Tonight the college girls' dormitory turned off the lights very early. No one spoke anymore, each lying on their own bed. Because tonight there was one special guest in the dormitory—Wang Xiaolian's father.
Ever since that candid game last time, the girls in the dormitory all knew that Xiao Lian's father, every time he came to visit his daughter, would have relations with his now adult daughter. Once, He Jing even received him in Xiao Lian's place, and afterward brought back a jar of fragrant cured meat. Since then, everyone has held a subtle curiosity and fondness for this father.
Someone suggested, 'In the future, when Xiao Lian's dad comes, just come directly to the dormitory, no need to get a room outside.' Who knew that this time it suddenly started pouring rain outside, and the father couldn't go back. With no one speaking up to see him out, he stayed overnight in this dormitory full of adult female college students.
Around midnight, lying beside his daughter, he had been hard for a long time. Listening and hearing no movement around, he softly called in his daughter's ear: 'Xiao Lian.'
Wang Xiaolian responded groggily: "Dad..."
He gently and quietly took off his daughter's underwear and climbed onto her body. The hard sex organ pressed against his daughter's already wet entrance, and with a slight sink of his waist, it slid in smoothly.
“Mm…” His daughter responded. She wrapped her arms around her father’s back, her legs naturally hooking around his waist, her slim waist gently twisting in response to his rhythm.
Moonlight leaked through the gap in the curtains. In this university girls' dormitory, a middle-aged father pressed down on his adult daughter, moving in and out slowly and powerfully.
He lowered his head and took one side of his daughter's breast into his mouth, lightly sucking and nibbling, his lower body rising and falling rhythmically. His sex moved in and out of his daughter's tight, wet inner flesh, drawing out sticky sounds of fluids.
Unknowingly, he increased the force. The wooden bed frame made a faint creaking sound. Pleasure rapidly built between the two of them.
The daughter's breathing beneath him grew increasingly rapid, her rounded buttocks thrusting in response. She was already completely immersed in the sensations brought by her father.
After more than a hundred thrusts, Xiao Lian came first. Warm liquid overflowed from the point of union, dripping onto the bedsheet and spreading into a damp stain.
Father knew his daughter had already climaxed, but he was still hard. Seeing his daughter's exhausted look, he gently withdrew, not pushing her further.
Suddenly, a drop of something cool fell on his back. He reached out to touch it; it was sticky with a faint fishy smell, very similar to his daughter's fluids.
He quietly got out of bed and peeked up at the bunk above.
Sleeping on the bunk above Xiao Lian was Qian Lan. At this moment, she was using her own hand to move between her legs. The commotion from the lower bunk made it impossible for her to sleep, so she could only relieve herself.
She could be seen rubbing one of her breasts with one hand and reaching into her panties to fiddle with herself with the other, an intoxicated expression on her face. Suddenly she felt someone watching, opened her eyes, and just happened to meet his gaze.
In an instant she was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do, her hand stuck inside her panties in an awkward stalemate, and she could only squeeze her eyes shut and pretend she had seen nothing.
He climbed onto the upper bunk and gently pulled down Qian Lan’s underwear. Her hand was still unconsciously covering herself, fingertips covered with glistening wetness. He moved her hand away and saw the jet-black hair soaked glossy, stuck to the slightly parted slit.
He did not do much foreplay, directly parting her legs, pressing the already hard again sex organ against her, and sliding in all at once along the wet slick fluid.
“Mmm...” Qian Lan let out a suppressed moan. Showing such a look in front of a classmate’s father made her both shy and excited. She grabbed the blanket to cover her face.
Her body, however, was honest. Her warm, wet inner walls tightly wrapped around him, and her hips began to sway gently.
He knelt between her legs, both hands kneading breasts slightly fuller than his daughter's, while his lower body thrust back and forth in a wide motion. Each time, he tried his best to push as deep as possible.
Qian Lan twisted her waist, her legs weakly parted on either side, her snow-white buttocks meeting his thrusts. Her breasts were a size larger than Xiao Lian's, impossible to fully grasp with one hand.
He bent down and took the blanket off her face. She was drenched in sweat, a strand of hair stuck to her forehead, her eyes half narrowed, her white teeth biting her lower lip as she tried to stifle her moans, yet they still leaked out through her nose.
He lowered his head and kissed her, to be precise licking her face and sucking her lips, smearing her face all over with his saliva.
Qian Lan only felt a strong masculine scent rush towards her face. The intense pleasure in her lower body gradually made her dazed, she opened her mouth to respond to his kiss, greedily sucking his tongue.
She was already beyond caring about shame, her hands tightly gripping his back, her legs clamping around his waist, her toes scrambling against the bedsheet, her waist constantly writhing, meeting the increasingly fierce thrusts.
He sped up. Suddenly he felt the girl beneath him convulsing, her inner walls sucking on him like a little mouth. A powerful rush of pleasure came from where they were joined, and he let out a low growl, hot liquid pouring deep into her body.
He withdrew from Qian Lan's wet body, rolled out of bed, walked to the door, and turned on the light.
In an instant, the bodies of seven young women were displayed under the light.
Qian Lan and Xiao Lian had slowly drifted into dreamland, while the other five were still awake. They closed their eyes but were clearly not asleep, their bodies slightly feverish, as if waiting for something.
He walked to Sun Lili’s bedside and sat down, carefully looking at her body full of youthful energy.
A snow-white bra encased full breasts; similarly snow-white panties outlined a captivating curve between her legs, already soaked through in the middle. Her legs were smooth and slender, gleaming with a delicate luster under the light.
Because she had just relieved herself, her face still carried a blush, and the crimson lips beneath her small nose trembled uneasily.
Sun Lili felt the mattress sink slightly, followed by a body with a strong masculine scent approaching her.
Her heart raced as she held her breath, waiting. A pair of rough hands undid her bra and covered her breasts. The calluses on his hands brushed against her delicate skin, sending waves of tingling pleasure. Those hands kneaded her breasts, pinched her nipples, making her unable to suppress soft moans.
His hand slid from her breasts to her lower abdomen, then to her full buttocks, gently pulling down her panties.
Sun Lili lay completely naked before him. He paused for a moment, as if captivated by the sight before him.
A hand covered her private parts, gently stroking, the fingers teasing up and down along the slit.
“Mm…” Sun Lili let out a low sound.
He lowered his head and looked closely. Her mons was full, like a slightly puffed meat bun, and the jet-black hair, after being soaked, lay flat against her, wrapping the slit up tightly and sealing it completely.
He parted the hair, found that entrance that was already moist and open, held his own hardening member again, and slipped in at once with the help of the slick liquid.
“Mmm...” The hot and thick thing filled her.
He began thrusting slowly, one hand braced on the bed, the other still kneading her breasts, his lips licking messily across her face.
She moaned softly, her inner walls tightly wrapping around him. Her breasts were kneaded out of shape, her nipples hard like small stones.
He raised his upper body and spread her legs as wide as possible, clearly watching his sex go in and out of her body. Each time he pulled out, sticky liquid came out with it, flowing down along her groin.
Sun Lili's cheeks were flushed, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, her small mouth slightly open, completely immersed in pleasure.
He sped up. She twisted her waist wildly to match him, her vagina contracting violently. In the end, her whole body trembled as she reached climax.
He thrust in and out dozens more times before withdrawing from her body. White liquid slowly flowed out from where she had been used.
He stood up, his sex still hard. He stepped over her bed and came to the upper bunk right next to it—Zhang Xiaoyi’s bed.
Zhang Xiaoyi was widely recognized as the most elegant girl in the school. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her features were as delicate as if meticulously carved.
Under the light, she lay quietly, her bra encasing her beautifully shaped breasts, cotton panties hugging her rounded buttocks, and her fair, tender thighs parted gently.
He gently stroked her leg, afraid that his rough hands might hurt her. Xiaoyi's body trembled slightly, her clear black-and-white eyes looking at him wetly.
He moved his hand to that thin layer of fabric. The high bulge was very elastic, and the heat and moisture passed through the fabric into his hand.
Slowly, he removed that final covering.
Xiaoyi had much less pubic hair than Sun Lili, with only a small amount neatly distributed above. The two thick labia had almost no hair, and the bright red slit in between was entirely covered in glistening fluid.
He couldn’t help but lower his head, open his mouth and take in the entire private part, his tongue licking up and down along the slit, sucking those sweet, sticky juices.
“Ah...” Xiao Yi let out a long sigh. Her tongue darted and teased like a nimble little fish, and every brush against her sensitive spots made her whole body go soft.
Her fair, tender thighs clamped around his head, her hips gently twisting in response.
His two hands simultaneously pushed up her bra and grasped those full breasts, kneading them hard. Snow-white flesh bulged out between his fingers, and the pink nipples were hard and hot.
He raised his head, wiped away the liquid at the corner of his mouth, held his sex and aimed it at the entrance, then sank his waist and entered all the way in.
"Oh..." The feeling of fullness made Xiaoyi let out a satisfied sound.
He pressed all his weight onto her, kissing her mouth, his lower body thrusting powerfully. Her inner walls were tight and hot, clamping around him.
Xiaoyi responded to his kiss with her tongue, wrapped her arms around his neck, clamped her legs around his waist, and actively lifted her hips to meet him.
He changed positions several times. First he had her kneel and lean forward, entering her from behind; then he had her lie on her back, spreading her legs as wide as possible, clearly watching the way he went in and out.
Pleasure kept building. Finally, he thrust in hard one last time, releasing everything inside her.
Xiaoyi lay limp on the bed, her eyes vacant, her body still trembling slightly.
After he withdrew, he looked at the other girls in the dorm who were still awake. They didn’t speak, only looked at him, their bodies slightly warm.
The night was still long.
He went to the next one in turn. None of them refused. Some took the initiative to spread their legs, some took off the last layer of covering themselves, and some hugged his back tightly when he entered them.
The entire dorm room was filled with suppressed yet unrestrained panting, the sounds of flesh colliding, and sticky, wet noises.
By the latter half of the night, almost everyone had been used by him once. Some went once, some went twice. The sheets were covered with wet spots, and the air was filled with a strong atmosphere of lust.
At the end, he returned to his daughter Xiaolian. Xiaolian had woken up at some point and was quietly looking at him.
He didn’t say anything, just entered her body again. This time she was especially proactive, her legs tightly coiling around him, softly calling him “Daddy” in his ear.
By the time he released again, the sky was beginning to lighten faintly.
He lay beside his daughter, listening to the even breathing in the dorm room gradually settle back in. Everyone was exhausted and had fallen into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when sunlight shone into the dormitory, the girls woke up one after another. No one mentioned last night's events, but no one showed disgust or regret either. Instead, when making eye contact, there was a hint of knowing smile in their eyes.
As Father gathered his things to leave, Xiao Lian saw him to the door and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
"Next time... I can come again," she said softly.
He nodded and said nothing more.
Since then, whenever he came to see his daughter, the girls in the dormitory would tacitly turn off the lights early. Sometimes it was his daughter, sometimes it was Qian Lan, sometimes it was Sun Lili or Xiao Zhangyi, and sometimes it was several people together.
Once a taboo is broken, it can never be fully closed again.
And they, in their best years, had turned this immoral downfall into a tacit secret between them.
From that night on, things did not end as outsiders had imagined.
When Wang Xiaolian's father appeared at the dormitory door again, it was a Friday night half a month later. It wasn't raining outside; he could have stayed at a hotel, but he still walked in carrying simple luggage.
All six girls were in the dorm room. The light was still on.
Seeing her father, a complex light flashed in Xiaolian's eyes. She then turned to her roommates and said: "Tonight... you all figure it out yourselves."
No one raised an objection.
Qian Lan was the first to stand up, walked to the door, locked the dorm room door from the inside, and drew the curtains tightly shut. Sun Lili walked over and dimmed the lights a bit, leaving only the few warm yellow bedside lamps on. Zhang Xiaoyi leaned against her own bed, lowering her head to tidy her already somewhat messy hair, but the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
He Jing sat on her own lower bunk, looking at all this, and suddenly gave a soft laugh: “Since it’s already come to this, why not... make the rules a little clearer.”
Father put down his luggage, his voice somewhat hoarse: "What rules?"
He Jing raised her eyes and looked straight at him: “From now on, when you come, none of us will refuse. But each time, you must ask Xiaolian first. If she nods, then we continue. If she shakes her head, tonight belongs to her alone.”
Xiaolian was stunned for a moment, then gently nodded.
Father looked at his now adult daughter, his throat moving: 'Okay.'
That night, Xiaolian pulled her father onto her own bed.
She wasn't as passive as the first time. She took off her clothes herself, straddled her father, hands pressing against his firm chest, slowly swallowing the already fully hardened part. The fullness of being stretched open made her bite her lower lip, emitting a faint nasal sound.
“Dad... so full...”
Father's hands gripped her waist but didn't move immediately, letting her ride up and down on her own. Xiao Lian's movements were a bit clumsy at first, but she quickly found her rhythm. She rocked her hips back and forth, letting the most sensitive spot repeatedly rub against Father's tip, her breathing growing increasingly ragged.
Qian Lan sat on the opposite bed, watching quietly. Her hand had somehow slipped into her own pajama pants, fingertips slowly sliding in the already moist slit. Sun Lili leaned against the headboard, her two white legs crossed, but her eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Xiao Lian's rising and falling back.
Zhang Xiaoyi buried her face in her knees, only revealing a pair of reddened ears.
When Xiaolian reached climax on her father, her whole body went limp as she slumped down, her face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing softly. Her father, however, was still hard. He gently lifted his daughter's hips, having her kneel on the bed on all fours, and entered her from behind again.
This time, he no longer held back. Each thrust was deep and heavy, his scrotum slapping against Xiaolian's snow-white buttocks, producing crisp sounds. Xiaolian buried her face in the pillow, but suppressed moans still escaped.
“Dad... slower... it’s going to break...”
But father leaned down, whispering into her ear: "Last time you said we could do it again next time. Regretting it now?"
Xiaolian shook her head, her voice intermittent: "No... I like it... I like it when Dad is like this..."
This sentence seemed to flip a switch. The father increased his force until he also fully released inside his daughter.
When he pulled out, milky white liquid trickled down the inside of Xiao Lian's thigh. She didn't clean up immediately, just lay on her side, looking at her father.
Qian Lan then crawled over from the opposite bed. She didn't speak, just crawled to Xiao Lian's side, lowered her head and took Father's still semi-hard member into her mouth, licking clean the remaining fluids bit by bit. Her movements were meticulous and serious, as if completing a necessary task.
Father's fingers slid into Qian Lan's hair, not forcefully, just pressing gently.
Sun Lili also got out of bed. She walked behind her father, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her breasts pressed against his back, her hands reached around to the front, grasped the thing that Qian Lan was swallowing and spitting, and helped stroke it up and down.
Zhang Xiaoyi finally got down from her own bed. She knelt by the bedside, looking up at her father, hesitation in her eyes, but even more so, a kind of desire that could no longer be suppressed.
Father reached out and pulled her closer, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
This kiss was longer than the last one. Zhang Xiaoyi was initially a bit stiff, but soon opened her mouth, allowing her father's tongue to explore inside. Her hands clutched her father's arm uncertainly, but her body honestly leaned forward.
That night, Father hardly truly slept.
Xiaolian slept beside him for a while. When she woke up, she found her father on top of Qian Lan. Qian Lan's legs were raised high, her ankles held in her father's hands. Each deep thrust made her let out fragmented whimpers. Xiaolian didn't make a sound, just turned on her side, one hand reaching between her own legs, slowly pleasuring herself in rhythm with them.
Later it was Sun Lili’s turn. Her father held her face-to-face and lifted her up as she sat, and she was almost completely penetrated. Her arms wrapped around her father’s neck, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, and each time he thrust to the deepest point she trembled slightly.
Zhang Xiaoyi was last. When her father entered her from behind, her entire face was buried in Xiaolian's pillow. Xiaolian reached out and held her hand. The two girls' fingers tightly intertwined, and as Zhang Xiaoyi reached climax, she buried her face even deeper, but did not let go of Xiaolian's hand.
When dawn arrived, the dorm room was filled with traces of post-passion. The sheets were crumpled into a ball, and the air was thick with a heavy scent. Some of the girls were already asleep, while others still had their eyes open, but their gazes all carried a lazy, satiated look.
Father sat on the edge of the bed smoking. Xiao Lian crawled over, leaning against his shoulder, her voice still a bit hoarse: "Dad, next month is my birthday."
“Mm.”
“When the time comes... come stay for a few more days.”
Father turned to look at her. Xiao Lian's eyes held no shyness, only the calmness of someone who had completely surrendered.
“Good.”
After that, Father came more and more often.
Sometimes it's the weekend, sometimes it's a weekday night. He would message Xiao Lian in advance, and Xiao Lian would reply with a simple 'come' or 'only me tonight'.
When the reply is 'coming,' the girls in the dorm prepare in advance. Some wash their bodies an extra time in the shower, some change into clothes that are easier to remove, and some place contraceptives within easy reach.
The rules are strictly followed.
Every time father enters the room, the first thing he always does is look into Xiao Lian's eyes. Xiao Lian nods, then the others move. If Xiao Lian only wants father alone that day, the others will consciously go to the upper bunk or put on headphones, leaving space for the father and daughter.
But more and more often, Xiaolian would nod.
She began to enjoy watching her father entangled with others. Especially when her father entered Zhang Xiaoyi, Xiao Lian would get particularly excited. Zhang Xiaoyi always bit her lip trying not to make a sound, but her body was more honest than anyone's. Every time she was thrust deep, her toes would curl tight, her fingers gripping the bedsheet beneath her.
Once, Xiao Lian actively pressed Zhang Xiaoyi's hand onto her own breast, making her knead herself while being entered by her father. Zhang Xiaoyi blushed crimson with shame, but her hand didn't pull back.
Qian Lan became increasingly bold. She would get down before Father was fully hard, carefully serving him with her mouth until that thing fully swelled in her mouth. She particularly enjoyed deep throating, each time trying to swallow it as deep as possible, not stopping even when tears of physiological reaction seeped from the corners of her eyes.
Sun Lili, on the other hand, liked to be entered from behind. She would place a pillow under her own lower abdomen, raise her buttocks high, look back at her father, and say in a soft voice, 'Uncle... come in.'
He Jing participated the least, but once she did, she was especially devoted. She would take the initiative to ask to have her wrists bound, use Xiaolian’s silk scarf to secure her hands to the head of the bed, and then open her body completely, letting her father use her as he pleased.
A strange, unspoken understanding gradually formed in the dorm.
During the day, they were still ordinary college girls. Attending class, doing homework, dating boyfriends (if they had any), discussing exams. At night, if their father came, once the lights went out, they became a different version of themselves.
No one talked about feelings, and no one talked about the future.
Everyone understood implicitly.
This is just the body's descent, a complete release of the most taboo desires once in the prime of life.
But once the body forms a habit, it is very hard to quit.
A month later, on Xiaolian’s birthday, her father arrived two days early.
He brought a big cake, along with several bottles of liquor. In the dormitory, the six of them plus him, seven people sat together, and the atmosphere was rarely relaxed.
The cake was cut, and the wine was opened. Several girls drank until their cheeks flushed, and their speech became much bolder.
Qian Lan leaned on Father's shoulder, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his thigh. Sun Lili leaned against Xiao Lian, the two of them whispering something, occasionally chuckling softly. Zhang Xiaoyi sat the farthest away, but would look up at Father from time to time, her gaze carrying unconcealed anticipation.
The night is deep.
After the alcohol took effect, He Jing was the first to stand up, walk to her father, and slowly take off her clothes.
Her body appeared especially soft under the warm yellow light. Without a word, she climbed onto her father's lap, straddling him, aligning herself, and slowly sinking down.
The rest of them showed no surprise, only watching quietly.
Xiaolian walked over, hugged He Jing from behind, her hands reaching around to knead her breasts, her lips close to her ear: "Today is my birthday. You need to serve my dad well."
He Jing nodded and began moving up and down.
Soon, Qian Lan also joined in. She knelt beside them, lowered her head, and took the exposed part of the junction between father and He Jing into her mouth, her tongue nimbly licking. Sun Lili and Zhang Xiaoyi helped each other take off their clothes, then leaned together, fingers exploring each other's bodies, comforting themselves following He Jing's rhythm.
Xiaolian finally crawled in front of her father. She cupped his face and kissed him deeply.
This kiss was long.
When she parted, her eyes glistened with moisture: 'Dad, today I want to watch you make them all cry.'
Father chuckled softly, patting He Jing's buttocks with his palm: "Did you hear that?"
He Jing was thrust so hard that her voice trembled: “I... I heard you...”
That night was longer than any before.
Father almost made every girl cry. Some cried from overwhelming pleasure, others from being continuously toyed with until they couldn't bear it. Xiao Lian always watched from the side, occasionally reaching out to wipe away someone's tears, sometimes unable to resist joining in herself, letting father enter both her and another person simultaneously.
By later on, the girls were all collapsed on the bed, their bodies covered with red marks and traces of fluid everywhere. Father held Xiaolian onto himself, let her sit facing him, and moved slowly and deeply.
Xiaolian wrapped her arms around his neck, her forehead pressed against his, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible: "Dad... I think... I'm getting a little addicted."
Father didn't answer, just cupped her buttocks, thrusting deeper with each movement.
The sky outside the window gradually brightens.
This time, no one was in a hurry to clean up. Everyone just leaned against each other like that, chatting idly, or simply staying silent.
Qian Lan suddenly spoke: 'Next semester... I might have to move out.'
Everyone looked at her.
Qian Lan lowered her head, her voice very soft: 'My boyfriend wants to move in together. I... probably won't be able to participate so often anymore.'
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
Xiaolian reached out and held her hand: "It's okay. You can come back anytime you want to."
Qian Lan nodded, her eyes somewhat red.
Sun Lili leaned on Zhang Xiaoyi's shoulder and suddenly smiled. 'Anyway, we're still here. If Uncle misses us, just send a message anytime.'
Zhang Xiaoyi didn't speak, just buried her face a little deeper into Sun Lili's shoulder.
Father looked at these young bodies that had completely succumbed, feeling a strange sense of calm.
He knew that this kind of relationship could not last forever. The girls would eventually graduate, fall in love, get married, and have their own lives. And he would ultimately be nothing more than a transgressive but scorching interlude in their lives.
But at this moment, in this dorm room that still smelled of semen and sweat, no one was thinking about the future.
Xiaolian adjusted her position in his arms, allowing that thing still buried inside her to go deeper. She sighed softly, her voice carrying a lazy satisfaction:
“Dad, in two more months it’ll be winter break. By then... stay a few more days, okay?”
Father responded with a sound.
His palm slowly moved across his daughter's smooth back, while his gaze swept over the other girls who had already come closer again.
Qian Lan, Sun Lili, Zhang Xiaoyi, He Jing... Their eyes sparkled in the morning light, carrying lingering desire not yet fully faded, and also a certain clarity already prepared to continue sinking.
Once the taboo is completely torn open, it can never be closed again.
And they were all still in their best years.
Once awakened, desire will no longer slumber peacefully.
Father lowered his head and kissed his daughter's lips again. At the same time, his other hand had already reached toward the nearest body beside him.
The morning light gradually brightened.
The sound of panting in the dorm room started up again.
(To be continued)
After this night, their relationship became more stable and also bolder.
Father started coming regularly. Sometimes once a week, sometimes once every two weeks. Each time he came, the dormitory would prepare in advance: clean sheets, ample lubrication, necessary protective measures, and a few pre-prepared contraceptive pills.
Xiaolian gradually became a kind of 'organizer' in a certain sense.
She would arrange the order based on each person's condition, pushing more people toward her father when he was energetic, and when her father was nearing his limit, she would sit on him herself, using her tightest inner walls to squeeze out the final release.
Sometimes she would even ask her father to use his fingers to satisfy her while he was entering someone else.
“I want to watch you fuck them while being brought to climax by your hands.” When she said this, there wasn’t the slightest trace of shyness on her face.
Father complied.
Qian Lan's last time before moving out almost turned into a farewell party.
All six people took part. Their father was surrounded by them, taken into one mouth after another, swallowed by one body after another. Qian Lan cried, but she cried very quietly. When he entered her deepest place, she clung tightly to her father and whispered in his ear: "Thank you... for letting me know I could be this slutty."
Father didn't answer, just held her tighter, thrusting more fiercely until they both reached the peak simultaneously.
After Qian Lan left, there was one less person in the dorm room, but it didn't become quieter.
The rest of the people, on the contrary, became even closer.
Sun Lili and Zhang Xiaoyi began to be used together frequently. Father would have them hug each other face to face, then take turns entering them from behind. The two girls' breasts pressed against each other, their breaths intertwined, and their fingers would involuntarily explore each other's bodies.
Once, Father had Zhang Xiaoyi lie underneath, Sun Lili on top of her, and he himself entered the two alternately. With each switch, the two girls made different sounds—Zhang Xiaoyi with suppressed sobs, Sun Lili with unrestrained moans.
Xiaolian used her own hand to take care of herself beside them, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.
He Jing, meanwhile, was becoming more and more addicted to being restrained.
She would prepare a silk scarf or tie herself, tying her wrists before her father entered, kneeling on the bed waiting. When entered, she was always especially tight, crying heavily at climax, yet afterward she would cling to her father, asking for another round.
And so, day by day passed.
Spring turned into summer, and summer moved towards the end of the semester.
The girls started busying themselves with exams, internships, and job hunting. Father's visits became less frequent, but each time he came, it was more intense than the last.
It was as if everyone vaguely felt that such days would not last much longer.
The last large-scale indulgence happened on the weekend before graduation.
All six girls (Qian Lan had made a special trip back) were present. They pushed two beds together, creating a space large enough.
That night there were no rules, no order, only complete indulgence.
Father was served by them in turn, and in turn, he made each of them cry out. Cum shot inside, on their bellies, on their faces, into their mouths. The girls helped clean each other up, then used their lips and fingers to bring each other to climax again.
During the most chaotic moment, Xiaolian straddled her father's face, letting him use his tongue to satisfy her, while reaching out for the bodies of others nearby.
When the morning sun shone in again, everyone was exhausted.
Qian Lan leaned against the headboard, her voice still a bit hoarse: 'In the future... it will probably be hard to do this again.'
No one refuted it.
Sun Lili buried her face in Zhang Xiaoyi's chest and said muffledly, 'Then remember this time.'
Xiaolian leaned against her father, her fingers slowly drawing circles on his chest. She didn't speak, just pressed her body closer.
Father raised his hand and gently touched each girl's hair in turn.
He knew that this was probably really the last time.
But he did not say it out loud.
Some secrets, once started, are destined to be carefully hidden away for the rest of one's life.
And they, in their best years, had turned this immoral downfall into the most secretive and scorching memory of each other's lives.
Many years later, when they each had families, jobs, and children, occasionally waking up in the deep of night, the depths of their bodies would still faintly recall those nights of being filled, penetrated, and completely opened up.
Then they would smile, lock that memory back in their hearts, and continue living their seemingly normal lives.
And the door of taboo had been pushed wide open long ago in that university dormitory.
Will never close again.
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