(i)
You guys know what men look for, right? Yes, that’s right, that kind! When a man looks at a woman, he always likes to squint his eyes in an attempt to squeeze his lewd gaze, like a needle, into the woman’s most intimate, narrow crevice.
Since I was a child, I have often heard of the legend of the “eye of the needle”, but I have never quite understood the meaning of this, and now, when I look around me, I am met with a sharp gaze like a needle, trying to desperately drill into the body that I may be exposed to their gaze, I finally understand!
I have a pair of proud body, youthful and bright face, which is already enough to attract people; and I am also happy to use my attractive body to meet those who are full of all kinds of complicated lustful gazes, so I often deliberately wear some clothes that make people inevitably want to be in love with me. Mini-skirts, cut-out stockings, unbuttoned blouses, and even, I like to intentionally not wear panties, so that in the squatting occasions, I can unintentionally leak a few hints of spring, so that some men will be interested in the heart.
That’s right, I love being spied on, and whenever I deliberately lure men’s lewd gazes, my body always involuntarily trembles, a trembling full of joy and excitement, and the sight that stretches all the way from the men’s gazes is like a giant rod, pounding hard into the depths of my pistil, causing me to gush into a burst of pleasure and orgasm.
I usually call it “visual rape”, and I can imagine a thousand men raping me together, and each man thinking they are raping me alone!
However, “visual rape” usually doesn’t satisfy the men or me, so “visual rape” is a starting point, and I usually let them feel like they’re raping me before I let them actually rape and penetrate me!
In my opinion, men are simply creatures of lust, and every man, including my closest family members, will not miss any opportunity to “rape” me, and I am happy to let them “rape”, after all, the guilt of incest is really very exciting.
I am 36 years old this year, 18 years old by the children’s order to get married, the current already have two 18-year-old twin sons, a 17-year-old out of the same as my daughter; however, I not only do not have an old look, but because of the age of the relationship between the gorgeous and generous, and more highlight my charm I found this, not only because of the outside of a bunch of tend to be like a man, but also due to the fact that I found that my two sons, they also began to visual rape their mother. I discovered this not only because there were a lot of men out there, but also because I found out that my two sons, they also started to rape their mom.
At first I was outraged, thinking that they were desecrating what should be the greatest love in the world. Indeed, when a mother squeezes her baby out of her womb and, with love and affection, shoves her full breasts and nipples into that little mouth that is waiting to be fed, would she have thought that later their eyes would be so greedy and lustful, intent on squeezing, kneading, and sucking those breasts and returning to their original place with the symbols of the sharp objects that they have grown up with?
Following that, I was surprised, not because they dared to spy on their old mom (me) so recklessly, but I realized that the sharp sword that extended from their gaze actually had the power of an electric current that immediately coursed through me, stirring up an unrelenting heat, and that it seemed as if I was actually being rubbed, prodded, and even penetrated in the lower part of my body!
It was so strange and familiar, strange in the sense that it was new and exciting, that it came from my own womb, and familiar… familiar,… I couldn’t help but blush slightly as I said this, because this wonderful feeling from the Blood was something I had experienced before, from 20 years ago until now…
In the end, I felt relieved; after all, it seemed to be a demon inherited from the family blood, so why should I mind it?
At that time, I couldn’t help but look at my two sons with a big smile on my face, and I deliberately lowered my body and slightly crossed my legs… I wondered if they had a good look at my breasts, which seemed to be standing out from underneath my low-cut pajamas, or the hidden pussy between my legs?
Then I saw Boss Xiao Jin covering his crotch, saying he needed to go to the toilet, and Boss Xiao Jun putting his hands in his pants pockets, saying he needed to go to his room to do his homework…
That night was the hottest night of my life, Yi Yi, the air conditioner was still blowing, and I was lying naked in bed, and my father-in-law was not at home when I needed him the most, so I picked up the substitute. This was a “gift” from my father, who is nearly 60 years old but still very energetic, who bought it for me from Sweden! And I met this “gift” with a naked body, a melodious cry, and a night of passionate excitement, imagining that my husband’s presence would enter my hungry bottom with the greatest speed and the deepest exploration.
I had never imagined that it could actually make me so wildly enthusiastic, and I engulfed it fiercely, letting it go in and out straight and forcefully, all the while in ecstasy, imagining, and not being able to tell whether it was a massager, my husband’s short spear, my father’s long stick, or Xiao Jin’s or Xiao Jun’s unnamed sharp weapon… That night, I actually had three orgasms in a row!
As I sleep, tired and contented, cuddled up in my pillow, I have a smile on my lips because I know that it is possible for imagination to turn into reality. As it was before, so it will be in the future.
That night, I fell into a deep sleep, and a series of erotic dreams led me back to the old days… (II)
After a few difficulties, a second episode was squeezed out, and it was quite a follow-up. Anyone interested, how about a relay?
That is my sophomore year of high school days, 17 years old age, said lonely also lonely, but may not really lonely to where, I am as colorful as the face of peach plums, voluminous and flowing body, coupled with my slightly flirtatious demeanor, so that I am always around a group of boys who want to kiss.
In fact, I was really a bit precocious, or maybe it was because I had watched my father’s secret videotape, I already knew what sex was, and even knew how pleasurable it was to penetrate my lower body with a finger or a hard object.
I’m not going to lie, I once masturbated to a videotape for three hours, imagining such a long and thick rod as the one in the movie thrusting into me, and only after seven or eight wild ejaculations did I finish the job.
I also know how to arouse the desire of boys, high school uniforms despite the standard and old-fashioned, but I have a way to make myself proud of the body, to attract a lot of greedy eyes, I deliberately only wear thin underwear, so that the nipples against the shirt, with a beautiful and charming round, so that the boys’ eyes on fire; skirt can only be up to three centimeters above the knee, but I will intentionally stand in the high place, so that boys downstairs looked up, the bright red light is enough to make them nosebleed. But I will deliberately stand high enough for the boys downstairs to look up, and the bright red light inside is enough to make their noses bleed.
I knew that they all wanted to rape me, they wanted to pin me down, rip my clothes, tear off my panties, and…
I used to think to myself, “Come on, come on, do what you want to do!” But they didn’t dare, they really didn’t dare! Boys in those days were really shy and accustomed to it, thinking about it, but want them to actually do it, but it was very difficult, but only behind the back of the discussion, looking at my delicate body, masturbate a little.
I often unconsciously laugh at them, with my cold, somewhat provocative gaze, staring at their slightly swollen lower body, until they can not stand it, hide in some place to “reduce the swelling” until.
Of course, at that time, there were also some boys who thought that they were handsome and dashing, which was more able to arouse my interest. But usually, their grades were so poor that it was impossible for them to be my boyfriend, given my academic and talent qualities, but I was happy to give them a taste of something sweet.
I was a regular at some of the dances, and I liked to let them run their hands over my hips while I loop-hooked my arms around their necks, pressing my ample breasts extremely close against their broad chests, and then, experiencing the pleasure of the gradual rubbing of a hard object between my legs. I could vaguely see their slow erections, and even, at times, noticed the slight wetness of a small patch on my legs.
When I came across the object of my affection, I would hint to them that I would walk into the restroom first, wait for them to come in and then impatiently pin me against the wall, lift up my shirt, pull down my panties, and feverishly plant my lips on my ample breasts, filling my bottom with a hardness that had long been scalding hot.
I usually don’t initiate much, though, just coldly lift my face slightly and stare at some fixed point on the ceiling, waiting for it all to be over. It’s not that I don’t enjoy sex, it’s just that, when they’re just thrusting in, I’m already sighing, knowing that I’ll have to work my way back home to do it on my own.
I would never do it twice with the same person, because none of them were worth it, but because of that, I moved around like a butterfly among these people and was treated like a princess. I don’t kiss them, and I don’t give them oral sex, which they hate with a passion, but they keep their mouths shut because there is a glimmer of hope that they will be kissed again.
I hadn’t been a virgin since my freshman year of high school, but I was still the honored princess at school, looked up to by everyone, and no one dared to imagine that I had ever had sex with more than a dozen boys.
However, none of these boys ever satisfied me, not even some of the varsity track, basketball, or soccer teams, and all they could give me sexually was a greater discovery of myself I guess I was the kind of woman with a hypersexual appetite that these little carrot boys, in any case, couldn’t satisfy, and I felt it especially strongly every time I got a taste of their desires and then needed to go home to fend for myself.
After I moved up to my sophomore year of high school, I was no longer too willing to play this kind of game, there was no point in making myself more upset than necessary. In fact, I felt that letting them rape, penetrate, penetrate and fuck me in a lustful way really gave me an indescribable pleasure, especially in full view of the public. In one day, it was as if I had been gang-raped hundreds of times, can you imagine what it would be like to have hundreds of dildos squeezed into my narrow pussy together?
I’ve seen seven men and one woman fucking on videotape, and the woman was playing with one in each hand, taking turns licking one in her mouth and one behind her hips, but, at most, there were only two going into the wonderful pussy at the same time!
Of course, two penetrations at the same time is quite exciting, but hundreds of penetrations at the same time is something else. Whenever I thought about it, my whole body shuddered… and I began to enjoy it. There was probably no one around me, from 80 years of age down, who had not fantasized about having intercourse with me. It was as if I were lying naked in front of everyone, soundly suffering the abuse, whipping and dismemberment of their eyes. Really, I like that feeling! Usually, I call it “visual rape”.
I think that about the entire male faculty and students of the school were raping me; this was by no means an exaggeration, nor was it unusual. In fact, I found that even my father, who was turning forty at the time, a trim, burly, mature man with a moustache and a graceful mouth, who had not renewed his marriage since my mother’s death but was always surrounded by women, was actually taking an interest in me, his own daughter.
I am free in the home is accustomed to, a light pajamas, even underwear is lazy to wear, just wandering at home freely. I like to recline on the sofa, free to stretch my long and round legs, casually set on the tea , to enjoy my favorite TV programs, sometimes so oblivious to the corner of the skirt reveals some of the spring light did not notice.
At first I wondered why my father and my brother, who was a year younger, always preferred to sit on the other, shorter couch away from the TV and never on this side; and always seemed so inattentive when watching TV.
It was not until one day, when I accidentally saw my father lying in the same position as I was, and when I suddenly realized the long thing hanging down from his lower abdomen, that I was suddenly “shocked”. It is reasonable to say “shocked”, because firstly, I discovered the “geographical secret” of that short sofa; secondly, I was really surprised that my father’s thing was really impressive, even when it was weak, it was still as thick and long as a banana, I wonder what it looked like when it was firm.
I’ve seen not a few of them, and even counting the gifted ones on videotape, they should be in the top few!
My face reddened slightly as I glanced out of the corner of my eye and actually thought about how it was no wonder he was popular with women.
Of course, I also felt a little weird. It turned out that my father was visually raping me just as much as any other man, and I was his daughter!
However, this weird sensation seemed to stimulate me even more, and my lower body suddenly became so lustful that it actually flowed down my legs.
From then on, I purposely posed myself in such a way that I would not begrudge any opportunity to bare my body and open the portal in anticipation of their (my father’s and my brother’s) sight forcing me to do so.
Honestly, I think I was teasing them, seducing them, even in the shower, knowing that there were most likely different eyes outside the bathroom peeping at the door that I had deliberately left cracked, yet I was selling myself short, fondling my tits, digging into my pussy, and masturbating hungrily for them to see.
I sometimes wonder what they do when they watch it. Do they run back to their rooms and jerk off imagining my slutty body? Or do they rush to find another woman to fuck? Who do they think about when they make love to another woman? Do they call them by the wrong name? And, will they be able to resist coming in? And if they did, what would happen to me?
Honestly, I’ve seen a lot of incest on video, but it’s all just role-playing. How many times have I seen a real family member filming it? Now, if they broke in, it would be real. Would I be like the people in the movie? I…
I had hypothesized many scenarios, ranging from mockery to resistance, but most of them were silent rape, refusal, or even warm acceptance, and every time I thought about it, I suddenly became aroused, and I thought about my father’s huge, sagging penis, and what it would be like to have it in the pussy of the daughter it had given birth to.
I’m not going to lie, I’m really a slut, because I know I’m eager for them to come in and pound their long, thick, and courageous dildos into my pussy. Of course, I would respond in kind, and I would feel the full pleasure and excitement of it.
Imagine a woman who desires to be fucked, raped, and fucked by someone who is related to her, how horny, slutty, and trashy she must be! But I like it!
I began to fantasize about coitus with my father or brother, starting with how they touched and teased my sensitive body until I imagined how they pounded and pounded inside me, often masturbating and masturbating while calling out the titles of my father and brother, and then letting myself get caught up in the imagined world of my lust, letting it flood out and become uncontrollable.
I had thought of many possible scenarios of how they would rape me, including all the pornographic novels and movies I knew, but… really, you would never have guessed that my first incest experience would unfold in this way.
(iii)
Hello everyone online, this is a continuation of the previous 1 and 2. Writing erotic literature looks easy, but when you really put pen to paper, it’s really sweet and bitter.
A few days ago, I read a lot of cursing and shouting on the Internet, and I felt that it was very pointless. Everyone has some secret desires in their hearts that are difficult to vent, and on Yuan Yuan, we are able to relieve them, and that’s enough, isn’t it?
I would suggest that we look at the author separately from the work, and when criticizing, only address the work and don’t make personal attacks.
Look at the world with a smile on your face…
Please advise me more on the following article!
Incest is a taboo in many societies, but what is the origin of this taboo? I am afraid it is not easy to say. Some people, from a eugenic point of view, argue that the incest taboo has in fact safeguarded the lifeblood of mankind’s continued existence, which is quite plausible. However, regardless of its original meaning, in the current society, it appears in a moral form. Is morality innate or acquired?
I remember a philosopher named Kant who said that morality is an innate “supreme command” that no one can instinctively violate unless he has indulged in human desires for too long and too deeply. Maybe it’s the same as Mencius’s argument about the goodness of nature? I can’t figure it out.
However, many morals are not universal. Instead, I know that, as in the case of incest, there are places and times when sibling relationships are considered reasonable, and I have heard of incidents in the United States where a grandson married his grandmother. So, I have always believed that the so-called moral laws are of an acquired nature.
Lust, it seems, really belongs at the innate level. Didn’t Freud talk about the Oedipal and Oedipal episodes? I feel as if I am.
Incest is against morality, but it is vaguely in tune with a certain magical blood in my nature, and in the midst of the guilt, it often leads to more intense excitement and fulfillment.
Had they actually rushed in, I would have been willing, and, the later I got, the more I realized that I was actually looking forward to it.
But they have never come in to the moral barrier, which is very difficult to break through in any case; so they are, so I am, and I suppose you are the same, aren’t you?
Things started out completely unexpected and I couldn’t figure out how I got to that masquerade party.
It was billed as a prom, but in reality it was a crossbreeding convention. I got there and realized after a while that I had been duped.
At the time, I was playing Catwoman, covered in black tights with a long tail trailing behind me.
I know that my body is extremely hot, so I have been surrounded by all kinds of people, they fight to dance with me, hard to lean their bodies towards my chest and abdomen; when not dancing, there are a bunch of people desperately to drink to me and accosted the music is very noisy, the speech has lost its usual accent. A bunch of big ghosts, little ghosts, magicians and Robin Hoods went round and round, stirring me up and making me dizzy, so I think I had a lot to drink.
But I’ve always realized there’s a Batman who never leaves my side. Batman and Catwoman, Si, were supposed to be a pair, right? And the man was tall and handsome, and even though he couldn’t see his face, he quite endeared himself to me.
There were a lot of people, and we didn’t really talk much, it was all pointless pickup lines and jokes. I had no intention of getting to know him, I was here to dance anyway, I thought.
However, just when I was already drunk and in a trance, I saw a witch pick up a microphone and announce, “The orgy program has officially begun!” With that, she began to take off her full body clothing, leaving only her mask behind.
I was being surprised when I turned to ask the friend who brought me here he was actually disguised as a riddler.
Heh! Turns out I was kept in the dark the whole time! I realize nowadays that this was the hybridization party! This friend is premeditated.
I’ve never tried promiscuity, but I knew I wouldn’t be repulsed by it, but I was pissed off that he didn’t explain it to me beforehand. So I was a little confused when I undressed for the crowd, and when he tried to have sex with me first, I was determined to show him how it’s done.
Just as he wrapped his arms around me, I pushed myself free, and when I saw the Batman, I grabbed him and walked intimately with him to the room where we were going to have sex alone. I know my friend must have been very shocked, but I just wouldn’t let him. If I’m going to be fucked, it’s not going to be you!
I glanced back at him triumphantly, my eyes were filled with a man’s one naked rod and a woman’s ebony, blackened hole, and it was only then that I had a chance to look at this Batman’s lower body.
At this look, I was a little surprised that he hadn’t gotten hard yet, yet he already wouldn’t lose to the guys in the room.
It hung there tiredly, like a wooden stick, and gave me a somewhat familiar feeling, and I couldn’t help but stroke it as I walked.
He turned on his side and took me into his arms, then began to play with my breasts and tits and pussy and went down to kiss me.
Oh, my God! He’s such a flirt, just a short little walk and my whole body is paralyzed. You know what? We were literally body glued to body as we entered the room.
After entering the room, locking the door and isolating ourselves from the noise outside, we began to feel each other’s heavy breathing, we didn’t even need to say anything, we tacitly agreed to lie down in a 69 position, and his tongue began to lick and flick at my flesh, and I, too, for the first time, had oral sex with a man, lovingly playing with the prick that had gradually swelled up, opening my mouth to suck and gulp it down, stuffing my small mouth to the brim.
His tongue is like a flexible little snake, in my wonderful hole in and out of the drill swim, so that my whole body itchy and difficult to curb, the waist is twisting and twisting up, unconsciously let out the sound of eah’s enjoyment, the mouth since also intensified to contain that more than eight inches long, as thick as a cup of the big thing. I feel that my lower body has been a piece of wet, mouth and face is also a piece of sticky, is saliva, is also it that thing seeps out of the mucus.
Then he got up and straddled me, that prick pressed firmly against my hole and was leaping up and grinding.
I was already in a state of lustful excitement, my hands fiercely grasped his shoulders, my lower body pushed forward, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I assumed the posture of letting the king have his way, waiting for his thick prick to be mashed into my hungry pussy.
I felt a lingering numbness in the hole, as if the empty mind, long awaited, had been filled in an instant. It had come in, so bravely and fearlessly!
And then, and then, and then I was actually preparing for the most violent and exciting assault when I heard a familiar voice “Baby, how do you want me to hurt you?”
This voice, familiar as the family’s usual affectionate call, more than ten years, I am almost used to hearing, especially that “baby” two words, whenever I hear this word, I know very well, followed by this word, usually can make my heart satisfied! He whispered to me in my ear, gently, as if he were a father making a promise to a pampered daughter.
For a moment I wondered if my ears had misheard me, but when I heard, once again, three times, the baby, there was no longer any doubt. It was him, it was him, yes, it was him. Oh, yeah! It was true, he had satisfied me again, and my father, who had always loved me, was now “hurting” me with his thick and long rod!
Can you imagine this scenario? An unsuspecting father, on some fateful occasion, thrusting his virile, masculine weapon into his daughter’s pussy and “hurting” it like this.
She was so happy to be “hurt” by him that she wanted him to “hurt” her a few more times; what would be a normal and reasonable behavior for a daughter who knew what was going on?
Honestly, I do not know how to be right, from the lower body of the stimulation and excitement, in my heart cried out: “Fuck me! Daddy, fuck your daughter! Daughter really want to be fucked by you.” However, the sudden shock made it impossible for me to remain silent, and I naturally shouted out the delicate and slightly surprised word “Daddy”.
He first laughed, said: “do not have to call Dad, how can I have such a good life,” said, while still not forgetting to continue to thrust and pounding, almost so that I have no time to say anything else.
Yet, I still screamed again.
Only to see that he suddenly froze, his entire movement stood still for a split second. Then, in an unbelievable tone, he asked, “You, you, you are Xiao Mei?”
It’s funny to say that at this point in time, he was carrying my legs over his shoulders, with his huge meat stick still in my pussy.
I stifled a giggle and let out a soft ‘hmmm’.
This “hmm”, as low as a mosquito’s fly around, I originally may not hope that he will hear clearly.
However, as if he had been greatly shocked, he quickly lowered my legs, withdrew his unfulfilled prick, and reached down to uncover my face mask. Although the room was dark, but the eyes that had long been accustomed to the darkness, I thought that I could see very clearly. Yes, it was Mei, his own daughter!
He was alone, leaning quietly against the corner, while I remained flexing my tantalizing torso, lying horizontally on my side, and he sometimes looked up at the ceiling, and sometimes glanced at me.
I wondered what he was thinking, especially when he saw my daughter’s tantalizing body that he had just been raping and fucking with pleasure.
I noticed that his prick had never weakened, so I guess it was still unsatisfied! In the darkness, I could vaguely see that it was still glaring with its bald eyes, standing straight out, with a glistening light on the glans, intertwined with his mucus and the lewd water inside my pussy.
Does he still want to fuck me? “Come on! Daddy, my pussy is still itchy and needs your big cock to get through it so badly!” I was screaming wildly in my heart, but I didn’t dare to say it out loud, so I could only wriggle my body as a wordless temptation.
I know you’re thinking about it, you’ve been thinking about it for a long time, maybe when you’re fucking other women, what you’re thinking about in your heart and calling out of your mouth is my little Mei’s name!
He stared at my body once again, and a few leaps of joy went through me, and I couldn’t help but have my lower body slightly open and fluffed up.
He didn’t come over, but stood up and headed out of the room.
I was a little disappointed and froze in discouragement for a while. By the time I got up and went out as well, there was still a lot of noise outside, and a group of men and women spaced out in a circle were having promiscuous sex.
I had no desire to linger any longer, and Catwoman, cat-eyed and balking, could no longer find her Batman. I quickly dressed, left my friend, who was indulging in promiscuity, and stepped out of the lewd mansion.
The night wind was blowing, and I was suddenly a little cooler, and my heart was in a state of recklessness.
A black poncho sedan pulled up and stopped beside me. Turns out he was waiting for me. I got into the car and sat next to him. The car started and we didn’t say half a word the whole way.
(iv)
I’m sure you can imagine what it’s like to be back home. Many things are like this: the first barrier is the most difficult to break through, and once it is broken through, no matter under what circumstances, the second, third, and even countless times in the future, will naturally follow. The same is true in our case.
That night, when we got home, I went into my room first and he followed. We were still in our Batman and Catwoman costumes, except for the face masks.
We sat together on the edge of the bed, and he seemed to have words to say and movements to make, but remained hesitant for a moment.
I knew what my father meant, and I understood my own longing; in fact, we’d had an understanding for a long time, and it was just a matter of who would break the ice first.
Action was the most effective way to break the ice, and my unfulfilled lust in the slums had made it impossible for me to delay any longer, and besides, hadn’t I wanted to be raped by my father for a long time?
When I thought of this, I let out a cry, and my whole body fell into my father’s arms. My hot body wriggled against my father’s body as if I wanted to be inside him; my lips, fresh and moist, printed on his, and my tongue sought out the other; a pair of hands wandered around his lower body, soon pulling out the familiar thing that had been inside me at one point in my life.
My father greeted me, kissing me as passionately as a lover, and began to fumble to undo my catgirl outfit. We tangled with each other and soon reverted to what we had just seen in the darkened room, two white bodies tumbling onto the bed, seeking the fulfillment of each other’s desires under the cover of the light.
“Baby, how do you want Daddy to hurt you?” He said it again, whispering it in my ear.
But this time I wasn’t surprised, nor was I silent, instead I said in a flirtatious and slutty whine, “Hurt me, Daddy, hurt me like you just did!”
The word “just” narrows the gap between time and space, and brings us back to the passion in the slum, except that at that time, it was a father and daughter indulging in lust without knowing it, but at this time, it is a pair of fathers and daughters who desperately want to enjoy their lust, disregarding the guilt of incest, and reveling in this great excitement.
I saw my father smile ambiguously as his fingers slipped into the crack of my bent up leg, gently twisting and tweaking my pussy that was starting to get wet again.
He really was a master at playing with his pussy, and with just a few gentle strokes, my entire pussy was flooded with spring, and I couldn’t help but squirm and ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
At this time, he attached to my ear, said softly: “Xiao Mei, you are so prodigal, is not a long time ago want to give Daddy to fuck it?”
I heard that and blushed with shame, yes that’s right, I have long wanted my father’s big cock to fuck my slutty pussy in my heart, but that can’t be said out loud, can it?
Wordlessly, I looked at him and winked, reaching for his prick, which had swollen like a club hammer, and leaning toward my hole.
My meaning was clear, and he understood, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, as he had “just” done, and prepared for a violent attack.
But he didn’t, didn’t thrust his big cock in as instantly as I had expected. He was so eager that he just squinted at my pussy in the bright light of the lamp, even parting my pussy lips with his hand and pinching and stroking my nub.
I was embarrassed, and of course tickled, my pussy was already dripping wet, and I’d never had my pussy peeked at like that before, especially, since he was my father!
I couldn’t help but say, “Dad, don’t look! It’s so embarrassing!”
I knew, however, that my pussy must have opened wider because I just couldn’t keep from wiggling my hips and legs in anticipation of his entry. And, of course, he watched even more vigorously.
Later he told me that he had long wanted to have a good look at my slit, because the few times he had peeped at me in the shower or masturbated before, he had always been separated by a layer of distance, and so peeping at my pussy became as much of a dream come true for him as playing with my pussy.
I also let him watch me during the countless hours of sex that followed, which was visual rape, before he began to rape me as well. This also made me love the visual rape as much as the real rape and penetration.
I am not afraid to tell you that my father is really a good penetrator, and I have been fully enjoying the pleasure of being raped and penetrated by him for more than ten years. In the last few years, even though he has become a bit weak, he can still make me die of lust.
On the one hand, it’s because he utilizes some kind of stimulant to make up for his deficiency; on the other hand, he’s really a master in bed, and just verbal teasing is enough to make me so horny that I’m all wet. He likes to make me scream, and I like to express my lust through screaming. I like the way he teases me, and I’ve loved it since the first time.
I wondered why he hadn’t teased me that time in the whorehouse. I realized later that it was not the right time and he did not know that I was his daughter.
Perhaps you’re wondering how screaming has anything to do with my father-daughter status with him.
Turns out, he likes it when I call him, just Daddy during our sex. He seems to particularly enjoy the guilt of incest.
And I’m not going to lie to you guys, I actually get more pleasure when I call myself my daughter under my breath and call him Daddy instead.
Apparently, he was keen on raping and penetrating me his daughter, and I, too, reveled in the exhilaration of being raped by my own father.
That’s the one time he gave me a taste.