One of Jiangnan Xiaoxiao’s Translated Books.
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＝Preface: It’s been a long time since I’ve presented any works for you, and I always feel like I owe something to Yuan Yuan. A while ago, the “Decameron” event was held in full swing, and I wanted to participate, but I usually don’t have any decent works, so I was busy and couldn’t participate, which was regrettable, so I’ll just have to look forward to the next year.
In the network to find some erotic works, English, although my English IS poor, but with the help of the computer, but also rolled with the translation down, this is my translation of the first article, which may be improper, please teach in the House of generosity. At the same time, I would like to pay tribute to the big bee brother, this article is exactly from the website he mentioned.
= I married very young, to someone I thought I was in love with. The marriage went by quickly, and soon I was pregnant and had a beautiful daughter, Ann. The first year was pretty much perfect, but soon Brad – my poor husband – lost his job. He began to learn to drink and was out on his ass owing a lot of money for alcohol. Also learned to get angry and to growl at me from time to time, even if it was just some very minor family matter that would elicit a prolonged bickering from him.
Finally one day he started hitting me, and although this time it was only one slap, it was enough to send me to the wall and back again. And from that day on, he gradually became a nightmare in my life. Because once he tasted the joy of hitting me, he had to practice his Chinese Drunken Fist on me more often. At first, he would slap me a few times, and then it became a continuous stream of punches and kicks. The end result was that I left him and took my daughter, Ann, with me, and I went back to my old home, my father’s home.
Dad was very happy to have us join him. It was a big house and I grew up in it with my 5 siblings. Mom died shortly after we all left and I think Dad was lonely in the house. When I was little, Dad and I wouldn’t have been very close. Because he was always working, he often worked overtime for our family. And when he had free time, he always spent it with the boys in the house.
The biggest thing that drove me back home was the constant threats and injuries. Living with Brad, even though he didn’t beat me every minute of every day. But it raised me to be a timid mouse, always worried that even my smallest voice would draw a cat out of a dark corner. And now, I was in my own home. It was the safest place to be. I could have a room alone with Ann, and I had my dad who would take care of me. I realized that when I was with Brad, I was timid and helpless, and often trembled uncontrollably. And when I was with my dad, I was so happy.
My heart is full of gratitude for my dad. I enjoy doing every chore, even if it’s washing the dishes and scrubbing the plates. I love doing everything he needs for him. I am grateful to him for the safety I have been given and my love for him is slowly growing in my heart.
Often, I would wrap my arms around him, my dad, with happiness! Sometimes, I even gently patted his butt and joked with him. Life seemed to go back to when I was a teenage girl. Ever since I was a little girl, it was only now that I had my whole dad completely to myself, because now he had so much more time to spend with me than he did when I was a kid. He doesn’t work overtime anymore, and comes home at exactly 5:00 every day. And I, for one, will always be there to greet him at the door, to kiss him, and to savor the dinner that’s been prepared for him.
I guess it’s probably not this kind of father-son life that interests you, right? Don’t worry, the story begins like this.
It was quite hot that day and I was wearing a thin shirt. Underneath the thin tunic, I didn’t wear a bra because my breasts were firm and round and not too big, so I didn’t really have a need to wear a bra. As usual, today I hugged him warmly when he came home, and during his dinner.
After the meal, I was very active in clearing the plates. Since I am very afraid of the heat and for me an air conditioner is an indispensable item in my life, I was a little extra nice to him today in order to ask him for one. This approach was my specialty when I was a kid. I knew that I could get favors from my elders by pleasing them.
After I finished washing the dishes, I went to the bathroom to wash my hair. I put some pretty clips in my blonde hair so I could look a little cuter and then I went to the living room.
“Dad?” I greeted him.
“How are you, baby?” I sat on his lap and rocked, rubbing my head against his again.
He reached out and wrapped his arms around me: “What’s up, baby?” His voice sounded like he was laughing: “What do you want to say?”
I reported my request.
“When you’re circling me like a wide-eyed puppy, all I have to do is listen to the sound of your speech again and I’ll know you want something.” He said grinning, and shrugging his nose while doing what a puppy would do.
I pouted, “But I do love you.”
I sat up a little and put my hands on his shoulders. Immediately, I felt something hard against my buttocks there. I was taken aback, he was getting an erection!
The discovery initially shocked me, but then I was thrown into a wonderful whirlwind of emotions.
First of all, my feelings are a joy mixed with amazement. Because I had always managed to make it possible for him to be happier. I knew that it was his, my sweet daddy’s penis against me. Which is understandable, because since my mom died 5 years ago, I’m sure he’s stopped having any sexual pleasure. As for me, I think sex is almost irrelevant. I was taught that if you want to look good in front of your man, the best thing to do is try to relax and pray that it doesn’t go too deep.
I always had sloppy sex with Brad after marriage. He always worked on me for 4 or 5 minutes and then rolled off to sleep with a gasp. I’d heard about orgasms but never had the chance to appreciate them, and I’d never even masturbated. For me, when I think of sex, I think of words like “dirty”, “nasty”, “heart”, etc… But that’s… not important. Isn’t it? Since I was already in love with my father at that time, I was only happy about his erection.
I have to admit, before this, it never occurred to me that my dad might want me, not even for a second. Only Brad liked me when he was drunk. So when I felt my dad’s powerful erection against my cock, I had a bad smile on my face.
I deliberately rubbed against him and turned my body a little so that my breasts rubbed back and forth against his chest. “Daddy, I feel strange,” I cooed and giggled, “why can’t we have air conditioning?”
“Later,” he sighed, licking his lips as he did so.
“It won’t cost much.” I begged him.
“The air conditioning didn’t help, and we rarely get hot weather.”
“Only you think so.” I snorted.
“It won’t work, it’s a waste of money.” He said.
“Noooo~~Please~~” I kissed his face, then his neck, then his face again.
“Laurie.” He said, his voice sounding a little hoarse.
“You’re kind of the equivalent of my husband now, aren’t you Dad?” I asked him as things started to get a little less innocuous.
“Yeah?”
“That’s just it, air conditioning is part of the life a man should provide for his woman.”
“But you’re not my woman~~ You’re my daughter.”
“Now I am your woman,” I said, “I cook for you and clean your room.”
“And,” I said in a long drawn out voice, “I can do something else for you…” I caressed his broad chest and kissed his lips again.
He was brought back to reality by his surprise and swallowed nervously: “Laurie…” he said a little uneasily.
“I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad,” I said, “I’m a grown woman.”
“But your actions are immature.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not crazy.” I grinned.
“That’s why you’re hot and bothered.”
“What did you say? I…” I moved my hand down and began to gently press on his cock, which caused him to take a deep breath.
“Laurie! Just stop! You’re getting off!” He tried to push me away, but I pressed myself tightly on top of him, bringing my arms around and wrapping them tightly around him. He tried to push me away and I stuck to him like a giant octopus.
“Laurie, do as I say!”
“Daddy!” I raised my eyes and looked at him firmly: “I know what a man needs. You’re a man and I’m a grown woman.” I grabbed his hands and pulled them out to rest on my firm breasts.
He scrambled to pull his hand back, but I leaned my whole body forward and pressed my breasts against his hand.
His cock throbbed under my belly;
His hands rubbed against my breasts;
His eyes lingered on my breasts.
I reached behind my back, found the tie of my shirt and untied it. The shirt fell off and my breasts were exposed. He started panting and licking his lips uncontrollably. So I took his hands again and pressed them against my naked breasts. I felt that this enthusiasm was a little too much, I had never done this even to Brad. I think I was actually seducing him… don’t you think?
He was getting excited by the view he was seeing, and it was making me feel even more excited. He began to move his hand that was pressed against my breast, touching it lightly and slowly, and holding it underneath his hand again, feeling its weight. He rubbed his big fingers back and forth over my nipple, and soon had it really straightened out, and I began to feel heat all over my body.
I licked my own lips, “Move forward, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear, “I want you.”
He squeezed my breasts one after the other. Breathing became rougher, too, as he poured more and more passion into these two soft pieces of flesh in his hands, “Oh, my boy!” He gasped.
He couldn’t stop groping, pinching and squeezing my breasts, and I moved my body away a little so that I could show them to him more. He then lowered his head and licked the nipple, and after a contented look, he began to suck on my nipple. I rejoiced because he was so pleased, and a sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as his tongue licked back and forth over my nipple.
Because he’s happy, I’m happy.
And my breasts showed even more enthusiasm for his work. Brad had never spent so much time on my breasts. Most of the time, he squeezed them very hard, which caused me far more pain than pleasure. And to add insult to injury, Brad sometimes even took a few bites on them.
My dad was caressing my breasts in a way no one had ever done before, gently rubbing his fingers back and forth over the nipples, pressing them from time to time. He licked and licked at the two pink buds, for a while, sucking very regularly, one at a time. All this made me feel… so hot! Oh, his eager mouth, the way he sucked, the way he licked, and the gentle stoned touch of his teeth. My breasts seemed to swell a little with heat, and my nipples throbbed with an excitement I’d never felt before.
I was amazed by the fact that he was spending so much time on his breasts and that he wasn’t too busy to finish. Never before had anyone ever once spent this much energy on my breasts, and today my breasts felt more pleasure than they had ever felt before. I felt my heart beating faster, my blood flowing more violently. There was a heat burning between my legs, and my lower belly became moist, warm, and with tangible joy.
Dad finally grabbed my shirt and yanked upward, and I moved in a hurry so he could pull the hem out; I obediently threw my hands up in the air as he stripped me upward.
Now, all that was left of me were tiny panties. He started touching and squeezing my breasts again. I felt a little embarrassed, but he was my dad anyway, so it all became irrelevant. Hourly, he had already seen me naked.
He slipped his fingers around the edge of my shorts, grabbed them, and slowly pulled them down. I shivered a little as my soft, fine-haired pussy was about to be exposed to his eyes for the first time in my life!
When he finally removed my shorts, my face turned a little red. Now that I was completely naked, Daddy’s hands were free to explore my body.
I tilted my head up and he held it in one arm before kissing my lips. He sucked back and I sent forward, sending up my sweet lips. This time I opened my mouth and I licked back and forth across his lips, reaching back into his mouth to stir around. His other hand stroked over my breasts before he moved down to my belly, pushing up between my legs. He found my pussy and pressed hard, and immediately I began to gasp with pleasure as flames quickly burned throughout my body.
His fingers explored my pussy passionately like a tongue, my panting became more and more difficult, my body became more and more agitated, and I rubbed my whole self back and forth on his hand. I gasped and moaned loudly from the extreme arousal.
“Good Daddy!” I gasped.
“Oh! Ooooh! Oooooh!”
I felt a finger penetrate me, splitting the dense folds, passing through my tight, warm, smooth pussy lips, and pumping back and forth in my little. I gasped again and arched my body.
I was shocked by my own excitement, by my own seething joy.
I arched up on his fingers and then felt another finger enter my depths. “Yes! Yes. Oh! Daddy! Daddy! Oooooh!” I gasped.
“You like that? Boy,” he gasped back.
“Oh!”
He pushed his fingers deep inside me, up to the knuckles. And all I could do was string above his fingers, rocking myself helplessly. And his fingers down there quickly found my clit and began to pinch it as he felt it between my legs and rubbed it back and forth.
The fire roared and spat out heat, while the heat rose over the fire, enamored with it.
I gasped in shock and pleasure, arching my back as my entire body trembled. My thighs and my pussy as a whole rose high in orgasm, the first of my life, and now it passed through my body and cut through my heart.
I couldn’t stop shaking my head as Daddy set me down. I was panting heavily, mumbled pleas coming out of my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my nerves and burned through my body. The next thing I knew I was becoming weak all over, panting long and hard from myself. I lay in post-orgasmic exhaustion, my breasts swelling, shaken and disoriented.
Daddy bent down and kissed my breasts. Pulled me up again and picked me up in his strong hands. He took me upstairs to his bedroom – the master bedroom. I hadn’t been allowed in this place since I knew what a parent’s bedroom was.
He led me into the room and laid me down on the bed, then he calmly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his blouse. He loosened his pants again and pulled down the zipper. I watched him naked on his bed as he pulled the zipper down and watched him take off his pants. He finally removed his pants, so my eyes lingered on the bulge in his shorts.
Then he simply pulled down his shorts as well, and now he was just naked, as naked as I was, with nothing. He was still strong and powerful, his muscles bulging. I was a petite woman, like my mother, but Dad was over six feet tall and strong.
His penis was thick and hard, much bigger than Brad’s, and the hair on it seemed to be thicker than Brad’s…! It was so thick, so dark, and so hairy that I could hardly take my eyes off it as he climbed into the bed. He lifted my legs up and spread them apart, then placed them on the bed. I spread my knees and my father knelt down between them, stroking my firm breasts and flat belly.
Next, he covered me, his body sliding over my bare skin until his entire body was pressed against mine, until we were face to face, eye to eye, belly to belly.
His body was too heavy for me, but more so than Brad’s.
I could feel all of his body, his firm muscles, his broad chest. He kissed me, and I wrapped my arms behind him and held him close, kissing him back, all with a sense of love and devotion. He caressed my breasts and ran them down my body.
I felt his cock, hard and thick, against the small of my back.
He lifted his ass and took hold of the head of his cock, forcing it down against the opening of my pussy.
I felt his cock find my little , finally come in. My pussy surrounded it and it twitched happily in my cunt.
I couldn’t help but moan as it filled my vagina. My pussy was taut, yet it didn’t hurt. The feeling was wonderful… full… exciting… I could feel his penis wrapped around me, feel it filling my pussy, and even feel its pleasure!
Daddy moved on top, his cock stirring deep inside me. It became the source of all my pleasure, stirring deep into the depths of my heart, the place where no one had ever been before. His lips and mine sought each other out, tongues stirring together. Then he began to swirl his entire body over me, deeper and deeper. Slowly, his cock grew thicker and harder, rubbing against my clit.
My mind was filled with a nameless warmth, my knees pulled apart, and my mouth moaned, “Fuck me, Daddy!” I gasped, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
He held my head tighter and pressed his lips so tightly against mine that they almost glued together. He began to pump his cock inside me, slowly but surely. That’s how the fire in me ignited and rose again and again, my chest heaving. He let go of my head and moved his hands down to hold my hips tightly, his fingers almost snapping into my ass as he pushed harder. He yanked my ass upward to meet his thrusts, and I encouraged his pumping with my lewd grunts. His scrotum slammed against the entrance to my pussy like it was asking for directions uncontrollably, making my pussy so hot it felt like it was going to burn.
“Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!” He gasped.
“Oh, daughter! My daughter!”
” Me, Dad! Me, Daddy!” I let out a sound like a cry, arching my body high towards him.
His cock pushed harder inside me, and as he slammed into me, he couldn’t forget to roughly saw over my clit as he withdrew. I was lost in thought, holding him in my arms, and muttering something under my breath, moaning thinly in between. My entire body was thoroughly washed in a sea of sexual lust. My cunt became the source of all my pleasure, the center of my entire consciousness, and the hard rod that pumped back and forth in there.
Finally I came, my mind was pounding, my whole body felt like it was sinking into a swamp of pleasure, the extreme joy drowning me. Daddy’s cock jumped inside me, deeper and deeper at a time, working to send me to a new climax.
Then he exploded inside me as well. As his semen slammed into me, I seemed to feel endless pleasure being poured into me like these fluids, heralding a new life ahead.
That’s how I was born. I thought lost in thought, a soft gasp escaping my lips. His semen made my body, and now it was inside me.
When it was over, we lay together, kissing gently and caressing each other’s bodies. I was touched by the pleasure he had given me, and had grown closer between us, closer than I had ever seen anyone before.
After a while, he started moving again, sucking on my breasts, then moving over my stomach to between my legs, running his tongue underneath. My eyes widened, I had heard of men being able to lick that area for women, but no one had ever once done that for me, Brad had never had much interest in it. Daddy got down on his knees between my legs, propped up on his elbows, and looked closely at my pussy, and he looked so closely that it even made me feel a little embarrassed, but that embarrassment was like a boulder in a swamp compared to the excitement in my body, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.
His hand gently stroked my thigh and pressed his thumb against my soft labia, slowly rubbing them before gently peeling them back to expose the moist, pink flesh of my vagina. He looked at it, then lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue along my pussy. I inhaled heavily, biting my lip, looking at him and feeling him. His tongue was like a flame, and when it touched my pink vaginal flesh, my whole body shook uncontrollably. I felt it probe into my pussy, licking back and forth inside. He sucked at the opening of my vagina, then moved upward to my clit.
When his lips touched my clit, it was as if there was a big explosion inside my body, pleasure roaring through me like a ball of flame, making my whole body quake. My head slammed down and I leaned back on the bed, my eyes lost in thought as I stared up at the ceiling. His lips sucked uncontrollably at my clit, and again ran his tongue over it. My clit became hard again, it was so sensitive and lustful, and he did everything just right, so waves of pleasure rippled through my body.
He sucked and licked hard, he scraped and nibbled back and forth, he rubbed and stroked and teased and squeezed… and so in a shocked shout I came again, and then again, and then again… There were quite, quite a few long minutes of Papa sucking and licking and sucking my pussy, and he was doing things for me that I had never imagined, much less tried, before. My body was ripped apart with pleasure over and over again, and I soon got my fourth orgasm again. My body was covered in sweat, my hair stuck to my face, and my chest was gasping for air.
He stepped back a bit and knelt between my shaking thighs, pointing his cock straight at me again. His cock was already hard again and I was filled with desire to hold it. He teased me by rubbing his cock back and forth against my clit. I moaned, using a voice like a cry to express how much I needed it now.
“Daddy!” I moaned, “Fuck me! Fuck me ～～～～!”
He thrust in and immediately I let out a happy sigh. Then he grabbed my knees, lifted them and pressed them against my chest. He presses them hard against me, a method Brad has used in the past, but only now do I feel the pleasure, the feeling that this is what I need deep in my heart. His body pressed on top of mine, his weight on my legs, pressing down hard, the strokes getting faster and harder.
He started fucking me again, and I, well, there’s just no word for it.
It’s not having sex, it’s !
I was being fucked, and fucked hard. He was stabbing his cock into me with violent force and speed, trying hard to penetrate my belly. His hips rammed upward against my mound, and downward pressing me tightly against the bed. The grunts I let out seemed to become a mixture of pleasure and pain. My insides were twisted in the back and forth pumping of my cock, my body shook with ecstatic pleasure, and I closed my eyes helplessly.
I came again, the explosion inside me once more bringing me infinite pleasure. My father shoved his cock wildly, and my mind drifted in and out of the waves of pleasure, like a boat in the middle of the ocean.
With each new thrust, the poor bed squeaked beneath us, moaning as I did, while the springs helped us leap again and again… I was drowning in a sea of helpless lust, unable to breathe or think. My father’s cock continued to carry my nectar like a fiery red sun, driving with relentless speed and power through our shared tunnel of intercourse.
Then he came inside me too, his cum erupting violently inside my cunt. My cunt spasmed and sucked on his rod. He cursed and moaned, squeezing cum into me to the last drop. The incident didn’t cause much change between Dad and me. At least, nothing had changed in the way I felt about him, and maybe he was the same; the only thing that had changed was desire and pleasure.
Now you see, after only a week, we’ve become as slutty as rabbits.
Dad was happy to be enjoying sex again, especially since this girl had a young, hot body. I, on the other hand, reveled in the discovery of physical pleasure, and it was hard for us not to be attracted to each other.
We were in the shower together, in the tub, and I was sitting on his cock. He fucked me at the dinner table, on the couch my little . He always licked my pussy while I sucked his cock. We kissed and cuddled more often. His hands often explored my body, cupping my ass or breasts or picking between my legs.
I think the best position, and one of my favorites, is to let Daddy fuck me from behind like all puppies do. To me, I was his wife and he was my man. I would kneel before him like a bitch and let him ride me to orgasm. I fell in love with sex and loved my father deeply for giving me so much marvelous sexual education. I became so… sexy… so… hot, with desire in my heart at all times.
Dad would always bring me out of my depression and let me take pleasure with him. He would pull me into his hips, or pin me down on a table or chair, or just press me against a wall and dig back and forth under my pants or under my skirt. And just within a minute, I’d become frantic! I was a helpless captive before my awakened desires, but I was willing.
From that day on, I immediately moved into my dad’s room. We spent quite a bit of time in bed almost every night, and it seemed to be the only thing that could hold our interest.
Sex was the first thing we both did before we went to bed and when we woke up in the morning, and I didn’t want to find some other guy out there because Dad and I were exactly what we needed for each other.
When I think of all the other women who are in the midst of their married lives, either trembling before their husbands or doing this and that in supplication for their little attentions, I feel a kind of smug smugness. Of all the men in the world, my dad was the best, the warmest, the gentlest, and he was the best in bed. Why would I want anything else?
Dad treated me like the most loving father and never reprimanded me. Only one day, when I told him I was pregnant, Dad got a little angry. I had secretly stopped taking my birth control pills and hadn’t told him about the pregnancy in time. By the time I told him, it was too late to make any more changes to that fact.
I gave him a son and then twins, girls.
After this, Dad demanded that I take birth control pills every day, but I think he was happy to have little kids in the house again.
After a couple of years, when Ann was old enough and beginning to ooze sexual awareness like a small animal in spring heat, I convinced my dad to educate her, pointing out how much pleasure a woman could get from her own body.
I don’t want my daughter to be a novice in this area-one like Brad, or as bored with the thought of sex as I used to be.
She was a bit reluctant at first, but soon she became an eager participant in our sex life. Dad even taught us how to lick pussies so that she and I could satisfy each other when he was away.
Too many people, like me once upon a time, are unaware of their sexual ignorance and rawness and never try to figure out how they can be happier.
Too many girls don’t learn about sex from their fathers, and that’s too bad.
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