This is the first experience of my life.
Never dreamed that one's ass hole would be licked and toyed with by someone else's tongue.
That feeling was sweet to the point of being indecent.
Huang Rong had never imagined that having her backdoor invaded by a gentle yet aggressive tongue could make her body tremble uncontrollably with pleasure. It was as if a door she never knew existed had been opened in her womanly flesh. New waves of ecstasy shot through her spine like electric currents, making her toes curl.
For her, all of this was completely unexpected.
Licking the asshole wasn't a pre-arranged act; it was just Huang Yaoshi's sudden whim. But unexpectedly, once started, that kind of intensely abnormal stimulation almost blew both their minds and bodies apart.
The woman's increasingly intense reactions, in turn, further stirred Huang Yaoshi.
His tongue no longer content with the outer edge slowly probed into that tight little hole, carefully 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 kissing, her honey pot was already a muddy mess. Copious amounts of clear nectar flowed down the inside of her slender thighs, gleaming lewdly under the moonlight.
Huang Yaoshi embraced her high, upturned buttocks from behind, using both hands to forcefully part the deep crevice. The glans aimed at the moist entrance of her fleshy hole and slowly but firmly pushed inside.
"Ah... no..."
An incomparably lustful moan escaped from Huang Rong's mouth.
Father's penis pushed unreservedly into his daughter's lower body, the soft mucous membrane inside immediately wrapping tightly around this uninvited intruder.
The intense sense of guilt from 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 meat rod completely entered from behind, Huang Rong could hardly breathe. It felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head. The intense feeling 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 against the most sensitive soft flesh.
"Oh..."
The daughter's tight flesh hole tightly gripped his own flesh rod, a feeling that moved Huang Yaoshi almost to the point of emitting a low roar.
"Ah... don't move... don't move..."
The 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 out scalding honey juice like a volcano erupting.
"Ah... don't put it in... I'm about to go crazy..."
The sensation of the penis, hard and scalding 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.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The crisp sound of flesh fiercely colliding seemed especially lewd in the silent valley illuminated by moonlight.
"No way... it’s already not working... I’m about to faint..."
Huang Rong couldn't help but twist her buttocks, trying to escape the hard object that kept pushing deeper, but this only intensified the stimulation. Sweat soon covered her entire body.
The doggy-style position fully exposed her incredibly sexy body, emitting a sweet yet slightly sour body scent. That scent, more magical than any spice in the world, drilled straight into Huang Yaoshi's nostrils, making his crotch ache even harder.
“Ah... ah... I can’t take it... ah... I’m about to cum... what should I do... ah... I’m about to cum...”
Huang Rong's voice was already intermittent, with tearful, wanton moans constantly spilling out. Fine beads of sweat seeped from her snow-white back, sliding down with her writhing movements.
The plump breasts shook violently beneath her body. Huang Yaoshi reached from behind and grabbed those two soft masses, kneading them hard, his fingers full of delicate breast flesh.
In the reflection of the pool water, Huang Rong saw that her face had completely changed—her pure oval face now filled with lust, the true side suppressed deep within her body forced to fully emerge during the intense incestuous intercourse with her father.
The immense pleasure from thrusting against her plump 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 the meat cave had already begun to spasm and contract, tightly gripping the ravaging penis, as if impatiently trying to squeeze out semen.
"Oh... Ah Heng..."
Huang Yaoshi growled low, pulsing and releasing deep inside his daughter. Scalding, thick semen spurted wave after wave into her womb.
“Ah... again...”
Huang Rong let out a cry akin to a wail. Her buttocks trembled violently as she completely collapsed onto the floor.
Huang Yaoshi slowly withdrew his dripping wet meat rod.
The unblocked labia parted slightly, white lewd fluid mixed with semen slowly flowed out, trickling down the root of the thigh, stretching out lascivious threads under the moonlight.
Only the heavy panting of two people remained in the valley.
The forbidden union temporarily came to an end, yet it left indelible marks on the two bodies that had been tightly entwined.
The moonlight in the valley remained cold and clear, casting a snowy white glow on the two bodies that had just been fiercely entwined.
When Huang Yaoshi's meat rod pulled out of Huang Rong, it brought with it a large gush of turbid white fluid, a mix of semen and honeyed juices. It slowly trickled down her swollen, reddened labia, dripping onto the grass with a faint yet distinct sound. Huang Rong remained in the doggy-style position, her legs weak, her buttocks still high in the air, but completely devoid of strength. Her shoulders heaved violently, her breathing was terribly ragged, and her black hair clung to her flushed cheeks and the nape of her neck with sweat.
"Haah... haah..."
She buried her face in her arms, letting out faint sobs. Inside her body, the sensation of being thoroughly penetrated by her father still lingered—a feeling of fullness, her cervix tingling faintly, as if still recalling those deep, heavy thrusts from moments ago.
Huang Yaoshi did not leave immediately.
He knelt behind her, both hands still gripping the soft flesh at her waist, his thumbs slowly stroking the two shallow dimples at her lower back. His gaze fell on the private part his daughter had been used by—her labia slightly turned outward, wet and open, with a bit of whitish fluid still seeping out. This sight made his cock, which had just ejaculated, show signs of rising 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 weak and not her own. After several seconds, she slowly, almost crawling, turned over and lay on her back on the grass.
Moonlight fell fully upon her.
Her plump breasts were covered in finger marks from the intense movements just now, and her nipples were still hard, swaying gently with her breathing. Her flat lower abdomen was slick with a sheen mixed from sweat and bodily fluids, and her legs were unconsciously slightly apart, fully exposing the place that had been ravaged into a complete mess before her father's eyes.
Huang Yaoshi's breathing noticeably grew heavier.
He bent down, first using his hand to brush aside the sweat-damp hair on her forehead, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.
This kiss was no longer tentative like before; it was direct, deep, and possessive. His tongue forcefully pushed into her mouth, entwining with and sucking on her tongue tip. Huang Rong let out a faint nasal sound, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest, but she didn't truly push him away.
As the kissing continued, her legs had already actively wrapped around his waist.
Huang Yaoshi's hand slid down her side, reaching that slick area again. His fingers easily slipped into the still slightly parted fleshy slit, stirring up sticky, wet sounds.
“Still so wet...” he chuckled softly, his voice carrying unmistakable excitement, “The thing Father just ejaculated inside is still not all flowed out yet.”
“D-don’t say...” Huang Rong shyly turned her face away, but below her body obediently tightened, biting that finger even more tightly.
Huang Yaoshi added another finger.
Two fingers slowly thrust and pressed inside her body, deliberately searching for that most sensitive soft flesh. Huang Rong’s waist immediately arched up, her toes curled tightly, and an uncontrollable moan escaped her throat.
"Ah... there... don't keep pressing..."
"Here?" He deliberately increased the force, the pad of his finger scraping back and forth.
Huang Rong's response turned into a series of broken, wanton cries. Her hands grabbed the grass beneath her, pulling out several blades. Honey juice gushed out once again in large amounts, flowing down Huang Yaoshi's fingers, making his entire hand wet and dripping.
Just as she was about to be brought to climax by the fingers, Huang Yaoshi suddenly pulled them out.
Huang Rong opened her eyes blankly. Before she could even speak, she felt something even hotter and harder pressing against her entrance once more.
"This time... from the front." Huang Yaoshi's voice was extremely hoarse.
He grasped his shaft, fully hard again, and the glans slid up and down over that muddy slit of flesh, smearing the remaining semen and honeyed juices even wider, then his waist sank——
"Ah ah——!"
Fully inserted.
This angle penetrated extremely deep, the glans directly hitting the cervix. Huang Rong's eyes instantly widened, her lips parted but unable to form complete sounds, only gasping futilely. She could clearly feel her father's shape, heat, and the sensation of her own bodily fluids still lingering on him.
Huang Yaoshi gave her no time to adjust.
He grabbed the bend of her leg and pressed both long legs toward her chest, fully exposing the joining place, then began thrusting in and out with big motions.
"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The sound of flesh colliding echoed through the quiet valley, clearer and more lewd 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, but his movements didn’t slow at all. “Like just now.”
"Huang... Huang Yaoshi... ah! D-don’t..."
"No." He suddenly pushed all the way in and stopped, grinding his glans against that spot. "Call me father."
Huang Rong's tears were forced out. She shook her head, her long hair spreading messily on the grass, but her body was terrifyingly honest—her meat cave tightly clenched, spasming with each grind, squeezing out more wet sounds from their union.
“Fa… father……” she finally cried out with a sob in her voice, “slower…… I can’t take it anymore……”
Only after Huang Yaoshi was satisfied did he resume movement. This time, he wasn't just thrusting mindlessly; he changed angles, deliberately rubbing different spots inside her. Sometimes he withdrew completely until only the glans remained, then plunged back in fully; sometimes he made shallow thrusts near the entrance, also stimulating her clitoris; other times he buried himself deep and ground, forcing Huang Rong to plead incessantly.
“It’s going to come… it’s going again…”
Huang Rong's voice was completely hoarse. Her hands grabbed randomly at Huang Yaoshi's arms and back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. Her lower abdomen heaved violently, the roots of her legs trembling, 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, grabbing her waist with both hands and thrusting all the way in again.
This position went in even deeper than before. Huang Rong's arms, which were supporting her body, instantly went weak; her upper body slumped to the floor, only her buttocks forced high up in the air, enduring increasingly fierce thrusts.
"Ah ah ah——! Too deep…… really too deep…… it's going to break……"
“It can’t be broken.” Huang Yaoshi’s voice carried doting affection, and also cruelty. “This place was born to be used like this.”
As he spoke, he reached around to the front, found the already swollen little nub, and rubbed and pressed it hard. The stimulation from front and back made Huang Rong completely collapse. Her cries turned into continuous sobbing gasps, her body convulsing violently, and a gush of warm liquid sprayed out, splashing over Huang Yaoshi’s cock and lower abdomen.
She squirted.
Stimulated by this sudden, tight constriction, Huang Yaoshi let out a low roar. He accelerated his thrusts for several dozen strokes before burying himself deep inside once more, releasing a 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. Completely drained of strength, she collapsed limply, her face pressed against the grass, left with only instinctive, light tremors.
Huang Yaoshi lay on her back, their sweat mingling, their breathing utterly ragged.
After a long time, he slowly withdrew.
This time more fluid flowed out. The milky white semen mixed with clear arousal, making a mess of Huang Rong's inner thighs. Looking at that sight, his eyes darkened frighteningly. He reached out with his fingers, pushing 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, letting her sit on his lap, facing him as he realigned them again. “I’ve waited for this day for too long.”
He held her waist and let her sit down little by little.
Gravity made that re-hardened cock penetrate deeper. Huang Rong threw her head back, letting out a long moan that bordered on despair. 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 completely pulled open.
The two bodies intertwined tightly again and again, and sweat, semen, and love juice turned the grass beneath them into a mess. Huang Rong’s consciousness gradually blurred amid successive climaxes, leaving only the body’s most instinctive reactions—to comply, to contract, to shudder, and then to comply again.
And Huang Yaoshi, watching his daughter completely succumb beneath him, saw conquest and pity intertwine in his eyes, 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 and could only let her father clean her up and 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 in a low voice, his fingers gently combing through her sweat-damp hair. "Father is here."
Huang Rong's tears silently slid down.
She did not answer, just buried her face even deeper.
The morning breeze swept through the valley, gradually dispersing the night's lingering scent of debauchery.
But the marks on both bodies that could not be erased—whether on the skin or deeper within—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 inside her body.
She moved slightly and immediately gasped in pain from the sharp ache. Between her legs, there was a distinct redness and a lingering sensation akin to tearing; the inner thighs were covered with bruises from fingers. Slightly clenching, she could feel something warm slowly seeping out from inside her body.
It was Father's semen.
This realization made her entire face instantly burn. She instinctively wanted to close her legs, but that stirred a deeper soreness and numbness, forcing her to stiffly maintain her original position.
Huang Yaoshi was sitting right beside her.
He had already put on his outer clothes, his expression so calm it was as if the madness from last night, which had nearly 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.
“Hurt?” he asked.
Huang Rong buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled: '...It hurts.'
"Then just lie still." Huang Yaoshi’s voice gave nothing away. "I went too far last night."
Even so, his wiping motion did not stop. The cloth was repeatedly dipped into those mixed fluids, 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, as if by accident, against that swollen, red entrance, bringing subtle yet distinct stimulation.
“Don’t... touch me anymore...” Her voice carried a sob.
Huang Yaoshi paused, 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 still visible on her collarbone and chest. This sight once again disrupted his recently calmed breathing.
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 was stopped by Huang Yaoshi who held her wrist.
"Don't cover it." His voice was very low. "Let me look at it again."
Huang Rong's tears fell.
She didn't resist anymore, just closed her eyes, letting her father fully open her clothes. The morning breeze brushed her exposed skin, her nipples soon standing erect. Huang Yaoshi's palm covered them, kneading gently but firmly, as if confirming something.
"It was shaking very badly here last night." He suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of recollection. "Every time I thrust in, it would tremble along with it."
“Don’t say it anymore...” Huang Rong was so embarrassed her whole body was burning hot.
Huang Yaoshi, however, did not let her go.
His hand followed the line of her waist downward and again reached that place just cleaned up moments ago. This time there was no cloth, only his fingers. His fingertip pressed against the swollen, tender flesh and slowly rubbed back and forth.
“Still leaking,” he said in a low voice, “Is it mine, or is it yours?”
Huang Rong was completely speechless.
She could only bite down hard on her lower lip, enduring her father's nearly cruel inspection. Yet her body reacted again under this shameful touch—a warm wetness uncontrollably gushed out, dampening the finger that was causing trouble.
Huang Yaoshi's breathing noticeably grew heavier.
He suddenly picked up Huang Rong and let her straddle his lap. This position made her completely open, with her private part facing the place where he had already hardened again. Through the fabric, that scorching hardness pressed clearly against her.
"Rong'er." He held her lower back, forcing her to sit down a little, "Put it in yourself."
Huang Rong's eyes were wide open.
“No, don’t... it already hurts so much...”
"Then take it slow." Huang Yaoshi’s voice was hoarse, but carried an unquestionable firmness. "Father will help you."
He untied his own sash, releasing the flesh rod that had already traveled through her body twice last night. In the morning light, it still looked thick and long, wrapped with blue veins, the tip still carrying a bit of wetness. Huang Rong looked at it, and the roots of her thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Huang Yaoshi gripped 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 taking in 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.
"Slow... really have to be slow..."
"Mm." Huang Yaoshi kissed away her tears, yet his movements never truly stopped. One hand supported her butt, the other pressed her lower back, making her, under gravity and his own control, swallow the whole thing bit by bit.
By the time she was fully seated to the bottom, Huang Rong couldn't even make a crying sound anymore.
She tilted her head back, lips trembling, feeling completely filled inside, every breath allowing her to sense that thing pulsing within.
Huang Yaoshi was also holding back.
The daughter's body, due to swelling, was even tighter than the previous night, almost gripping him in a near-painful manner. This sensation made his scalp tingle.
"Move a little." he said hoarsely.
Huang Rong shook her head.
"Move." He patted the side of her buttocks. The force wasn't heavy, but it carried an obvious commanding tone.
Huang Rong finally began to move up and down slowly.
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 seductive.
Huang Yaoshi watched her rise and fall on him, his gaze growing increasingly dark.
He began to cooperate by thrusting upward, the speed gradually increasing. The sound of the pouch slapping against the flesh of her butt rang out again, especially clear in the morning valley.
“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 fiercer, "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 constantly before her eyes, her nipples brushing against her father's chest again and again. The soft flesh inside her had been completely opened up and began to spasm and suck uncontrollably, as if actively begging for more.
The climax came faster than last night.
Huang Rong suddenly tensed up completely, her cries sharply rising. A gush of hot fluid sprayed out, drenching the place where their bodies were tightly joined. Her inner walls contracted wildly, pushing Huang Yaoshi to his limit as well. With a low roar, he gripped her waist and pressed down hard, once again releasing all his semen deep inside her.
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.
He held her in that position, his palm slowly stroking her sweat-dampened back, as if comforting her, yet also as if confirming possession.
"From now on..." he suddenly said, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "don’t let Guo Jing touch you again."
Huang Rong's body stiffened.
"You are mine." Huang Yaoshi's fingers moved down along her spine, finally stopping at the place where the two of them were still connected. He gently pressed it, "This here, too."
Huang Rong buried her face in his shoulder, tears silently sliding down.
She neither nodded nor shook her head.
The sun had fully risen.
Every trace in the valley—the bodily fluids on the grass blades, the lingering sweetly pungent scent in the air, and the bruises and swellings on the two bodies—were all laid bare in the morning light.
But what truly cannot be erased is the fact that it has already happened.
Huang Yaoshi ultimately withdrew.
A large amount of thick, white fluid gushed out, making a mess between Huang Rong's legs. He looked at that scene with complex emotions but still wrapped her up again and held her in his arms.
"Return to the island," he said. "You are not allowed to go anywhere today."
Huang Rong closed her eyes, leaned against his chest, her voice as thin as a sigh:
"...Yes, Father."
Their figures gradually disappeared into the mountain valley’s morning mist.
And those traces left behind, whether on the skin or deeper, had already become imprints that could never be washed away by time.
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