This is the first experience of my life.
I never dreamed that my ass hole would be licked with someone’s tongue.
That feeling was sweet to the point of being almost indecent.
Huang Rong had never imagined that when her rear entrance was invaded by a gentle yet aggressive tongue tip, her body would feel so comfortable that it trembled uncontrollably. It was as if a door she never knew existed had been opened in her womanly flesh. New waves of pleasure shot through her spine like electric currents, making her toes curl.
For her, all of this was completely unexpected.
Licking the asshole was not a pre-arranged act; it was just Huang Yaoshi's sudden whim. But unexpectedly, once it began, that kind of intensely abnormal stimulation almost blew both their minds and bodies apart.
The woman’s increasingly intense reactions instead further aroused Huang Yaoshi.
His tongue tip was no longer satisfied with the outer edge, but slowly probed into that tight little hole, intricately stirring and licking.
"Ah... like this... ah..."
Even her most private rear entrance was invaded by a tongue. Huang Rong felt entirely enveloped by an indescribable sense of lewdness. After the passionate kiss, her honey pot was already a muddy mess. Copious amounts of transparent honey juice flowed down the inside of her slender thighs, glistening lewdly under the moonlight.
Huang Yaoshi embraced her high, upturned buttocks from behind, forcefully pulling apart the deeply sunken flesh groove with both hands, aligning the glans with the moist entrance of her fleshy hole, slowly but firmly pushing in.
"Ah... no way..."
An incomparably lewd moan spilled from Huang Rong's mouth.
Father's penis squeezed into his daughter's lower body without reservation, and the soft mucous membrane inside immediately tightly wrapped around this uninvited intruder.
The intense sense of guilt of being penetrated by a man other than her husband—and her own biological father at that—made Huang Rong's body so sensitive it was nearly on the verge of collapse.
"Ah... Jing-gege... forgive me..."
The thick cock was completely buried from behind. Huang Rong could hardly breathe. It felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head. The intense sense of violation gave her the illusion that she was being raped by a strange man.
Huang Yaoshi began thrusting.
Each time he pulled out and entered again, the glans would scrape heavily over the most sensitive soft flesh.
"Oh..."
The daughter’s tight flesh hole was clamping down deathly hard on his cock, and that feeling moved Huang Yaoshi so much he almost let out a low growl.
“Ah... don’t move... don’t move...”
Her sensitive inner walls were repeatedly rubbed, and Huang Rong couldn't help but shake her head, her jet-black long hair scattering and flying wildly. She had never imagined that a penis from a man other than her husband could cause such overwhelming pleasure. Every time it thrust to the deepest point, her lower body gushed with scalding honey juice like a volcano erupting.
“Ah... don’t insert it... I’m about to go crazy...”
The sensation of the penis, hard and scorching hot, was simply too intense. The middle-aged man's abundant energy and fierce movements quickly left this beautiful young woman's body completely limp.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
The crisp sound of flesh fiercely colliding seemed especially lewd in the silent valley illuminated by moonlight.
"No... it's already no good... I'm about to faint..."
Huang Rong couldn't help but wiggle her buttocks, trying to escape the hard object that kept penetrating deeper, but this only intensified the stimulation. Sweat soon covered her entire body.
The dog's lying posture completely exposed her sexy body, emitting a sweet yet sour body scent. That scent was more bewitching than any spice in the world, directly钻进 (drilling into) Huang Yaoshi's鼻腔 (nasal cavity), making his胯下 (crotch) even harder and more painful.
"Ah... ah... I can't take it... ah... I'm almost there... what should I do... ah... I'm almost there..."
Huang Rong's voice was already intermittent, with tearful, wanton moans constantly escaping. Fine beads of sweat seeped from her snow-white back, sliding down with her writhing movements.
Her full breasts shook violently beneath her body. Huang Yaoshi reached out from behind and grabbed those two soft masses, kneading them hard, the spaces between his fingers full of delicate breast flesh.
In the reflection of the pool water, Huang Rong saw her face had completely changed—her pure, oval face was now written all over with lewdness. It was the truest side, suppressed deep within her body, forced to surface completely during the intense incestuous union with her father.
The immense pleasure from thrusting against her full buttocks made Huang Yaoshi unable to hold back any longer. He began to speed up his thrusts, each one deep and heavy, as if trying to bury himself completely inside his daughter's body.
The mature soft flesh inside her meat hole had already begun to spasm and contract, tightly gripping the ravaging penis as if impatiently trying to squeeze semen out of it.
"Oh... Ah Heng..."
Huang Yaoshi growled lowly, pulsating and releasing deep inside his daughter. Scalding, thick semen spurted into her womb in successive bursts.
“Ah... again...”
Huang Rong let out a cry that was almost a wail. Her buttocks trembled violently, and she completely collapsed onto the ground.
Huang Yaoshi slowly withdrew the dripping wet penis.
Her previously blocked labia slightly parted, and white淫液 mixed with semen slowly flowed out, trickling down the inner thighs and drawing lewd threads in the moonlight.
Only the heavy panting of the two remained in the valley.
The forbidden union temporarily drew to a close, yet it left indelible marks on the two bodies that had been tightly entwined.
The moonlight in the valley remained cold and clear, illuminating the two bodies that had just been fiercely entangled, making them appear snow-white.
When Huang Yaoshi's penis withdrew from Huang Rong's body, it brought out a large flow of turbid white fluid mixed with semen and honey-like juice, slowly trickling down her swollen labia, dripping onto the grass with a faint yet clear sound. Huang Rong remained in the doggy-style position, her legs weak, her buttocks high in the air, but she had completely lost all strength. Her shoulders heaved violently, her breathing was terribly erratic, and her black hair clung to her flushed cheeks and the back of her neck with sweat.
"Haah... haah..."
She buried her face in her own arms, emitting faint sobs. Inside her body, the feeling of being thoroughly penetrated by her father remained—a sense of fullness, her cervix faintly numb, as if still recalling those deep, heavy thrusts from moments ago.
Huang Yaoshi did not leave immediately.
He knelt behind her, both hands still holding the soft flesh at her waist, his thumbs slowly stroking the two shallow dimples at her lower back. His gaze fell on his daughter's private area after he had used it—her labia slightly flared outward, wet and open, with a trace of milky fluid still seeping out. This sight made the cock that had just ejaculated start to rise again.
"Rong'er..." his voice was hoarse. "Turn around."
Huang Rong's body trembled. She knew she should refuse, should immediately put on her clothes and flee, but her limbs felt so weak they didn't seem her own. After several seconds, she slowly, almost crawling, turned over and lay on her back on the grass.
The moonlight fell fully upon her.
Her full breasts were covered in fingerprints from the intense movements just now, and her nipples were still hard, swaying gently with her breathing. Her flat lower abdomen was covered in the sheen of sweat and bodily fluids, and her legs unconsciously parted slightly, fully exposing the place that had been ravaged to a complete mess before her father’s eyes.
Huang Yaoshi's breathing noticeably grew heavier.
He leaned down, first using his hand to brush aside the sweaty hair stuck to her forehead, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.
This kiss was no longer tentative like before, but direct, deep, and possessive. His tongue forcefully pushed into her mouth, entwining with hers and sucking. Huang Rong let out a faint nasal sound, her hands instinctively pushing against his chest, but she didn't truly exert force to push him away.
By the end of the kissing, her legs had already taken the initiative to wrap around his waist.
Huang Yaoshi's hand slid down her side, reaching that slippery area again. His fingers easily slipped into the still slightly parting flesh slit, stirring up sticky, wet sounds.
“Still so wet...” he chuckled softly, his voice carrying unmistakable excitement. “The thing Father just came inside still hasn’t fully leaked out.”
"D-don't say that..." Huang Rong, embarrassed, turned her face to the side, but her lower body obediently tightened, biting that finger even more firmly.
Huang Yaoshi added another finger.
Two fingers slowly thrust and pressed inside her, specifically searching for the most sensitive soft flesh. Huang Rong's waist immediately arched up, her toes curling tightly, and an uncontrollable moan spilled from her throat.
"Ah... there... don't keep pressing..."
“Here?” He deliberately increased the force, his fingertip scraping back and forth.
Huang Rong's response turned into a series of fragmented, wanton cries. Her hands grabbed the grass beneath her, pulling out several blades. Her honey juices gushed out once more in large amounts, flowing down Huang Yaoshi's fingers, making his entire hand wet and sticky.
Just as she was about to be brought to climax by his fingers, Huang Yaoshi suddenly pulled them out.
Huang Rong opened her eyes blankly. Before she could speak, she felt something hotter and harder pressing against her entrance again.
“This time… from the front.” Huang Yaoshi’s voice was extremely hoarse.
He gripped his cock, fully hard again, the head sliding up and down over that muddy slit of flesh, smearing the remaining semen and honeyed juices even wider, then his waist sank—
"Ahhh——!"
Fully inserted.
From this angle, it went in extremely deep, the glans directly hitting the cervix. Huang Rong's eyes instantly widened, her lips parted but unable to make a complete sound, only gasping futilely. She could clearly feel her father's shape, heat, and the sensation of her own bodily fluids still lingering on it.
Huang Yaoshi did not give her time to adjust.
He grabbed the bend of her leg and pressed her long legs up to her chest, exposing the point where they joined completely, then began thrusting in and out in wide, forceful motions.
"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"
The sound of flesh colliding echoed through the quiet valley, clearer and more lascivious than before. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the scrotum slapping against her buttocks with a crisp sound. Huang Rong's breasts swayed violently with the motion, her nipples tracing small arcs in the air.
"So deep... too deep... Father... ah..."
“Say my name.” Huang Yaoshi lowered his head and bit her earlobe, yet his movements did not slow at all. “Like just now.”
“Huang... Master Huangyao... ah! N-no, don’t...”
“Wrong.” He suddenly thrust all the way in and stopped, grinding with the glans against that spot, “Call me father.”
Huang Rong's tears were forced out. She shook her head, her long hair scattered messily on the grass, but her body was terrifyingly honest—her pussy tightly clenched, spasming with each grinding motion, more wet sounds squeezed out from where they joined.
"Fa... father..." she finally cried out with a sob, "Slower... I can’t take it anymore..."
Only after Huang Yaoshi was satisfied did he resume movement. This time, he was not merely thrusting simply; instead, he changed angles, deliberately rubbing different spots inside her. Sometimes withdrawing completely until only the glans remained, then plunging back in fully; sometimes shallowly prodding at the entrance, also attending to the clitoris; other times burying deeply and grinding, forcing Huang Rong to plead incessantly.
"It’s going in... going in again..."
Huang Rong's voice was completely hoarse. Her hands clutched randomly at Huang Yaoshi's arms and back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. Her lower abdomen heaved violently, and the roots of her legs trembled, as she was clearly about to reach the peak again.
At that moment, Huang Yaoshi suddenly flipped her whole body over, returning to the doggy style position.
"You look prettier from behind." He said breathlessly, his hands gripping her waist as he thrust all the way in again.
This position goes in deeper than before. Huang Rong's supporting arms instantly went weak, her upper body collapsing onto the floor, only her buttocks forced high up in the air, enduring increasingly fierce thrusts.
"Ahhhhhh——! It's too deep……really too deep……it's going to break……"
“It won’t break.” Huang Yaoshi’s voice carried indulgence, and also cruelty. “This place was born to be used like this.”
As he spoke, he reached around to the front, found that already swollen little nub, and started rubbing it hard. The stimulation from both front and back made Huang Rong completely collapse. Her cries turned into continuous sobbing breaths, her body convulsing violently, and a gush of warm liquid sprayed out, splashing over Huang Yaoshi's cock and lower abdomen.
She squirted.
Huang Yaoshi was stimulated by the sudden tight squeeze and let out a low roar, accelerating his thrusts for dozens of strokes before burying himself deep inside once more, releasing the second wave of thick semen entirely into his daughter's womb.
This time, the amount was still astonishing.
Huang Rong could clearly feel streams of hot fluid impacting her inner walls, sending her body, which had just climaxed, into an even more prolonged afterglow. She completely lost strength, collapsing weakly, her face against the grass, only her instinctive light tremors remaining.
Huang Yaoshi lay on her back, their sweat mingling together, their breathing utterly chaotic.
After a long time, he slowly withdrew.
This time, more fluid flowed out; the milky semen mixed with clear arousal fluid, making Huang Rong's inner thighs a complete mess. Looking at that scene, his eyes darkened frighteningly; he reached out with his fingers and pushed some of the spilled fluid back inside, as if performing some kind of ritual.
"Rong'er..." he lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck, "The night is still long."
Huang Rong closed her eyes, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
“...Father, enough... really enough...”
“Not enough.” Huang Yaoshi lifted her entire body up and set her on his lap, facing him as he realigned himself, “I’ve waited for this day for too long.”
He supported her waist and let her sit down little by little.
Gravity made that re-hardened cock go even deeper. Huang Rong threw her head back, letting out a long moan that was almost desperate. Her hands rested on her father's shoulders, her nails digging in deeply, but she no longer said 'don't'.
Under the moonlight, the valley of Peach Blossom Island once again echoed with the sticky, wet sounds of bodies coupling and suppressed moans.
The curtain of taboo not only did not fall, but was instead completely drawn open.
The two bodies intertwined tightly again and again, and sweat, semen, and love juices turned the grass beneath them into a mess. Huang Rong’s consciousness gradually blurred amid the successive climaxes, leaving only her body’s most instinctive reactions—responding, contracting, trembling, and responding again.
And Huang Yaoshi, watching his daughter completely succumb beneath him, had a look in his eyes where conquest and pity intertwined, yet his movements never ceased.
Until the eastern sky began to lighten, this long, immoral sexual encounter temporarily came to an end.
Huang Rong couldn't even move a finger anymore. She could only let her father clean her up and then wrap her in an outer garment. The inner sides of her thighs were covered with blue-purple finger marks and dried, white, turbid traces. Her private parts were even more swollen and red, sending sharp pain and a lingering sense of fullness with the slightest closing.
Huang Yaoshi held her, sitting by the poolside, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"Sleep." He said softly, his fingers gently combing through her sweat-damp hair. "Father is here."
Huang Rong's tears silently fell.
She didn't answer, just buried her face even deeper.
The morning breeze swept through the valley, gradually dispersing the lingering scent of a night of debauchery.
But the marks left on those two bodies—whether on the skin or deeper inside—had already been left forever.
The morning light finally pierced through the valley's thin mist, making the grass soaked with last night's desire appear somewhat glaring.
Huang Rong was awakened by a sore, swollen feeling deep within her body.
She moved, and immediately drew a sharp breath in pain. Between her legs came a distinct aftermath of swelling and tearing; the insides of her thighs were even covered with bluish-purple fingerprints. With the slightest clench, she could feel something warm slowly seeping out from her body.
It's father's semen.
This realization made her entire face instantly burn up. She instinctively wanted to close her legs, but that stirred a deeper soreness and numbness, so she had to stiffly maintain her original position.
Huang Yaoshi sat right beside her.
He had already put on his outer clothes, his expression calm as if the madness from last night that had almost swallowed someone whole had never happened. But when he turned to look at Huang Rong, his gaze still darkened for a moment. He reached out and gently wiped the mess between her legs with a clean cloth, his movements careful yet impossible to refuse.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
Huang Rong buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled: '...It hurts.'
“Then just lie still.” Huang Yaoshi’s voice revealed no emotion. “Last night I went too far.”
Even so, his wiping motion did not stop. The cloth was dipped into those mixed fluids again and again, then folded by him to continue cleaning. Every touch made Huang Rong's body tremble slightly. She could feel her father's knuckles occasionally brushing lightly against that swollen entrance, bringing subtle yet clear stimulation.
"Don't... touch me anymore..." Her voice was choked with sobs.
Huang Yaoshi stopped, glancing down at her.
In the morning light, his daughter's eyes were red and moist, her lips slightly bitten and chapped, with remnants of last night's kiss marks on her collarbone and chest. This sight disrupted his recently calmed breath once more.
In the end, he still withdrew his hand.
“Get up. We can’t stay here any longer.”
Huang Rong struggled to sit up. As her outer garment slipped, the view of her chest was completely exposed to the air. She hurriedly grabbed her collar to cover herself, but Huang Yaoshi pressed down on her wrist.
“Don’t cover it.” His voice was very low. “Let me look once more.”
Huang Rong's tears fell.
She didn't resist anymore, just closed her eyes, letting her father fully open her lapels. The morning breeze blew over her exposed skin, her nipples soon standing erect. Huang Yaoshi's palm covered them, kneading with moderate pressure, as if confirming something.
“Last night it shook quite a lot here.” He suddenly spoke, with a trace of reminiscence in his tone. “Every time I thrust in, it would shake along with it.”
"Don't say it anymore..." Huang Rong was so ashamed her whole body was burning hot.
Huang Yaoshi, however, did not let her go.
His hand moved down along her waistline and again reached that place that had just been cleaned. This time there was no cloth, just his fingers directly. His finger pads pressed against the swollen, tender flesh, slowly rubbing back and forth.
“Still leaking,” he said in a low voice. “Is it mine, or yours?”
Huang Rong was completely speechless.
She could only bite down hard on her lower lip and endure her father's almost cruel examination. Yet under this humiliating touch, her body responded again—a surge of warm moisture uncontrollably welled up, soaking the finger that was wreaking havoc.
Huang Yaoshi's breathing noticeably grew heavier.
He suddenly picked Huang Rong up and let her straddle his legs. This position opened her completely, her private part directly facing the place where his already hardening member had reawakened. Through the fabric, that scorching hardness pressed clearly against her.
"Rong'er." He held her by the lower back, forcing her to sit down a little. "Put it in yourself."
Huang Rong's eyes opened wide.
"D-don't... it already hurts so much..."
“Then take it slow.” Huang Yaoshi’s voice was hoarse, but carried unmistakable determination. “Father will help you.”
He untied his own sash, releasing that flesh rod that had already plowed through her body twice last night. Under the morning light, it still looked thick and long, blue veins coiling around it, with a trace of moisture still at the tip. Huang Rong looked at it, and the base of her thighs began to tremble involuntarily.
Huang Yaoshi grasped her waist, guiding her to slowly lower herself down.
As the glans parted the swollen entrance, both of them let out a suppressed gasp. It was too tight, and too sensitive. Just inserting the head alone made Huang Rong feel as if she were being torn apart. Her fingers gripped her father's shoulders tightly, tears continuously falling.
“Slower… really, slower…”
"Mm." Huang Yaoshi kissed away her tears, but his movements never truly stopped. With one hand supporting her hips and the other pressing on her lower back, he let her, under the pull of gravity and his own control, swallow the whole thing bit by bit.
By the time she was fully seated, Huang Rong couldn't even make a sound anymore.
She tilted her head back, lips trembling, her body filled to the brim, and with every breath she could feel that thing pulsing inside her.
Huang Yaoshi was also holding back.
Because of the swelling, his daughter’s body was even tighter than last night, squeezing him in an almost painful way. That feeling made his scalp tingle.
"Move a little." he said in a hoarse voice.
Huang Rong shook her head.
"Move." He patted the side of her butt. The force wasn't heavy, but the command in his tone was obvious.
Huang Rong finally began to slowly move up and down.
Each time she sat down, that thing would thrust heavily to the deepest point; each time she lifted up, it would bring out a string of sticky, wet sounds. Pain and pleasure intertwined, making her expression both pained and alluring.
Huang Yaoshi watched her rising and falling on him, his gaze growing increasingly dark.
He started coordinating with her by pushing upward, the speed gradually increasing. The sound of the bag slapping against the flesh of her butt rang out again, especially clear in the valley at dawn.
"Ah... ah... Father... too deep..."
"Didn't you already get used to it last night?" Huang Yaoshi bit her earlobe, but his movements became even more ferocious. "Or is it that you're more sensitive in the morning?"
Huang Rong couldn't answer.
She could only passively endure it, her breasts swaying in front of her, her nipples brushing against her father's chest again and again. The soft flesh inside had already been completely opened up, beginning to spasm and suck uncontrollably, as if actively begging for more.
The climax came faster than last night.
Huang Rong suddenly tensed up, her cries sharply rising, a stream of hot fluid splashing out, drenching where they were tightly joined. Her inner walls contracted wildly, pushing Huang Yaoshi to his limit as well. He growled low, gripping her waist and pressing down hard, once again releasing all his semen deep inside.
This time the ejaculation was deep and thick.
Huang Rong could feel streams of hot fluid directly impacting her cervix, sending her body, which had just climaxed, into another prolonged afterglow. She collapsed weakly into her father's arms, even her fingers trembling.
Huang Yaoshi did not withdraw immediately.
Holding her in that position, he slowly stroked her sweat-damp back with his palm, as if soothing her, and as if confirming possession.
“From now on...” he suddenly spoke, his voice so low it was almost inaudible. “You are not allowed to let Guo Jing touch you again.”
Huang Rong's body stiffened.
“You’re mine.” Huang Yaoshi’s fingers slid down her spine, finally stopping at the place where the two were still joined, and he gently pressed it, “Here, too.”
Huang Rong buried her face in his shoulder, tears silently falling.
She neither nodded nor shook her head.
The sun had fully risen.
All traces in the valley—the bodily fluids on the grass blades, the lingering sweet and fishy scent in the air, and the bruises and redness on the two bodies—were laid bare in the morning light.
But what truly cannot be erased is the fact that it already happened.
Huang Yaoshi ultimately withdrew.
A large amount of white turbid fluid gushed out afterward, making Huang Rong's inner thighs a complete mess. Looking at that scene, his expression was complicated, but he still wrapped her up again and held her in his arms.
“Go back to the island,” he said. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere else today.”
Huang Rong closed her eyes, leaning against his chest, her voice as faint as a sigh:
“...Yes, father.”
The two figures gradually disappeared into the morning mist of the valley.
And those traces left behind, whether on the skin or deeper within, had already become imprints that could never be washed away by time.
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