I call myself Olga, I'm 19 years old and quite a slut. And I don't say that for anything special, just that it's reality. My first proper experience, apart from plenty of fiddling and kissing since I was 13, was at 16 with a classmate. Something to not remember much about, it was a bit frustrating, as we were both totally inexperienced and nothing special happened to me. I repeated with some others my age, but although it improved a bit, it wasn't what I expected. So following the advice of my friend Marta, who has already gone far in this matter, I started approaching older men than me. Like my friend said: only a man with enough experience will make you happy in bed, and that man must be already mature. And so came the first one, the physical education teacher, who was 35 years old. It cost me to seduce him, despite what they said at school, he specialized in screwing students and had undressed a few. But I was still underage then and for him it was a problem, as he had had some kind of conflict over that. But well, after a smile here, a little breast there, a good leg crossing, etc., I made him understand my intentions and one day invited me to have a snack at his apartment, where I finally knew what having quality sex is like. But after two months of seeing each other once a week, he ended up firing me; apparently he had a booty of little girls waiting for his services. Well, again something disillusioned, I kept looking for mature ones and with my 18 years complete, I found one really mature: 50 years old, precisely the father of my friend and companion Marta. He was divorced from his wife, lived alone and his daughter would stay with him on weekends. I'd visit her at her dad's house and even sleep over sometimes. And here it was the opposite, the mature one who flirted with me. From the first day, I noticed he looked at me shamelessly, Recorring myself with my gaze all my anatomy, with eyes that had come out of their sockets. I must have been very needy. When my friend would leave to go to the bathroom or retreat to another part of the house to make a phone call, there were constant hints, quite bold. I would just smile, still a bit shy, as I wasn't used to such things from a man of that age. But I didn't dislike the good gentleman, the truth is he was good-looking and elegant... I felt flattered. So little by little, we gained confidence until I gave in to his desires. He behaved like a gentleman, reserving a room at a good hotel, where we had dinner, champagne, etc., and I felt like a queen. Then he made love to me like it's really done to a woman, with enthusiasm, without hurry, dedicating himself totally to me, making me enjoy myself like never before. We've gotten together occasionally, being careful that his daughter doesn't find out. Apart from that, I have a sort-of boyfriend, Marcial, who isn't really in love with me but it's good for me to be well taken care of. He's not a great expert either, more like clumsy. My friend's father is much better. As I said, I feel like a slut. Sex doesn't have inhibitions for me, I consider it something natural, like eating. I don't have taboos. Now, at 19 years old, counting the young and older ones, around 15 men have had sex with me or I've had sex with them, which isn't bad for my age. That afternoon in June, when it was quite hot, my father and I were alone at home. My father is 48 years old. My mother had gone to a nearby village to visit her parents and would be back in a few hours. My younger brother, 17 years old, was in class and then left with his friends until dinner time. My father had gone to bed to rest for a bit. I was alone in my room watching TV, quite bored. I started feeling hot, something quite usual. I thought about making myself a drink, but... I desisted and went to take a shower, hoping it would relax me. But no, despite the cold water, the pussy kept asking for war. I put on very light clothing, a simple white bra and a kind of top or short-sleeved shirt, closed at the top but open at the bottom with any movement showing the lower part of my breasts, which are quite abundant.
I returned to the room already quite altered. I didn't know what to do, whether to masturbate, hold back, or call Marcial to meet up with him. But without thinking well about what I was doing and maybe just following the instinct of a woman who seeks a man, I went into my dad's room to chat for a bit and try to distract myself. Honestly, it wasn't in that moment my intention for what happened later to happen, I just needed some male company, but the events took other turns. My father was reading a newspaper with his pajama jacket open. He is quite muscular and has abundant hair on his chest, which I always liked. As a child, when he would pick me up in his arms, I liked resting my head against that hairy chest. My father had the sheet up to his waist, also looking rather bored. - Hello, papi... - Hello, darling... Do you want something? - Nothing, I'm just bored. Ugh, these long hours... Dad put down the newspaper and invited me to lie down beside him. - Get over here and tell me something, sky... - I don't know, dad, what could I possibly tell you that you wouldn't already know... I wanted to feel my father close. I clung quite tightly to his body. He sat up a bit, resting on one elbow, looking at me with some curiosity, surely sensing something different in me than usual. - Could you tell me a story, dad... - Ha ha ha... What's gotten into you? Are you here for stories now? - Well, imagine it was like when I was seven and I would go to sleep with you and you'd read those stories to me and I'd fall asleep beside you. - Yeah, yeah... - And why can't it be that way now, dad? - Well, sky, it's easy. When you were seven or eight years old, you didn't have these breasts... ha ha ha. I didn't expect it, but with complete naturalness he put his hand on my shirt, right over one of my breasts. He left it there, still. I felt the contact of his large, soft hand. I found that attitude natural too and let myself be done with. A little flirtatious already, I dared to make a comment. - Dad... What do I have good tits? - Of course, sweetheart... Very good, very well placed, very sensual. They stay well firm despite your boyfriend Marcial playing with them well, right? - Well, well, it's not just Marcial, dad. Some more... - Uufffffffff... some more... Oh my girl... Do you have that much experience already?. - I'm no saint, eh, papi. And you're not either... You've taken more than one to the bed, and I know it well. I knew my father was a bit of a stud. Being a little girl, I had already heard some arguments at home between my parents. If this or that colleague from work, if this or that neighbor... My father was very good-looking, charming, and successful with women. Dad started applying gentle pressure to the breast, slowly caressing it softly. I was already hot, so I started getting wet in my underwear without a doubt. My father stirred a bit in bed, moving closer to me. Through the sheet, I could already see the bulge of his erection. - Papiiiiiiiii... - What, daughter?. I lifted the sheet slightly. Dad only had a small slip and the bulge of his cock was tremendous. - Have you seen how you are, papi?. Dad looked down at his crotch... - It's true, sweetheart, that I'm in a hurry.... But it's not because I'm made of stone, my life... - Yes, yes, don't worry about it, I like being this way, seeing you as a woman. I decided to bring out the best aspect of my little tramp from inside me. - But do you know, papi..?. I have two... Touch the other one, which is getting jealous. My father took his hand off the breast he was holding and brought it to the other one. But I, naughty, as he did it, lifted my shirt and his hand landed on my bare breast. The contact of his hand with my skin was delicious. - Do you like it, dad?. - Sweetheart, heaven, of course, what a delight, how beautiful... My father's voice sounded hoarse and his eyes shone with desire.
But this isn't right, we shouldn't... you're my daughter, it can't be. - Now there's no father or daughter here... Now you're just a mature man going to fuck a 19-year-old slut. Enjoy yourself, don't be stupid. - Well, seen that way... Well, it's already done, I thought. Dad has fallen into my trap. A sweet fucking is waiting for me, for sure. I got up a bit and took off my small top. Dad was caressing my breasts with enthusiasm. From one to the other. He enjoyed them with delirium, entranced. I let myself be done, also delighted. My nipples became hard, prominent, very sensitive. I could already feel my slit totally soaked. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to be penetrated.
- Wait a bit, papi, now I'm coming. I got up and went first to the door, closing it from inside and leaving the key in place. This way there was no risk of surprises, in case my brother showed up before expected. Back in the bedroom, I picked up a bath towel. Standing in front of my father, who was waiting anxiously, I took off my panties, leaving myself completely naked.
I felt my pussy swollen, my lips already red and shiny. I was exquisitely depilated, because I had done it the day before. Not a single hair, a precious movie pussy. I folded the towel and put it on the bed. My father looked at me perplexed.
- It's so you don't stain the sheets, papi. I get very wet and they could leave stains, and you won't see if Mom sees them, which she might imagine.
- Ah, okay, okay, heaven. But why do you get so wet?
- Like a mare, papi, you'll see. Without further ado, I lay down on the bed, spread out face up, with no shame at all. Dad stayed looking between my thighs, agape.
- Damn, daughter, what a lovely pussy you have...
- It's all yours, papi. Come on, get on top of me. Take everything off... At that moment I was mounted by my own father. But now for me it was something more. It was the man who was going to fuck me, but with the added fact that since he was my father the situation was much more exciting than if it were another man. I was at the maximum of... desire. If he had refused, I would have violated him without mercy. - Make it daddy, no fear. You know I take the pill, like this, all out, darling... I called dad darling, just as he always did with me. Never said it before, but now he was my lover above all. He leaned on an extended arm, getting down on his knees between my fully open thighs. Already naked like me, and grabbed my member with his hand to direct it towards my opening. One single blow. One single push. No need to be careful. The daughter, the woman, was dilated, open, and eager like a sexy girl in heat. One single push and my father's cock entered me all the way to the bottom. I felt how his pubis bumped against the thick lips of my sex and the sweet, warm sensation of having my vagina occupied. A kind of electric shock I felt inside. I opened up as much as I could for him to enter more and I clung wildly to my father's waist. With my mouth open like I was out of breath, with my eyes almost white, while he looked at me extatic, feeling his own pleasure but also proud like a man of the pleasure he gave me. - Keep going, keep it up... daddy... pervert... Don't change the rhythm, keep going... I was already coming just from the first thrust. He kept penetrating me hard, entering and forcing my entire sex to its maximum. Two minutes, no more, since penetration and... Ahhhhhhggggggggggggggggggggg, daddyaaaaaaa, papiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... That's tasty, that's rich. I was trembling like a possessed one, battered by the contractions of orgasm. Daddy leaning on his two arms shook me with strong thrusts that convulsed my breasts. - Heaven, heaven... What a slut you are... my slut ... - Yes, yes, yes, daddy... yes, yes, yes, I'm your slut , make me come, kill me, like this, like this... Liquid was coming out continuously, in streams. I was soaking wet and so was my paternal lover. Little by little I relaxed until I became motionless. exhausted, exhausted, with very agitated breathing and my heart racing with pulses. Slowly, my father got off me and rolled over to his side again, supported by his elbow to look at me well. Now he was staring at the tremendous stain on the towel... - Daughter, really.... With none of the women I've screwed had I seen something like that. - You already told me, dad.... - I felt perfect when you were putting in the liquid that was expelled, wetting my cock. What a woman you are. - Have you come too, dad? - No. - No? Why not?. - Because I want to hold on. I've managed to contain myself with difficulty. You're a lot of woman, surely you need much more... - You're a good lover, papi. You know what I need. Of course, I want much more. Wait a little while until I relax. - Okay, heaven... All for you. Grateful, I slowly grabbed my father's cock. Hard, very masculine. He let himself be done with, still touching my breasts. - You know how to caress a cock, darling. How many have you touched?. - I calculate about fifteen, if I'm not mistaken. - Joderrrr.... I've never even screwed that many women at my age. - Hahahaha... I've turned out quite a slut, dad. Sorry... hahahaha - Well... we'll take the good side of it, darling. At least, I'm enjoying myself. Maybe this is the best woman I've ever mounted. - Then let's not wait any longer, papi. Wait, I'm going to go clean up a bit, I'm lost in juices. I went to the bathroom, washed my pussy well, leaving it perfumed. Changed the towel to a drier position and came back to bed. Like before, legs up, traditional style. Now dad decided to give me a blow job, which has been the best of my life so far. They weren't just random licks like my stupid boyfriend used to do. Only my friend's father had been quite exquisite in eating my pussy. But now dad outdid them all by a wide margin. He made me spin around on the bed, leaving me crossed. My pussy was leaving near the edge. It got out of bed and picked up a pillow to kneel down and be more comfortable. - I think this is going to last long - I said to myself, excited. That's what oral sex was like, if you please. Oral sex given well. Enjoying every corner of female sexuality. Searching for the inside with a pointed and hard tongue. Then I would take it all out, flat, and slowly run my tongue over my whole pussy, up and down, until I reached the clitoris and sucked it in. I repeated this process. I rested for a moment and looked at myself to see my reaction. My face had to be a poem of taste and desire, because he would smile at me when looking and then get back down. I was still dripping now onto his mouth. Almost nothing was left on the towel, but he swallowed it gladly.
At first, I was a bit rushed, seeing myself like that in his face. But since he seemed to enjoy it, I relaxed completely and instead of controlling what I did, I let go with all my might, as if it were a gift for him. I gave him the most intimate essence of a woman. After the initial euphoria of the first orgasm, now I was enjoying myself without haste.
I let him do his thing, letting time pass. Dad was tireless. While he ate me out, he would lift my hands and grab my breasts and nipples. Other times, he would put his hands underneath and grab my buttocks. He was an expert. He knew very well how to keep me on the edge, just right. There, for minutes and minutes. I was enjoying sweet sensations that reached all over my body.
If my excitement increased, he would notice and take a break for a few moments. This way, he avoided me from coming. He kept me there, at the edge, it was a mix of pleasure and soft suffering that really drove me crazy. I moaned softly, continuously. I wanted to release myself, but I also wanted to show him how well I was doing. It was my way of being grateful. Sometimes my moans were almost screams. Occasionally, I would put my hands down to caress his head. - Daddy... daddy... How good, so good... I don't know how he didn't hurt his tongue. Maybe I was very used to doing it. But I had already been like that for almost an hour. - I'm going to dry up, daddy… I won't stop dripping... Do you notice, right?. He stopped to relax a bit and let me rest. - I notice it well, my life, you have me flooded. - I want to come again, daddy…. Don't make me suffer more, please, darling… - Okay, you'll have your orgasm now, get ready.. He grabbed me tightly by the thighs, pulling me down to avoid my uncontrolled jumps from his licks. Now he accelerated the rhythm, frenzied. - Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… If the first orgasm was strong, this one wasn't any less. Different. The sensation of the mouth absorbing my clitoris was something really incredible. But besides that, while he did it, one of his fingers, I don't know which, well lubricated in my juices, went introducing itself into my bum. That no one had done to me before. That combination of sensations, the tongue acting, the finger exciting my rectum, was explosive. I lowered my legs exhausted and he got up, letting me rest for a few minutes. I heard him go to the bathroom, wash his mouth and also his member well. In that we coincided with the whole family, in being very clean. Half transported to other worlds, I felt him coming back with some glasses in hand. Two Cokes, to refresh us a bit from all the commotion. I got up on the bed and he sat down at the edge. - Daddy, you're unique, it's so good… Come on, if I discover it before... ha ha ha - Now is the moment, daughter. Before you were younger, it wouldn't have been appropriate. - Where did you learn so much, you pervert?. - Hahahaha. I've always liked sex and women. Some have taught me a lot, but that's something you take with you, there are no schools for everything. - You're the perfect lover, daddy. The one who worries about giving pleasure, not just receiving it. But you still haven't come, pussy, it's not fair. Will you do it now?. - Of course, heaven. I'll come in you when you come again. new. - Uuffffff. Three are already too much, I'll see, but with you I'm sure I can do it. Normally, I'm always satisfied with two orgasms. But now, after the refreshment and some rest, my pussy seemed to be coming back to life again. I looked down between my legs. - Damn, baby... It's opening up again.. - As I said, darling... You're the perfect woman. - Mount me again, baby... - Do you want another position, heaven?. - No, no, always the same one... I'm comfortable, there will be time for experiments... My father put a pillow under my tailbone now. This way, my sex was slightly lifted. My father's cock was erect again. New penetration, now we're both more relaxed, with sweet cadence, softer but not less enjoyable. Now he was taking it out and putting it in slowly; then he'd pull away a little and run his fingers over the juicy pussy. He'd enter and exit again. Sex was flowing again, sounding a bit like the wine bottle being uncorked. There were no more rushes. He knew he had to be patient because I was looking for a third orgasm and it didn't come right away. What amazed me was his ability to concentrate not to cum, since I could feel the member like an stake driven into my interior Curiously, we'd been fucking for an hour and a half and hadn't kissed yet. As if there was still some modesty left in us. I realized this and let him know. - Baby, you haven't given me your mouth, I want your kisses... I grabbed his neck and pulled him towards me. Our tongues mixed in a long, interminable, juicy kiss. While he kissed me, to avoid being distracted from the new sensation, he left that time the cock outside. When he drew himself over me, he let himself fall onto my body. I felt all his skin on mine, his woolly chest, his warmth. The rubbing of our legs against each other. Surprisingly, the kisses stimulated me even more until I reached maximum pleasure. They managed to elevate my libido and bring me closer to... third orgasm. I managed to talk to him, half-asphyxiated by the kisses. - Papi, papi... I'm coming again, put it in, put it in... Please, please, don't leave me alone, put it in like that, like that, like that, muématured.... He thrust into me without compassion, squeezing me to the maximum. - Give it all to me, pour it out, papi... Everything inside, everything, everything.... Give it all to me, it's mine, I want it, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. As I began to come for the third time, I noticed how my father was doing it too. His face contorted like mine, with pleasure at finishing. And despite it being the third time, that feeling of my father possessing me without restraint, and me possessing him until I felt his semen inside me, was something special. I never got along well with my mother and this act was something fantastical, love in its maximum prohibition, incest, deception towards my mother. And so I enjoyed it, unconsciously a sensation of stealing from mom, taking away what was hers for so many years and now appropriating it incestuously. Now it's mine, seemed to say my mind. The fact that paternal semen flooded me was something previously unimaginable, but it was happening, there it was, beneath him, feeling perfectly how he finished inside me, in his daughter. I focused on capturing the contractions of his member and scrotum as he expelled the seminal jet into the back of my cave. Proud of the pleasure I felt possessing myself. Now filial love was shining a little, but at the reverse, I was like the mother who makes happy the child that in that moment was my father. - Let it go, heaven. Let it go, papi. Don't leave anything for yourself, give it to me, is sooooo... He let out a groan as he ejaculated. Then his relaxation, exhausted but happy. He leaned back a bit. - Stay like that, dad... But don't take it out yet. I'm comfortable. Still orgasmic as I was, the sensation of still being full was delicious. The man, the father, there, letting himself fall onto his little girl, once possessed. How happy I felt. making dad also happy. I stroked his strong, muscular back and head, feeling his breathing slow down on my neck. I felt very womanly for a moment, but like a mature, experienced one. Finally the member went soft and relaxed, and I noticed it was coming out of me already flaccid. Some semen droplets hung from the tip. I grasped dad's cock and squeezed it all along its length to get rid of the remaining sperm. Then I slid my fingers stained with milk from my breasts to spread the remaining semen. - What a ride, eh papi...! Look, my pussy is dripping. You're a bull, you big stud. That was it. The ejaculation must have been very abundant. Slowly a white stream came out of my sex until the towel. - Delicious, daughter… Delicious, I don't have words to express it. You've squeezed me like a lemon and I had many days without coming, you've emptied me well. After a break and mutual caresses we got up to shower together, both happy. But my father still had some modesty, an uneasy conscience. - My daughter, please let this never come out. I don't want to think that your mother and brother will find out. We have to be very careful. They mustn't know, they would take it badly. Listening to him say we have to be careful surprised me greatly. Dad was announcing that it wasn't over yet, that he thought of continuing. And to calm his conscience and encourage him exactly to do so, I decided it was time to tell him the family secret I knew but had been keeping for a year out of prudence for the sake of all four. It was good that dad knew this wasn't a novelty in our family, so he would see it as more natural. - Ahhh, dad... with how good you are at loving and being valuable in everything, you're still innocent about some things. - Why do you say that daughter?. - Well, simply because your wife is screwing your son since almost a year ago...
Found Story... Part 2
I returned to the room already quite altered. I didn't know what to do, whether to masturbate, hold back, or call Marcial to meet up with him. But without thinking well about what I was doing and maybe just following the instinct of a woman who seeks a man, I went into my dad's room to chat for a bit and try to distract myself. Honestly, it wasn't in that moment my intention for what happened later to happen, I just needed some male company, but the events took other turns. My father was reading a newspaper with his pajama jacket open. He is quite muscular and has abundant hair on his chest, which I always liked. As a child, when he would pick me up in his arms, I liked resting my head against that hairy chest. My father had the sheet up to his waist, also looking rather bored. - Hello, papi... - Hello, darling... Do you want something? - Nothing, I'm just bored. Ugh, these long hours... Dad put down the newspaper and invited me to lie down beside him. - Get over here and tell me something, sky... - I don't know, dad, what could I possibly tell you that you wouldn't already know... I wanted to feel my father close. I clung quite tightly to his body. He sat up a bit, resting on one elbow, looking at me with some curiosity, surely sensing something different in me than usual. - Could you tell me a story, dad... - Ha ha ha... What's gotten into you? Are you here for stories now? - Well, imagine it was like when I was seven and I would go to sleep with you and you'd read those stories to me and I'd fall asleep beside you. - Yeah, yeah... - And why can't it be that way now, dad? - Well, sky, it's easy. When you were seven or eight years old, you didn't have these breasts... ha ha ha. I didn't expect it, but with complete naturalness he put his hand on my shirt, right over one of my breasts. He left it there, still. I felt the contact of his large, soft hand. I found that attitude natural too and let myself be done with. A little flirtatious already, I dared to make a comment. - Dad... What do I have good tits? - Of course, sweetheart... Very good, very well placed, very sensual. They stay well firm despite your boyfriend Marcial playing with them well, right? - Well, well, it's not just Marcial, dad. Some more... - Uufffffffff... some more... Oh my girl... Do you have that much experience already?. - I'm no saint, eh, papi. And you're not either... You've taken more than one to the bed, and I know it well. I knew my father was a bit of a stud. Being a little girl, I had already heard some arguments at home between my parents. If this or that colleague from work, if this or that neighbor... My father was very good-looking, charming, and successful with women. Dad started applying gentle pressure to the breast, slowly caressing it softly. I was already hot, so I started getting wet in my underwear without a doubt. My father stirred a bit in bed, moving closer to me. Through the sheet, I could already see the bulge of his erection. - Papiiiiiiiii... - What, daughter?. I lifted the sheet slightly. Dad only had a small slip and the bulge of his cock was tremendous. - Have you seen how you are, papi?. Dad looked down at his crotch... - It's true, sweetheart, that I'm in a hurry.... But it's not because I'm made of stone, my life... - Yes, yes, don't worry about it, I like being this way, seeing you as a woman. I decided to bring out the best aspect of my little tramp from inside me. - But do you know, papi..?. I have two... Touch the other one, which is getting jealous. My father took his hand off the breast he was holding and brought it to the other one. But I, naughty, as he did it, lifted my shirt and his hand landed on my bare breast. The contact of his hand with my skin was delicious. - Do you like it, dad?. - Sweetheart, heaven, of course, what a delight, how beautiful... My father's voice sounded hoarse and his eyes shone with desire.But this isn't right, we shouldn't... you're my daughter, it can't be. - Now there's no father or daughter here... Now you're just a mature man going to fuck a 19-year-old slut. Enjoy yourself, don't be stupid. - Well, seen that way... Well, it's already done, I thought. Dad has fallen into my trap. A sweet fucking is waiting for me, for sure. I got up a bit and took off my small top. Dad was caressing my breasts with enthusiasm. From one to the other. He enjoyed them with delirium, entranced. I let myself be done, also delighted. My nipples became hard, prominent, very sensitive. I could already feel my slit totally soaked. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to be penetrated.- Wait a bit, papi, now I'm coming. I got up and went first to the door, closing it from inside and leaving the key in place. This way there was no risk of surprises, in case my brother showed up before expected. Back in the bedroom, I picked up a bath towel. Standing in front of my father, who was waiting anxiously, I took off my panties, leaving myself completely naked.
I felt my pussy swollen, my lips already red and shiny. I was exquisitely depilated, because I had done it the day before. Not a single hair, a precious movie pussy. I folded the towel and put it on the bed. My father looked at me perplexed.
- It's so you don't stain the sheets, papi. I get very wet and they could leave stains, and you won't see if Mom sees them, which she might imagine.
- Ah, okay, okay, heaven. But why do you get so wet?
- Like a mare, papi, you'll see. Without further ado, I lay down on the bed, spread out face up, with no shame at all. Dad stayed looking between my thighs, agape.
- Damn, daughter, what a lovely pussy you have...
- It's all yours, papi. Come on, get on top of me. Take everything off... At that moment I was mounted by my own father. But now for me it was something more. It was the man who was going to fuck me, but with the added fact that since he was my father the situation was much more exciting than if it were another man. I was at the maximum of... desire. If he had refused, I would have violated him without mercy. - Make it daddy, no fear. You know I take the pill, like this, all out, darling... I called dad darling, just as he always did with me. Never said it before, but now he was my lover above all. He leaned on an extended arm, getting down on his knees between my fully open thighs. Already naked like me, and grabbed my member with his hand to direct it towards my opening. One single blow. One single push. No need to be careful. The daughter, the woman, was dilated, open, and eager like a sexy girl in heat. One single push and my father's cock entered me all the way to the bottom. I felt how his pubis bumped against the thick lips of my sex and the sweet, warm sensation of having my vagina occupied. A kind of electric shock I felt inside. I opened up as much as I could for him to enter more and I clung wildly to my father's waist. With my mouth open like I was out of breath, with my eyes almost white, while he looked at me extatic, feeling his own pleasure but also proud like a man of the pleasure he gave me. - Keep going, keep it up... daddy... pervert... Don't change the rhythm, keep going... I was already coming just from the first thrust. He kept penetrating me hard, entering and forcing my entire sex to its maximum. Two minutes, no more, since penetration and... Ahhhhhhggggggggggggggggggggg, daddyaaaaaaa, papiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... That's tasty, that's rich. I was trembling like a possessed one, battered by the contractions of orgasm. Daddy leaning on his two arms shook me with strong thrusts that convulsed my breasts. - Heaven, heaven... What a slut you are... my slut ... - Yes, yes, yes, daddy... yes, yes, yes, I'm your slut , make me come, kill me, like this, like this... Liquid was coming out continuously, in streams. I was soaking wet and so was my paternal lover. Little by little I relaxed until I became motionless. exhausted, exhausted, with very agitated breathing and my heart racing with pulses. Slowly, my father got off me and rolled over to his side again, supported by his elbow to look at me well. Now he was staring at the tremendous stain on the towel... - Daughter, really.... With none of the women I've screwed had I seen something like that. - You already told me, dad.... - I felt perfect when you were putting in the liquid that was expelled, wetting my cock. What a woman you are. - Have you come too, dad? - No. - No? Why not?. - Because I want to hold on. I've managed to contain myself with difficulty. You're a lot of woman, surely you need much more... - You're a good lover, papi. You know what I need. Of course, I want much more. Wait a little while until I relax. - Okay, heaven... All for you. Grateful, I slowly grabbed my father's cock. Hard, very masculine. He let himself be done with, still touching my breasts. - You know how to caress a cock, darling. How many have you touched?. - I calculate about fifteen, if I'm not mistaken. - Joderrrr.... I've never even screwed that many women at my age. - Hahahaha... I've turned out quite a slut, dad. Sorry... hahahaha - Well... we'll take the good side of it, darling. At least, I'm enjoying myself. Maybe this is the best woman I've ever mounted. - Then let's not wait any longer, papi. Wait, I'm going to go clean up a bit, I'm lost in juices. I went to the bathroom, washed my pussy well, leaving it perfumed. Changed the towel to a drier position and came back to bed. Like before, legs up, traditional style. Now dad decided to give me a blow job, which has been the best of my life so far. They weren't just random licks like my stupid boyfriend used to do. Only my friend's father had been quite exquisite in eating my pussy. But now dad outdid them all by a wide margin. He made me spin around on the bed, leaving me crossed. My pussy was leaving near the edge. It got out of bed and picked up a pillow to kneel down and be more comfortable. - I think this is going to last long - I said to myself, excited. That's what oral sex was like, if you please. Oral sex given well. Enjoying every corner of female sexuality. Searching for the inside with a pointed and hard tongue. Then I would take it all out, flat, and slowly run my tongue over my whole pussy, up and down, until I reached the clitoris and sucked it in. I repeated this process. I rested for a moment and looked at myself to see my reaction. My face had to be a poem of taste and desire, because he would smile at me when looking and then get back down. I was still dripping now onto his mouth. Almost nothing was left on the towel, but he swallowed it gladly.
At first, I was a bit rushed, seeing myself like that in his face. But since he seemed to enjoy it, I relaxed completely and instead of controlling what I did, I let go with all my might, as if it were a gift for him. I gave him the most intimate essence of a woman. After the initial euphoria of the first orgasm, now I was enjoying myself without haste.
I let him do his thing, letting time pass. Dad was tireless. While he ate me out, he would lift my hands and grab my breasts and nipples. Other times, he would put his hands underneath and grab my buttocks. He was an expert. He knew very well how to keep me on the edge, just right. There, for minutes and minutes. I was enjoying sweet sensations that reached all over my body.
If my excitement increased, he would notice and take a break for a few moments. This way, he avoided me from coming. He kept me there, at the edge, it was a mix of pleasure and soft suffering that really drove me crazy. I moaned softly, continuously. I wanted to release myself, but I also wanted to show him how well I was doing. It was my way of being grateful. Sometimes my moans were almost screams. Occasionally, I would put my hands down to caress his head. - Daddy... daddy... How good, so good... I don't know how he didn't hurt his tongue. Maybe I was very used to doing it. But I had already been like that for almost an hour. - I'm going to dry up, daddy… I won't stop dripping... Do you notice, right?. He stopped to relax a bit and let me rest. - I notice it well, my life, you have me flooded. - I want to come again, daddy…. Don't make me suffer more, please, darling… - Okay, you'll have your orgasm now, get ready.. He grabbed me tightly by the thighs, pulling me down to avoid my uncontrolled jumps from his licks. Now he accelerated the rhythm, frenzied. - Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy… If the first orgasm was strong, this one wasn't any less. Different. The sensation of the mouth absorbing my clitoris was something really incredible. But besides that, while he did it, one of his fingers, I don't know which, well lubricated in my juices, went introducing itself into my bum. That no one had done to me before. That combination of sensations, the tongue acting, the finger exciting my rectum, was explosive. I lowered my legs exhausted and he got up, letting me rest for a few minutes. I heard him go to the bathroom, wash his mouth and also his member well. In that we coincided with the whole family, in being very clean. Half transported to other worlds, I felt him coming back with some glasses in hand. Two Cokes, to refresh us a bit from all the commotion. I got up on the bed and he sat down at the edge. - Daddy, you're unique, it's so good… Come on, if I discover it before... ha ha ha - Now is the moment, daughter. Before you were younger, it wouldn't have been appropriate. - Where did you learn so much, you pervert?. - Hahahaha. I've always liked sex and women. Some have taught me a lot, but that's something you take with you, there are no schools for everything. - You're the perfect lover, daddy. The one who worries about giving pleasure, not just receiving it. But you still haven't come, pussy, it's not fair. Will you do it now?. - Of course, heaven. I'll come in you when you come again. new. - Uuffffff. Three are already too much, I'll see, but with you I'm sure I can do it. Normally, I'm always satisfied with two orgasms. But now, after the refreshment and some rest, my pussy seemed to be coming back to life again. I looked down between my legs. - Damn, baby... It's opening up again.. - As I said, darling... You're the perfect woman. - Mount me again, baby... - Do you want another position, heaven?. - No, no, always the same one... I'm comfortable, there will be time for experiments... My father put a pillow under my tailbone now. This way, my sex was slightly lifted. My father's cock was erect again. New penetration, now we're both more relaxed, with sweet cadence, softer but not less enjoyable. Now he was taking it out and putting it in slowly; then he'd pull away a little and run his fingers over the juicy pussy. He'd enter and exit again. Sex was flowing again, sounding a bit like the wine bottle being uncorked. There were no more rushes. He knew he had to be patient because I was looking for a third orgasm and it didn't come right away. What amazed me was his ability to concentrate not to cum, since I could feel the member like an stake driven into my interior Curiously, we'd been fucking for an hour and a half and hadn't kissed yet. As if there was still some modesty left in us. I realized this and let him know. - Baby, you haven't given me your mouth, I want your kisses... I grabbed his neck and pulled him towards me. Our tongues mixed in a long, interminable, juicy kiss. While he kissed me, to avoid being distracted from the new sensation, he left that time the cock outside. When he drew himself over me, he let himself fall onto my body. I felt all his skin on mine, his woolly chest, his warmth. The rubbing of our legs against each other. Surprisingly, the kisses stimulated me even more until I reached maximum pleasure. They managed to elevate my libido and bring me closer to... third orgasm. I managed to talk to him, half-asphyxiated by the kisses. - Papi, papi... I'm coming again, put it in, put it in... Please, please, don't leave me alone, put it in like that, like that, like that, muématured.... He thrust into me without compassion, squeezing me to the maximum. - Give it all to me, pour it out, papi... Everything inside, everything, everything.... Give it all to me, it's mine, I want it, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. As I began to come for the third time, I noticed how my father was doing it too. His face contorted like mine, with pleasure at finishing. And despite it being the third time, that feeling of my father possessing me without restraint, and me possessing him until I felt his semen inside me, was something special. I never got along well with my mother and this act was something fantastical, love in its maximum prohibition, incest, deception towards my mother. And so I enjoyed it, unconsciously a sensation of stealing from mom, taking away what was hers for so many years and now appropriating it incestuously. Now it's mine, seemed to say my mind. The fact that paternal semen flooded me was something previously unimaginable, but it was happening, there it was, beneath him, feeling perfectly how he finished inside me, in his daughter. I focused on capturing the contractions of his member and scrotum as he expelled the seminal jet into the back of my cave. Proud of the pleasure I felt possessing myself. Now filial love was shining a little, but at the reverse, I was like the mother who makes happy the child that in that moment was my father. - Let it go, heaven. Let it go, papi. Don't leave anything for yourself, give it to me, is sooooo... He let out a groan as he ejaculated. Then his relaxation, exhausted but happy. He leaned back a bit. - Stay like that, dad... But don't take it out yet. I'm comfortable. Still orgasmic as I was, the sensation of still being full was delicious. The man, the father, there, letting himself fall onto his little girl, once possessed. How happy I felt. making dad also happy. I stroked his strong, muscular back and head, feeling his breathing slow down on my neck. I felt very womanly for a moment, but like a mature, experienced one. Finally the member went soft and relaxed, and I noticed it was coming out of me already flaccid. Some semen droplets hung from the tip. I grasped dad's cock and squeezed it all along its length to get rid of the remaining sperm. Then I slid my fingers stained with milk from my breasts to spread the remaining semen. - What a ride, eh papi...! Look, my pussy is dripping. You're a bull, you big stud. That was it. The ejaculation must have been very abundant. Slowly a white stream came out of my sex until the towel. - Delicious, daughter… Delicious, I don't have words to express it. You've squeezed me like a lemon and I had many days without coming, you've emptied me well. After a break and mutual caresses we got up to shower together, both happy. But my father still had some modesty, an uneasy conscience. - My daughter, please let this never come out. I don't want to think that your mother and brother will find out. We have to be very careful. They mustn't know, they would take it badly. Listening to him say we have to be careful surprised me greatly. Dad was announcing that it wasn't over yet, that he thought of continuing. And to calm his conscience and encourage him exactly to do so, I decided it was time to tell him the family secret I knew but had been keeping for a year out of prudence for the sake of all four. It was good that dad knew this wasn't a novelty in our family, so he would see it as more natural. - Ahhh, dad... with how good you are at loving and being valuable in everything, you're still innocent about some things. - Why do you say that daughter?. - Well, simply because your wife is screwing your son since almost a year ago...
Found Story... Part 2
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