I am now fifteen and a half years old, and I am in the ninth grade of middle school (note: this is equivalent to the third year of junior high school).
I have been developing since I was twelve years old, and I have gradually started masturbating and masturbating, mostly by stroking my nub in the bathroom shower, which I find very pleasurable.
Sometimes it is done once or twice a week, sometimes not for a week or two.
Since entering my fifteenth year six months ago, I’ve gradually begun to miss men a bit.
I was not looking for a man, but I was just masturbating while stroking my pussy buds and imagining what it would be like if a man was embracing and touching me. In my Physical Hygiene elective course, I already knew the basics of male-female sex and had seen illustrations and real photos of male genitals in several reference books, as well as a few comparative photos of male genitals that were normally sagging and then engorged and enlarged.
Since several female classmates, I have also heard many detailed and explicit descriptions of male and female sexual intercourse.
I was fascinated, but also scared: several girls in the school got pregnant, some took a break to go home and have babies and never showed up again; some had abortions, and I heard that the pregnancies were the result of incest or rape.
I know what the consequences of intercourse can be.
There are boys among my friends, but they are just friends, and I don’t have a “boyfriend” yet.
My father, now thirty-seven years old, is very handsome and strong.
As far as I can remember, my dad was never angry with me, he was always so gentle and loving to me, and we were always very close.
Lately when I masturbate, I somehow keep fantasizing about my dad; but it’s just a fantasy, I don’t really think about having sex with him.
Before he went to bed, my dad would often check the door to my bedroom to see if I was sleeping peacefully and if I had my blankets on.
I have a nightlight in my room so he can see clearly.
Sometimes I wasn’t asleep, and when he opened the door and looked in, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
One night while I was lying naked in bed masturbating, an idea came to me.
It was almost time for my dad’s routine inspection, and I wondered how he would react if he saw me sleeping naked. Just then the ball handle on the door of the room started to turn, Daddy was coming! I immediately retracted my hand that was fingering my pussy and put it to my side, closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
I heard the door to my room open, and my eyes opened slightly a line to peek at the commotion.
Dad didn’t leave immediately, as he usually did; he stood in the doorway, gazing up at me.
A few moments later he walked in and stood in the center of the room.
I lay still, not daring to move; my legs were originally spread apart, and he should have a clear view of my entire pussy in the light of the nightlight.
As far as I can remember I can’t recall him ever seeing me naked, I’ve never let my dad see my breasts or pussy since I’ve known.
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! You’re 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 glistening blonde highlights; my breasts were small but bulbous and still developing; there were a few sparse strands of light brown sex hair on my pubic mound, and the rest of my pussy was still bare.
Somehow, my nipples had hardened and stood up on their own, and my pussy was oozing some lewd water.
I hoped Daddy wouldn’t notice that my meaty pussy was already this moist.
He backed away slowly and turned to walk out of the room before closing the door softly behind him.
My nerves relaxed, but with the feeling of imitation loss.
Inside I hoped he would make a move, not just stand and stare.
As soon as the door closed, my hand immediately returned to the slit of my hole, fiddling swiftly.
The thought of my dad seeing me naked and his crotch prick actually getting an erection right away excited me so much inside that in an instant I had an orgasm like I had never had before! I almost screamed out loud, 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 used my menstrual tampon (tampons) last year, there had been a little bleeding and a little pain, but then it was fine.
I pumped my fingers in and out a couple of times, fantasizing that it was Dad’s prick, but my fingers were thin and short and a little boring, so I stopped.
What I want is a thicker thing, or a real man-prick.
But I didn’t want another man’s prick, it was Daddy’s prick that I wanted in my heart.
When I got up in the morning, my dad made me a hearty breakfast as he usually does.
I felt a little shy when I first saw him, but after a while it was fine and back 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 had wanted to remain sleeping naked and wait for my dad to come, but unfortunately my period came first in the afternoon and when I went to bed to fall asleep I used a tampon, put on my panties and pajamas, and covered myself with a sheet as well.
I was just about to fall asleep when Dad gently opened the door and came in.
Unlike before, he was wearing only a pair of close-fitting briefs tonight, his upper body was naked, and a good-sized bulge was evident in his crotch.
He gazed at me and hesitated for a few moments before closing the door again and exiting.
I was a little devoured by his departure.
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 twisted the door open and peered in, then stepped in, closing the door behind him and pressing the lock.
Dad was naked, wearing only his underwear, he walked to the edge of the bed and looked me up and down my naked body, the crotch of his underwear was rapidly expanding, and the tent was rising again! I still pretended to be asleep and didn’t move.
I just felt a slight heat under my belly, and some lewdness was already seeping out of my vagina.
Dad scrutinized the bed for a few minutes before removing his underwear.
“Yikes! What a big cock!” I exclaimed in my mind.
It looked like an eight- or nine-inch flashlight with a purple-red glowing helmet at the tip, and below it was a rounded, sturdy pouch, in which you could clearly see two small balls of flesh in the pouch, bulging and protruding from side to side.
I was very excited, but a little scared.
Daddy reached out and gently placed his right hand on mine, his center tap reaching into his pussy slit and stroking it.
I felt so sexy that I couldn’t help but ooze some more lust immediately, and I knew that his fingers were fully moisturized, and my lust was still gurgling out.
He put his left hand over my right breast and gently kneaded it.
I don’t know if I should pretend to awaken at this point, but I don’t want him to end the petting because of it, so I continue to pretend to be asleep.
I squinted and peeked as some thick translucent dipping liquid emerged from the head of my dad’s cock, slowly dripping down in thin, sagging strands.
Dad’s right hand was still stroking my already soaked pussy, and his left hand was taking turns rubbing one of my breast globes.
My pussy wanted his cock in it so bad, 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, “sticking” to me, not “pressing” on me.
This makes us overlapping “I” and “Y”.
He’s an “I” on top; I’m a reverse “Y” on the bottom.
I felt something hard touching my meaty pussy and I knew it was the head of Daddy’s cock.
I’m excited and scared at the same time.
I didn’t use any birth control and my dad didn’t wear a condom, but I was reluctant to stop him.
Daddy rubbed his glans up and down my wet pussy slit, sometimes making a point of teasing the clit.
After two minutes of this, he pressed his glans against the entrance to my pussy.
My eyes were closed and I figured 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 for a while, I felt him pushing slightly harder and the head of his cock was in 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 incest in time, but somehow I just couldn’t do it.
I could hear his breathing becoming heavy, he paused for a moment and then pushed into my pussy again, his cock going deeper and deeper, I felt very swollen, but it didn’t hurt too much.
Breathing heavily, he continued to shrug and push for another two or three minutes, and then he pushed against me so hard that he could no longer move forward; he was all the way in.
His kidney sacs were pressed against my ass cleavage, and my pussy was swollen to saturation in a way I’d never felt before.
Dad paused for a moment and then began to shrug, gently pulling his cock out two or three inches 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 motions of pulling out and thrusting in, and after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, the thrusts gradually increased, ending up at maybe five or six inches.
He thrust to the hilt with each thrust, causing the kidney sacs to bump against my ass cheeks.
He kept thrusting, a hum of pleasure escaping 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.
Daddy’s cock was rhythmically moving in and out of my pussy, and the pain was gone, replaced by an indescribable pleasure.
When I peeked in, my dad’s handsome face was hanging in front of me, only four or five inches away, his eyes were closed, his chest was slightly pressing 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.
After a few minutes, his cock sped up, faster and faster, a beastly low growl actually escaping from his throat, and his kidney sacs kept ramming against my ass cleft at breakneck speed.
I was sore and a little tickled …… by him but suddenly he stopped thrusting, his cock plunged deep into my hole, his lower body pressed tightly against my pussy, his whole body tightened and I could feel him trembling.
“Ah! God!” Dad grunted out loud.
I felt a strange sensation in my pussy, his glans rose so big, one burst, two bursts, three bursts …… is he ejaculated in my pussy! I didn’t realize that he would ejaculate in his own daughter’s pussy like that without any regard for the consequences, spilling his seed! And he was still spitting out his semen, I didn’t know how long he was going to cum before he stopped.
Dad’s glans finally stopped throbbing and his cock didn’t shrink.
It was another two minutes before he pulled his still hard cock out of my pussy and got up off the bed.
He put on his panties and kissed me lightly on my cherry lips before leaving my bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.
I couldn’t move for a moment, and I was very frightened.
I was deeply convinced that it was all my own fault, that I could have told him to stop, to abort this incestuous coitus, but I didn’t, and let my father steal the scent for his lust.
I reached for my pussy, which still felt a little sore inside, and my pussy 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 was mixed up with exhaustion and weak thighs, and at the same time worried about bumping into my dad on the way to the bathroom, which would be embarrassing.
I reluctantly found my panties under the pillow and stuffed them over my eyes, gathering my legs together and clamping them down so as not to dirty the sheets with drips of sperm paste.
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 for a long rest, my mind going back to the marvelous pleasure of Daddy’s big cock going in and out of my hole.
I sat up, put on my robe, used my hands to keep my panties tight over my pussy, stepped lightly into the bathroom, closed the door, and sat on the toilet, letting the cum that Daddy had shot in my pussy flow out.
I couldn’t help but look down and take a closer look, it was some very thick creamy dip.
I went back to the bedroom, changed into another pair of clean underwear, and covered myself with a sheet to sleep.
I haven’t had an orgasm yet tonight, but at the moment I don’t care.
Just some inexplicable panic in my heart, Ryoko finally fell asleep without realizing it.
The next morning, Dad was his usual self, like nothing had happened during the night.
I pretended as if nothing had happened, but all I could think about was his cock and the fact that he had cum in my pussy.
For the next two nights, I was not sexy for some reason.
Each night I slept in my underwear with a sheet over my head, and Dad didn’t come to my bedroom.
It was the third night after being raped by my dad.
A strong sense of sexual need came back to me.
Without her pajamas, she removed her panties and lay down completely naked, covering half of her body below the waist with the sheet, reaching down and slowly stroking her hand in her pussy slit as a gush of pleasure came over her.
Suddenly I heard the doorknob turn and I hurriedly took my hand away, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep.
Dad gently pushed the door inside, closed and unlocked it again, and walked over to the bed.
I squinted and peeked, and Dad was wearing only a pair of briefs, with what looked like a small mound of bulging crotch.
He gazed at me for a moment, and I knew he was viewing my tits, and his crotch immediately stretched higher again.
Following that he removed the sheet that covered my lower half.
As soon as he saw me naked, his breathing immediately quickened and became ragged.
“Ah! It’s so beautiful! It’s beautiful!” He murmured softly.
He quickly removed his underwear, and his eight-inch-long thick cock immediately “popped” out, and it was like a small steel cannon, cocked in a 60-degree direction upwards.
Thinking that it had ravaged my pussy the night before, picking my virgin flower center, I couldn’t help but feel my heart fluttering, and water involuntarily seeped out of my pussy.
My legs were spread, but not too far apart.
My slit got even wetter when Daddy reached between my legs with his right hand and stroked my flesh, and he rubbed his fingers in it for a while.
He drew back his hand and, after gently spreading my legs wide apart, he climbed onto the bed very carefully, placing his lower body between my splayed thighs in eights and pressing lightly against me.
We’re back to the “I” and the 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 shoved the glans into my pussy, then gently jerked his hips, thrusting his big, hard, thick cock into my hole inch by inch, and every time he pushed it inward Dad let out a low, pleasant moan in his throat, seeming to feel a great deal of pleasure.
I didn’t feel any pain like I had the night before when I was first penetrated, but the walls of my vagina were so tight and uncomfortable as they were stretched open by the head of his cock.
Luckily, my vagina was already full of kinky water, which greatly reduced the pain of my tightness and swelling.
I felt my dad thrusting deeper and deeper, his eight-inch-long, hardened male genitals had fully entered my belly, and his firm, bulging kidney sacs pressed against my groin.
Having my pussy filled with my dad’s powerful genitals was very exciting, but still a little scary.
Once the cock was all the way in, Dad 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 fucking my lusty, gurgling, not-yet-fully-developed pussy.
I was fucked like this for a long time, I felt very comfortable, I tried my best to hold back my moans, but my body was out of control, my pussy was oozing with lust, and sometimes I couldn’t help but raise my hips slightly to meet Daddy’s thrusts.
He increased the speed of his strokes, his cock moving in and out of my pussy, and I felt an indescribably sensual relief that grew stronger and stronger.
Since Dad’s humming, I knew he was enjoying himself immensely as well.
Suddenly the genitals were deep in my hole and not moving, and Daddy stopped.
He was regulating his breathing, as if trying his best to suppress his agitation.
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.