn’t notice that my meaty pussy was already this moist.
He slowly backed away and turned to walk out of the room before closing the door softly behind him. My nerves relaxed, but there was a sense of imitation loss. Inside I hoped he would make a move, not just stand and stare.
As soon as the door was closed, my hands returned to my pansy, and I quickly fiddled with it. The thought of my dad’s prick getting erect when he saw me naked was so exciting that I instantly had an orgasm like I had never had before! I almost screamed out, but finally tried my best to hold back.
As my orgasm slowly passed, I lay back on the bed and meditated, wondering what my dad’s prick looked like. From the way his crotch was held up so high, his prick must have been very powerful, and I couldn’t help but insert the middle finger of my right hand into my vagina. My hymen had been damaged and ruptured when I had used my menstrual tampons last year, there had been a little bleeding and a bit of pain, but then it was fine.
I pumped my fingers in and out a few times, fantasizing that it was my dad’s prick, but my fingers were thin and short and a little boring, so I stopped. What I wanted was something bigger, or a real man’s prick. But I didn’t want another man’s prick, what I had in mind was Daddy’s prick.
When I woke up in the morning, my dad made me a nice breakfast like he usually does. I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but after a while I got over it and returned to normal. After breakfast, as usual, my dad left for the office, and then I went out to take the school bus to school.
At night I wanted to sleep naked and wait for my dad to come, but unfortunately my period came first in the afternoon, so when I went to bed I used a tampon, put on my panties and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet. I was just about to fall asleep when Dad opened the door gently and came in. Unlike before, he was wearing only a pair of tight-fitting underpants tonight, his upper body was naked, and a large bulge was evident in his crotch. He gazed at me, hesitated for a while, and then closed the door again and exited. His departure left me feeling a little lost. After several days of this, my monthly newsletter finally passed.
This night I was not wearing pajama bottoms, lying naked on my back with my legs spread wide and my ankles sticking out of the outer sides of my single bed, I wanted Daddy to have an unobstructed view of my pussy.
Dad was coming! He wrenched the door open, looked in, and then stepped in, closing the door behind him and pressing the lock. Dad was topless, wearing only his briefs, and he walked over to the edge of the bed and looked up and down my naked body, the crotch of his briefs rapidly expanding and raising the tent again! I still pretended to be asleep and didn’t move. All I could feel was a slight heat under my belly, and some lustful secretions were already coming out of my vagina. After a few minutes of scrutinizing the side of the bed, Dad took off his underwear.
“Yikes! What a big cock!” I exclaimed in my mind.
It looked like a flashlight eight or nine grips long, with a purple-red glowing helmet at the tip, and a round, sturdy pouch underneath, in which you could clearly see the two little balls of flesh in the pouch, bulging and protruding from side to side. I was very excited, but a little scared.
Dad stretched out his right hand and placed it gently on my side, and his middle finger reached into my kia slit and stroked it. I felt so sexy that I couldn’t help but ooze out some more lust immediately, I knew his fingers were all wet and my lust was still gurgling out. He put his left hand over my right breast and gently kneaded it. I didn’t know if I should pretend to wake up at this point, but I didn’t want him to stop stroking, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.
I squinted and peeked as some thick translucent dipping liquid emerged from the head of Dad’s cock, dripping down in slow streams, the sagging filaments staining. Dad’s right hand was still stroking my soaked chirp, and his left hand was taking turns rubbing one of my tits. My little chirp wanted his cock in it so badly, but was a little scared. I knew it was wrong for a daughter to let her daddy touch her like that, but I just wanted him to touch me! Daddy’s thick middle finger plunged into my pussy, gently turning in and out.
Ahh! So cozy!
After a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers. He carefully climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my widely spread legs, then leaned over and pressed himself against me. He supported his weight on his elbows and knees, “pressing” against me, not “crushing” me. We were then overlapping in an “I” and a “Y”. He was the “I” on top, and I was the upside-down “Y” on the bottom.
I felt something hard touching my fleshy pussy and I knew it was the head of Daddy’s cock. I was excited and scared at the same time. I wasn’t using any birth control and Daddy wasn’t wearing a condom, but I didn’t want to stop him. Daddy rubbed the head of his glans up and down my wet side torso, sometimes making a point of teasing my clit.
After two minutes of this, he pushed his glans against my little chirpy entrance. My eyes were closed and I thought Daddy wouldn’t really stick it in, wouldn’t really his own daughter! I kept still, wondering what the hell he would do. He stayed still for a moment and I felt him pushing slightly harder, the head of his cock had pushed into my pussy! I didn’t make a sound, he pushed in again, I felt so bloated, he continued to shove, his cock seemed to come in a lot more, I felt a little pain, I knew I should have told him to stop this incestuous behavior in time, but somehow I just couldn’t do it.
I could hear his breathing becoming heavy, he paused for a while and then pushed into my slap again, his cock going deeper and deeper, I felt very swollen, but it didn’t hurt too much. His breathing was heavy and he continued to shrug and push for two or three minutes, then he pushed against me, no longer able to move forward, and he was all the way in. His kidney sacs were pressed against my ass cheeks and my pussy was swollen to saturation, I had never felt anything like it.
Dad paused for a moment and then began to shrug, gently pulling his cock out two or three times and easing it back in again.
I’m in a little bit of pain, but it’s not too bad, I can live with it.
He repeated the motion of thrusting out and in, and after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, the range of thrusts gradually increased, and eventually there were maybe five or six. Every time he thrust, he would thrust to the very end, causing his kidney sacs to bump against my buttocks. He kept thrusting and humming with pleasure in his throat.
I don’t know how long dad will have to thrust, I can’t help but think of, once saw a male dog and female dog intercourse, the male dog climbed behind the female dog shrugged only ten or so, will retreat, but the prick is locked, can’t get out, the two dogs fart relative to be chained together, after nearly fifteen minutes to detach from, onlookers we all see, the male dog’s prick is still stiletto hard, stained with wet, strife red and oily.
Dad’s cock was rhythmically moving in and out of my pussy, and the feeling of pain had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable pleasure. When I peeked out, my dad’s handsome face was hanging in front of me, only four or five plungers from me, his eyes were closed, his chest was slightly pressed against my breasts, his waist and hips were regularly shrugging up and down, and the expression on his face showed that he was indulging in extreme pleasure.
A few minutes later, his cock accelerated the pumping up, faster and faster, his throat actually issued a beastly low growl, kidney sac at a very fast speed non-stop ramming my buttock groove. I was sore and a little itchy …… but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his cock plunged deep into my side, his lower body pressed tightly against my pussy, his whole body tightened, I could feel him trembling.
“Ah! God!” Dad grunted out loud.
I felt a strange sensation in my paragenesis, and his glans rose up so big that one, two, three …… was his ejaculation in my slap! I didn’t realize that he would ejaculate in his daughter’s pussy like that, spilling his seed with no regard for the consequences! He was still spitting out his semen, and I didn’t know how long it would take for him to stop.
Dad’s glans finally stopped throbbing, but his cock didn’t shrink. It was another two minutes before he pulled his still hard cock out of his slapping spore and got up and out of bed.
He put on his panties, kissed me lightly on my cherry lips, and left my bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. I couldn’t move for a moment and was in a state of shock. I was deeply convinced that it was all my own fault, I could have told him to stop, to abort this incestuous coitus, but I didn’t, and I let my father steal the scent of lust.
I reached down to touch my pussy, which still felt a little sore inside, and my slit, heel of my thighs and ass crack were all sticky and wet. I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up, but I was mixed up with exhaustion and weak thighs, and at the same time I was worried about bumping into Dad on the way to the bathroom, which would be embarrassing. I struggled to find my panties under the pillow and stuffed them over my eyes, gathering my legs together to keep them from dripping and soiling the sheets.
I remembered that the Wesleyan book had said that conception mostly occurs in the middle two weeks between the end of the period and the beginning of it again, and since I was just now getting my period, I probably wouldn’t be able to conceive that way! Of course, I realize that this is not an absolute guarantee. Looking at the clock on the radio, it was 11:55PM.
I lay on the bed and rested for a long time, thinking about the marvelous pleasure of my dad’s big cock going in and out of my slap. I sat up, put on my nightgown, covered my broadcasting port with my underwear, walked into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the toilet, and let my dad’s cum flow out of my slapper. I couldn’t help but look down and see that it was a very thick and creamy liquid.
I went back to the bedroom, changed into another pair of clean panties, and covered myself with a sheet to sleep. I had not yet had an orgasm tonight, but at the moment I didn’t care. There was just some inexplicable panic in my mind, and it took a long time before I finally fell asleep without realizing it.
The next morning, Dad was his usual self, as if nothing had happened during the night. I pretended that nothing had happened, but all I could think about was his cock and the fact that he had ejaculated in my slap.
For the next two nights, I was not sexy for some reason. Each night I slept in my panties with a sheet over me, and Dad didn’t come to my bedroom.
It was the third night after being raped by my dad. I had a strong sense of sexual need in my mind again. Without pajamas, I took off my panties and lay down completely naked, covering half of my body below the waist with a sheet, reaching out and slowly stroking in slit, a gush of pleasure came over me. completely naked, covering half of my body below the waist with a sheet, reaching out and slowly stroking in slit, a gush of pleasure came over me. completely naked, covering half of my body below the waist with a sheet, reaching out and slowly stroking in slit, a gush of pleasure came over me. completely naked, covering half of my body below the waist with a sheet, reaching out and slowly stroking in slit, a gush of pleasure came over me. completely naked, covering half of my body below the waist with a sheet, reaching out and slowly stroking in slit, a gush of pleasure came over me. completely naked, covering half of my body below the waist with a sheet, reaching out and slowly stroking in slit, a gush of pleasure came over me. Suddenly I heard the doorknob turn and I hurriedly removed my hand, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep.
Dad gently pushed the door inside, then gently closed and unlocked it, and walked over to the bed. I squinted and peeked, Dad was wearing only a pair of panties, his crotch seemed to bulge in a small mound. He gazed at me for a moment, and I knew he was looking at my breasts, and his crotch immediately rose again. He then removed the sheet covering my lower half. As soon as he saw my naked side, his breathing immediately quickened and became heavy.
“Ah! It’s so beautiful! It’s beautiful!” He murmured softly.
He quickly removed his underwear, and his big, thick, eight-centimeter-long cock immediately “popped” out, and it looked like a small steel cannon with a 60-degree angle upwards. Thinking of the night before it had been in my slap in the ravages, picked my virgin flower heart, I can not help but heart fluttering, small chirp involuntarily secrete water.
My legs were spread apart, but not too far apart. Dad reached between my legs with his right hand and touched the texture of my flesh. My side torso was even more moist, and he rubbed his fingers in the crack for a while. He withdrew his hand and gently spread my legs wide apart, then carefully climbed onto the bed and placed his lower body between my spread thighs, lightly pressing down on me. The two of us were again in the form of an “I” and an inverted “Y”.
Dad forced my legs apart and then raised my knees up so that my pussy protruded outward even more.
My conscience told me that I should stop him right away and not continue with this unethical act of lust, but somehow I just lay down and pretended to sleep, letting my father do whatever he wanted.
Dad pushed the glans into my vagina, then gently pushed up his hips, and inserted his big, hard, thick cock into my pussy one by one, and every time he pushed it inward Dad would let out a low, pleasant moan in his throat, and seemed to be feeling a great deal of pleasure. Although I did not feel the same pain as the night before when I was first penetrated, but the walls of my vagina were stretched open by the head of his cock, and it was so tight and uncomfortable. Fortunately, my vagina was already filled with lustful water, which greatly reduced the pain of my tightness.
I felt Daddy thrusting deeper and deeper, the long, hard male genitalia of the eight ministers had fully entered my belly, and the firm, bulging kidney sacs pressed against my groin. My pussy was filled with Daddy’s powerful genitals, and I was very excited, but still a little scared. Once the cock was all the way in, Daddy was still for a moment before he began his pumping motion.
Dad withdrew his big cock almost completely, leaving only the glans inside, and immediately plunged it in again as far as it would go, letting out a pleasant moan and shrugging his hips rhythmically, repeating this in-and-out motion over and over again, tenderly working on my lusty, not-yet-fully-developed chirp.
I was like this for a long time and I felt very comfortable, I tried my best to hold back from moaning out, but my body was out of control, leaking lust from my ministers, and sometimes I couldn’t help but raise my hips slightly to meet Daddy’s thrusts.
He increased the speed of his strokes, and as he moved his cock in and out of my pussy, I felt an indescribably sensual relief, which grew stronger and stronger. I knew from my dad’s grunts that he was also enjoying himself immensely. Suddenly, with his genitals deep in my pussy, Daddy stopped. He was breathing evenly, as if he was trying his best to contain his excitement. It stopped for almost a minute before he resumed pumping again.
This time he only pulled his cock out about halfway, and then inserted it again, thrusting much faster than earlier, and increasing the force of his thrusts, no longer a gentle slow pumping, but a tight and furious pounding of my pussy.
My slaps were sore and swollen and so comfortable under his rounds of violent raping! I was tense, more tense, ah! Like a balloon exploded, the mind is blank, a hot stream from the abdomen gushed out, in the haze of the vagina automatically a strong spasm …… I reached a never-experienced, indescribable and dying orgasm.
Dad began a round of faster, harder, furious thrusts.
“Ah! God! Yes! That’s it! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Dad whimpered, his whole body hardening.
I felt him cumming, violently! Even though it was only a few short seconds of cumming, I felt my dad’s cum flooding and filling my pussy.
I could hardly believe that I was letting my dad rape me again, cum inside me, and reach an intense orgasm!
Dad was also weak, his arms and legs were slack and he could no longer support his weight. He pressed on top of me, and I felt that he was so heavy, I still closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, I could hear his heavy breathing. It was a while before he pulled out his hard rubber tube-like prick and climbed up. He put his panties back on, kissed me lightly on the lips, and kissed one of my breasts.
“Good night! My beautiful princess!” He murmured softly, and went out to leave.
I lay in bed, my mind starting to get disorganized again. Why had I let Daddy rape me again? All that was filling my pussy now was Daddy’s cum, and the depths of my cunt were full of his seed. Why was this happening?
I flattened my knees down, felt my panties under the pillow, stuffed them between my legs, straightened my legs and clenched them tightly to keep ZeSpore’s semen from leaking out, so as not to soil the mattress. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up, but I thought I’d better wait for a while, lest I might run into my dad or mom, but I fell asleep without realizing it.
When I opened my eyes again, it was seven in the morning. I put on my robe and went to the bathroom, I slapped the spores which still had some residual creamy, thickly stained cum on them, I sat on the toilet and let them run out, and expelled a rather upturned urine. The shower washed my entire body and I went back to my room and dressed before going downstairs for breakfast.
It’s Saturday and I’m already up later than usual. My dad had prepared breakfast for me with orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, toasted English muffins, and other favorite foods, probably knowing when I would be coming downstairs. He had already eaten breakfast and was reading the morning paper and drinking coffee.
“Did you sleep okay?” Dad asked.
I didn’t know how I was going to answer, I was quite disturbed in my mind and I just nodded my head and went back down to my meal. Dad’s calm and steady demeanor confused me and made me feel a little uncomfortable. He had already ejaculated twice in my paraphilia and I could have gotten pregnant, but he was acting as if nothing had happened! He continued to look at the newspaper.
After breakfast, I went out to visit my close friend, Lisa, for a casual conversation. We talked about everything, but of course I didn’t tell her about the sex I had with Dad. Being with her took my mind off the things my dad was doing to me at night. We also talked about the boys in school and then we did some homework together.
I didn’t get home until it was almost dinner time. After dinner I went upstairs to my bedroom. I took off my clothes and put on my pajamas. I turned on my computer and put on my headphones to listen to a CD while I found some information about the French Revolution on the Internet to use in a report I was preparing for a history class. I then went into the Internet’s ChatRooms to chat with a few people. At eight o’clock I got off the Internet and turned off the computer, sat down on my bed, leaned over and turned on the TV, browsing through the different channels at random.
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