In this absent time I finished some stories and this is one of them, I'll be uploading them little by little as I get used to my things. The Musaof this story isAkemy Sama(Brazilian Instagrammer and Twitcher. For some reason I said in the previous chapter that I was Portuguese haha). You know, don't be rats and if you liked it comment, rate, whatever you like. It's the best way I have to know if the story liked or not.
It was a summer night in 2013, in Las Grutas, one of those magical summer nights where happiness and tranquility were overflowing in Carla to the point that it cost her to fall asleep, even despite physical fatigue. Vacationing with family, when she was a typical family at that tourist destination in Rionegro province alongside her older sister, younger sister, and parents, Paula and Norberto.
They were those weeks where Carla felt like she was in heaven. Under a starry night whose luminosity seeped through a triangular ventiluz that seemed like the Illuminati pyramid of dollars, enjoying Patagonian waters all morning, part of the afternoon, and her complete family, without knowing that these times would not last forever... nor even much longer.
On that same vacation night, Carla's mind was so troubled that it could be considered a turning point in her life, the before and after that separated children from teenagers. When in the middle of the night, on the floor below where her parents were sleeping, she began to hear strange sounds that prevented her from falling asleep.
Carla had a cruel mentality, when she was supposed to find happy thoughts to fall asleep, her mind self-flagellated with the tribulations of her daily life, such as the taunts of her schoolmates, their hurtful nicknames, Jimena's coldness towards her, how unhappy she felt since Cintia's birth, which took away the little time her parents had to manage. There were too many things for her to deal with and she still couldn't manage them, even when it was supposed to be vacation time and the ideal moment to clear those ghosts from her mind.
They rented a summer house for three weeks on Caleta de los Loros Street, just a few meters away from Caleta Street. False, that would take them straight to the Patagonian Ocean. The path was exhausting, several blocks, many of which were deserted under the sun, sometimes scorching, carrying the toys of the youngest family member or a beach umbrella, whatever Carla's young arms could carry. Therefore, when it was time to return home after playing some board game with the family or walking along the main avenue, the sisters would fall asleep from exhaustion... except for her.
That night she was having too much trouble with that suction sound, repetitive and constant, like someone eating with little restraint, savagely, making a very unpleasant noise... Was her father eating something in secret? Had some animal gotten into his things?
In the silence of the night, Carlita cautiously got out of bed, which she shared with her two sisters (Jimena and Cintia were sleeping downstairs, as usual, the little one was more attached to the older one, who reluctantly accepted it). Since she had the top bunk, all she had to do was turn around to get a glimpse of her parents' bed... where they weren't.
That peculiar sound, like when you cover an ice cream and suck on it with force, came from the living room below. Being careful not to step on the Monopoly board, with its hotels, properties, and bills arranged in such a way that they could continue the game later (although they would probably start a new one), Carlita peeked out between the wooden balusters of the balcony that overlooked the floor below... and what she saw would mark her life forever.
She only saw one light, and in it, her mother's head with dark hair, moving in a way that seemed strange to her. She noticed that her mother was between two thick legs of a man, her father's, and he was illuminating her as if posing a reflector on her while doing something that caused that sound.
Her father was lighting Paula up with his cell phone, years later returning to her memories, she would know that he was filming during a round of sneaky oral sex. Also, returning to her memories, Carla would discover that her mother, kneeling between her father's legs, nodding monotonously and deeply, was doing what she would later know as a blow job. Countless times Carlita would return to that scene to find fuel for her nocturnal excitements, without knowing why or how it was that this memory of spying on the intimacy of her parents generated such contradictory sensations.
Maybe because she wondered about the taste of that progenitor member (or anyone's in general), since Paula was sucking, licking, and savoring it with an uncontrollable pleasure, even seeming to spit it out (something she couldn't imagine for what) ... it must have been very tasty. Maybe because her father had a tool that, in later years thanks to pornography and truncated experiences, she would discover was very large, even noticeable from above that he was a well-endowed man. Maybe because the decay of envy that her mother could take those liberties and she, as his daughter, couldn't.
- Tell me how much you like my cock, tell me... - Her father demanded at that moment without knowing that he was recording his words in his daughter's mind upstairs.
-Ssshhh, we're going to listen to each other. – Paula worried, stopped nursing to lick the side trunk, unaware that with this action she was leaving her daughter see the cock that gave her life on her. Leaning over her stomach like a scuttle handle surpassed her father's navel by quite a bit.
Although he was almost three meters away, he could see his illuminated cock on his cell phone, especially the glans pointing upwards towards her... it was the first time she had seen a live and direct penis, those things that would never be forgotten.
- I want to know how much you like it, don't worry, the girls are fused and sleeping. – He said, taking his cock from the base and using it to slap his wife, making a very loud sonorous sound. Carla could even see droplets and saliva strands flying towards the sides.
- For brute, slow down, you're big enough for me to tell you the usual barbarities, on top of gravitating me? Why do you suck them all every night?
- Tell me or don't say it anymore cock, let's see how much you like eating cock. – He threatened her, rubbing his solid trunk against her cheek (ignoring her question).
- Sigh, you know how much I like sucking your cock, Norberto, just let me eat it in silence, please... - And this one, taking her by the hair, led her to his glans and forced her to nod in a more dominant way, holding her firmly and at the speed he liked, as fast as deep, causing her to gag which was responded with new pushes.
- That's it, that's how I like it, that is... uuh, uuuh, uuuuh… sucks the cockuuhYes,uuuhYes.
Carla saw her father with his head pressed against the rounded back of the sofa, letting those moans of pleasure burst from his mouth that she didn't fully understand... it was at that moment when, while filming with one hand and performing fellatio with the other, Norberto opened his eyes and saw his daughter spying on him, her hair falling over the upper floor, yet he continued without caring that there was a policewoman in his adventure.
It had been like signing an agreement to the future, a pact of silence that taught her a small sample of the unknown world of sex in exchange for renouncing part of her childhood. In an era where it wasn't fashionable to Google any morbid doubt, Carla signed the pact and observed, still aware that she was leaving her tender innocence behind, early on. Her father, being complicit with her curiosity, was what most mysteries awakened in him for the future.
After years of following social norms and respecting established customs in society, Carla could construct that frozen memory in her mind, plasmated in reality, and having it as the protagonist between her father's legs.
- There's no going back from this, love. Are you sure? - He asked, making his last collaboration to the world as a straight and normal father while caressing his daughter's short hair.
Carla looked at him, then at the prominent package in front of her, and slowly, with her thumbs under her boxer shorts, she went down... her pubic area was shaved like all occupied cocks, like all solicited danddy cocks, until, like in videos, it remained liberated and stood up as if by the action of a powerful spring, swaying like a catapult.
- You've always been a curious girl. - Her father affirmed, seeing her admire the cock that had procreated her. because it was too big. In those books, they used to appeal to the minimum expression of forms and a handle so big and thick, no matter how beautiful, could be considered obscene.
Carla looked at him from the base to the glans on top and seemed not to finish looking at it with her gaze. On those cruel Buenos Aires summers, she could take refuge in the shadow of that trunk. If her calculations didn't fail, she was between 19 and 22 centimeters easy.
- It's like you're seeing it for the first time. - He said, remembering the same moment as her, marveling at how his daughter seemed to count the pores on his cock.
- This is the first time I see it so close... You have it very big and fat, papi, that's why my Zeus left so much offspring.
Norberto smiled, not even he, who had lived so many things, could believe what was happening.
- Do you know what the difference is between mom and me? I'll never stop saying how much I love to suck your cock.
Legitimizing his words, Carla gathered her courage and approaching her lips and nose to the cock from which a distant day had sprouted, she smelled it, kissed it, and letting a stream of saliva flow into its glans, she introduced it into her mouth to pass her tongue over the entire base of the mushroom.
For a few seconds, father and daughter connected their gazes, while they were connected by a cock to a mouth. Carlita spread her warm saliva all over the glans until it flowed out and once she felt it lubricated, she began to nod. Now she understood why her mother had said she sucked it every day, a cock like this was impossible to ignore under any circumstances and she felt pletyummy for finally taking it into her mouth. So many answers were responded with a simple head movement.
- Ahhh, whooooFinally, finally I can suck your dick, daddy. – She said after releasing her slowly, letting more foamy saliva fall onto the glans and licking it to spread it out. - Did you want this for a long time, my love? Carlita nodded when she ate the glans and without stopping looking at him, waiting for his approval (like every daddy's girl), began to descend forming a perfect ring with her lips until her anatomy gave out, until the reddish head bumped into her throat, beyond her bell. Fighting against the hiccups, producing saliva like a girl with an enormous ice cream cone, Carla kept the cock covered and once she got used to it, started bobbing.Slurp, slurp, slurp, suck, suck, slush...The wet onomatopoeias that flooded the living room were hard to recreate, seemed like an underwater language based on wet slaps.Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohMy love, how good it is that my little girl sucks my cock. – Said her father, sitting on the armchair like a king, seeming to melt into its upholstery, so relaxed that his back curved more and more each time.
Carlita, as pleased as he was, continued nodding at the same rhythm, at the same speed, stretching the skin of the trunk with her lips forming a perfect ring. Her slender face sucked in an image as erotic as it was unheard-of. Her papa had never seen her with such an expression before.
As the fellatio developed, both of them transformed in front of each other, Carlita looking more disheveled, with her lips and chin glistening with saliva, with a fiery gaze that seemed to follow him even when she turned her face or took the blow job to its limit, also when the cock invaded her mouth, pushing against her cheeks, dedicating an obscene expression to her father: the face of a hungry slut for cock.
On the other hand, he, sitting like a patriarch, began to caress his daughter's dark hair, enjoying the forbidden gift more than he could ever enjoy legal equivalents given by other fetishes. There was something extra in what was prohibited, in all that unleashed tension built over so many years. In front of his eyes, that Gordian knot burst into a thousand pieces, releasing all his demons and letting himself be carried away, took his daughter by the hair with both hands, as he used to do with Paula and his lovers, and conducted the blow job at the rhythm he liked, strong, deep, and constant.
Carlita relaxed every muscle in her neck, placed her sticky hands on her father's bare thighs and let him use her mouth however he pleased, in this case, like a fuck hole, like a sexual orifice, a simple opening created for the pleasure of man, with the right lubrication and astringency. Without stopping to look at him, Carlita was a good girl and... struggled to put his eyes in white as a sign of deep surrender towards his father.Tock, tock, tock, tock, tock...You could hear the product of continuous wet slapping against your daughter's throat while she maintained her eyes in a blank stare and then made them squint almost reflexively, without knowing how her father would react to that.
-Ooh, that's it, I love those silly faces you make in your directs. - She said while continuing to perform oral sex on him with her hand.
Watching his directs was one of the many liberties Norberto took with her. He had such devotion towards his middle daughter that, despite all generational predictions, he had a Twitch account where he always watched Carlita's directs whenever possible, in which the man of culture learned about the slang of young people, their tastes, favorite video games, and way of being with their peers... although some terms from the kids still slipped away from him, which was reasonable.
-What are caritas bobas? - Carla asked after pulling out her father's erect and wet penis.Ahahgeao face! It's sure that is it.
- Well, dad is great, he doesn't know about those things, I only know that the boys ask for it often and I remember the explanation you gave to those who didn't know what it was, like me. – My father explains while having a gentle gesture of caressing his hair, which would be almost fraternal if not for his daughter being at close range from his salivated cock and observing him with desire.
- It's never too late to learn new things and experience them too.
It wasn't common for, among a chaotic virtual crowd, this to be the father of a twitchuber. It was like a symbiosis, she would start the direct when she knew her papi arrived from work so that he could see her for a few minutes before sleeping and allowed him to reveal a facet of himself that no one in his family knew: A gamer slut.
Sometimes cosplaying, sometimes showing off his worked arms or abdominals, this week had given it to the beat 'em up River City Girlsfrom there the name of his accountBeat'Em CarlyIt was fanatical about those games and every time her female wrestlers received significant damage, she would take the opportunity to mock their cries of pain by making a hentai parody of them accompanied by an ahegao face, which became a habit in each game when a female character let out a cry of pain. Each channel had to have its own imprint and she had achieved her goal with flying colors, seeing as many paid her to make those obscene faces live.
Coinciding with her, with her index finger under her chin, indicated that he wanted to kiss her. Carlita stretched to reach her father's lips and this almost licked her mouth, sucked her sloppy lips, tongue, and introduced his own into her daughter's mouth, twisting it around the inside of her mouth. Their tongues met outside their mouths, caressing each other like autonomous creatures free from the cage of their lips.
Now you can keep going. - He said, relishing with the taste that had remained in his own daughter's mouth, a mixture of flavor and cock with white saliva.
No, you didn't have to say it, we're just starting, obvious that I'll keep going with my treat.
Carl returned to her position and after letting out a juicy, bubbly spit that she had to spread with her hand, resumed the cock sucking, struggling to swallow the whole member with serious difficulties, until her eyes became entangled and couldn't help but get wet... it was a very long and thick trunk that no matter how much lubrication there was in the world would make it slide down her throat. Every time she tried, the glans made contact and due to the position of her head, the angles didn't coincide for her to be able to swallow the penis entirely. It was a logical question, the throat was pointing downwards and the erect penis was aiming at her brain.
Don't overexert yourself, papi is pleased with how you're doing, you're a good girl. - The reconforted by caressing her hair, cheek, and pulling out the cock from her mouth.
- In my fantasies I would eat her whole until my nose hit your hairs and my chin on my balls. – He said while licking the glans and from its tip to the base of the trunk. – It seems that there is a big gap between saying and doing.
- It doesn't matter, love, I'm very satisfied anyway. – Then the man took his cock and as if it were a lever, put reverse so that his testicles would be exposed. – Now you can keep going here, relax your laborious throat a bit. If you demand more, you'll get hoarse and won't be able to transmit live.
- Injecting suspense into the situation, she went up to her father's testicles with her tongue when it made contact with the rough surface, leaving out a nervous giggle that forced her to cover her mouth with her hand.
- Is it too much, kid? If you're uncomfortable, you can keep going...
- No, no! Papi, it's just... I wonder which one came out, if from the left or the right. – She said, caught in a fit of laughter. – At some point these little balls were my home.
- You and your occurrences Carlita, don't forget about your mom, only part of you came out of me, silly girl.
- With a smiling laugh, she pressed her mouth to the scrotum and began giving it long licks, from the most southern point to the birth of the front hair. She was pushing her tongue between both balls, separating them, then bringing them back together with her tongue and kissing them, getting some salty and oily skin in her mouth. Everything Carla did, she did very devotedly.
- It seems that my little girl practiced a lot to give such a gift to her papi. – He observed without any surprise. - Was it all theory or fieldwork?
- Well, yes, I was a bad girl no doubt, I just didn't want to get here without knowing anything. It was important to do it well so I instructed myself quite a bit. – She confessed before putting one testicle in her mouth and sucking it. Like it was a delicious sweet, even closed his eyes and did it.Mmm, mmm, mmmWhile sucking on the egg.Oooh, oooh, ooooh…- The man groaned feeling his testicle being massaged inside Carlita's mouth as she revolved it with her tongue, then moved on to the other one, already sticky from all the saliva that had fallen on it. He repeated the process in each one, again and again, until he brought them together, squeezing them at the base to form a scrotum raceme that Carlita, delivered, took into her mouth, putting them both in at once.
She sucked, nodded again, licked, like a Swiss Army knife unfolding all its tricks, bringing her father to the forbidden orgasm with the excellence of the watchmaking of that country.
- Are you going to let Daddy fill your face with cum? – She asked, seeing her nodding like a possessed one.
- Wherever Papa wants, I'll receive his cum... - She accepted, seeing Norberto start to masturbate and her giving him rapid tongue lashes like a snake at the tip of the glans, from where a stream of semen would flow. – I'm ready, let me have the little brothers all over my face... that's what you've wanted for a long time, painting a mask with your semen on me. -Oh, oh, oh, ahYes, like that, like that, like that... - The man victim of a contraction lifted his hip as if he had been hit by a strong electric current. The meat curtains relaxed and opened fire against Carla's innocence multiple times, leaving her face looking like a swamp creature, clear, she had entered unconventional waters.
When the father of the year opened his eyes (he had closed them almost unconsciously) he saw his daughter's face all smeared, with dangling semen of different consistency running across it. Like a chameleon catching an insect, he stuck out his tongue and let a shot be caught by it to taste the semen of his papi. After savoring and swallowing it, he couldn't be more satisfied with having achieved making his beloved papi reach an eruptive orgasm.
- Was I good? Do you like my gift? – She asked while her papi gathered several threads of sperm with his thumb for her to consume.
- It was the best gift a father can receive, no doubt. – He admitted without stopping the sperm shots from going into Carlita's mouth, which she sucked on his fingers every time he brought her a thick seminal glob. – You've always been a little piggy, reminding me of when you filled your face with sauce eating noodles... you've always been my favorite little pig.
- Well... - She expressed finally getting up (her knees had been numb for so long) – I have bad news, we're at the farthest point from the next day's father, I'd say we made an important checkpoint to advance tomorrow.
Carlita turned around and knowing she was playing with fire, knowing a man like him could lose control and subject her to every imaginable way (and others she didn't imagine) against one of his expensive furniture until it came crashing down like in a shootout scene, lifted her mini skirt to show off her perfect and hard ass tangled in front of him, which she wagged with boldness for several seconds while Her man was licking her. - I was a very bad girl, this tiny ass deserves some good corrections so that it stops being a slut. – She said without stopping him from showing his father's butt to her. Of course, she had a thong stuck between her glutes, but even so, that dental floss couldn't do much to hide such a caramelized durian... and when he arched up a bit the man couldn't resist anymore.
- Father's Day will be a long time coming... - Said Norberto getting up and pressing his cock against the bare skin of her glutes, and one hand on one of her discreet but appetizing breasts. – There's also a lot to go before my birthday, Christmas... I'll have to use my imagination and find a way to earn myself a second wish.
The guest's hands were massaging her lemons, rubbing her nipples through the top with their thumbs, feeling how they still reacted under the fabric... his cock stiff and eager for more, continued to rub her glutes, looking for a comfortable position... although it could be considered the ideal moment to commit the flagrant crime, Carla took her miniskirt and suddenly lowered it, ending the dangerous franeleo.
- When you think of something, let me know, otherwise I'll have to come up with something myself. – Admitted Carla giving her erect father a sidelong glance to go to the bathroom... - Excuse me, papi, I need to wipe off the semen from my face. – She expressed with a naturalness that undoubtedly made her deserving of some good whippings.
- Go ahead, heart. – Said her father watching her walk into the bathroom all rounded and swaying that fruit that on any other day would make more than just look at it, more than rub it.
Although a catastrophe had occurred that could well disturb the existence of anyone, Carlita faced the following days with admirable stoicism, seeking to contain the excitement she felt for having seen her father's cock, having tasted it, milked it and even tasted its salty and thick juice. There were too many things to hide and she, who had a lot of experience... Hiding things, he overcame it heroically day after day. Only in front of the mirror in his father's luxurious bathroom, Carlita let out a silent, mute scream, loaded with relief and euphoria from finally having dared to do what she had desired so much.
Just as the water flowed with the semanal residues of her face on the sink, old Carla, silly, cowardly, was also pouring down the drain.
Beyond some suspicious glance from her older sister during her almost furtive (and prolonged) visit, the total indifference that the younger one had towards her (immersed in her own world of popularity and diva-like behavior typical of her age), Carla resumed her normal activities and only had contact with her father on subsequent Twitch direct streams, where she already enjoyed a radiant sequel to River City Girlswho had squeezed the juice out of him for several hours. He had completed the 29 achievements of the first part live and directly in front of the attentive gaze of his number one follower:Boomer81NorbyOn a day that she thought would be normal, Carla returned to her usual gym, El Centurión, thinking about the routine of that day, the playlist she had prepared on Spotify and buying something with what she earned from her direct shows. That urban and active place even at midnight transported her to her own inner world where there were no worries, only projections of herself into the future while, besides, doing something good for her unusualforms.
Although I had a luxurious night instructor (a precious mulatto with clear eyes who wore Bermuda shorts and was still muscular even in temperatures below zero), I didn't need his guidance, so I was surprised to see the stout instructor arrive at my bench of chest just before it started, right when I was finishing putting on gloves and headphones.
- Carla? Can I bother you before you start? – Tony asked with excessive kindness. The gymbroperfect, educated, hardworking, discreet and respectful with the one who was a pleasure to train. I still didn't know if he was Cuban, Venezuelan or a perfect Latin American mix with the exquisite ingredient of English manners. A well-deserved rest from the trashiness and vulgarity with which Carla spent her days. – We have a new arrival and I'd like him to use this bench because it's the one closest to my desk. I want to keep an eye on him so we can help him out. – Said flexing his arm until inflating a bicep like a balloon.
– Of course, Raúl! I'll move to the back benches, don't worry. – Clearly from those machines you couldn't see the nocturnal charms of the city and the passersby, but Carla already had a fresh playlist with which to travel to other realities... or so she thought. In her naivety, she thought it would be just another training day.
– Hi, excuse me, were you ready to start? – Said with some guilt the new arrival, who would end up using that bench. A man who hadn't done any physical activity in years and seemed like the typical father who, terrified of aging, wanted to rescue himself at the last minute.
– No problem, Norberto, here we're all comrades, Carla is one of our most faithful sisters, don't make a drama about moving around.
– No, no drama. – Admitted with an uncontrollable smile seeing his father in a place where he never thought he'd see him. – Welcome to a new life, Norberto, something tells me this gym will really suit you and we're going to get along very well.
Continues...
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Chapter 1: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5100901/El-deseo-de-papi.html
It was a summer night in 2013, in Las Grutas, one of those magical summer nights where happiness and tranquility were overflowing in Carla to the point that it cost her to fall asleep, even despite physical fatigue. Vacationing with family, when she was a typical family at that tourist destination in Rionegro province alongside her older sister, younger sister, and parents, Paula and Norberto.
They were those weeks where Carla felt like she was in heaven. Under a starry night whose luminosity seeped through a triangular ventiluz that seemed like the Illuminati pyramid of dollars, enjoying Patagonian waters all morning, part of the afternoon, and her complete family, without knowing that these times would not last forever... nor even much longer.
On that same vacation night, Carla's mind was so troubled that it could be considered a turning point in her life, the before and after that separated children from teenagers. When in the middle of the night, on the floor below where her parents were sleeping, she began to hear strange sounds that prevented her from falling asleep.
Carla had a cruel mentality, when she was supposed to find happy thoughts to fall asleep, her mind self-flagellated with the tribulations of her daily life, such as the taunts of her schoolmates, their hurtful nicknames, Jimena's coldness towards her, how unhappy she felt since Cintia's birth, which took away the little time her parents had to manage. There were too many things for her to deal with and she still couldn't manage them, even when it was supposed to be vacation time and the ideal moment to clear those ghosts from her mind.
They rented a summer house for three weeks on Caleta de los Loros Street, just a few meters away from Caleta Street. False, that would take them straight to the Patagonian Ocean. The path was exhausting, several blocks, many of which were deserted under the sun, sometimes scorching, carrying the toys of the youngest family member or a beach umbrella, whatever Carla's young arms could carry. Therefore, when it was time to return home after playing some board game with the family or walking along the main avenue, the sisters would fall asleep from exhaustion... except for her.
That night she was having too much trouble with that suction sound, repetitive and constant, like someone eating with little restraint, savagely, making a very unpleasant noise... Was her father eating something in secret? Had some animal gotten into his things?
In the silence of the night, Carlita cautiously got out of bed, which she shared with her two sisters (Jimena and Cintia were sleeping downstairs, as usual, the little one was more attached to the older one, who reluctantly accepted it). Since she had the top bunk, all she had to do was turn around to get a glimpse of her parents' bed... where they weren't.
That peculiar sound, like when you cover an ice cream and suck on it with force, came from the living room below. Being careful not to step on the Monopoly board, with its hotels, properties, and bills arranged in such a way that they could continue the game later (although they would probably start a new one), Carlita peeked out between the wooden balusters of the balcony that overlooked the floor below... and what she saw would mark her life forever.
She only saw one light, and in it, her mother's head with dark hair, moving in a way that seemed strange to her. She noticed that her mother was between two thick legs of a man, her father's, and he was illuminating her as if posing a reflector on her while doing something that caused that sound.
Her father was lighting Paula up with his cell phone, years later returning to her memories, she would know that he was filming during a round of sneaky oral sex. Also, returning to her memories, Carla would discover that her mother, kneeling between her father's legs, nodding monotonously and deeply, was doing what she would later know as a blow job. Countless times Carlita would return to that scene to find fuel for her nocturnal excitements, without knowing why or how it was that this memory of spying on the intimacy of her parents generated such contradictory sensations.
Maybe because she wondered about the taste of that progenitor member (or anyone's in general), since Paula was sucking, licking, and savoring it with an uncontrollable pleasure, even seeming to spit it out (something she couldn't imagine for what) ... it must have been very tasty. Maybe because her father had a tool that, in later years thanks to pornography and truncated experiences, she would discover was very large, even noticeable from above that he was a well-endowed man. Maybe because the decay of envy that her mother could take those liberties and she, as his daughter, couldn't.
- Tell me how much you like my cock, tell me... - Her father demanded at that moment without knowing that he was recording his words in his daughter's mind upstairs.
-Ssshhh, we're going to listen to each other. – Paula worried, stopped nursing to lick the side trunk, unaware that with this action she was leaving her daughter see the cock that gave her life on her. Leaning over her stomach like a scuttle handle surpassed her father's navel by quite a bit.
Although he was almost three meters away, he could see his illuminated cock on his cell phone, especially the glans pointing upwards towards her... it was the first time she had seen a live and direct penis, those things that would never be forgotten.
- I want to know how much you like it, don't worry, the girls are fused and sleeping. – He said, taking his cock from the base and using it to slap his wife, making a very loud sonorous sound. Carla could even see droplets and saliva strands flying towards the sides.
- For brute, slow down, you're big enough for me to tell you the usual barbarities, on top of gravitating me? Why do you suck them all every night?
- Tell me or don't say it anymore cock, let's see how much you like eating cock. – He threatened her, rubbing his solid trunk against her cheek (ignoring her question).
- Sigh, you know how much I like sucking your cock, Norberto, just let me eat it in silence, please... - And this one, taking her by the hair, led her to his glans and forced her to nod in a more dominant way, holding her firmly and at the speed he liked, as fast as deep, causing her to gag which was responded with new pushes.
- That's it, that's how I like it, that is... uuh, uuuh, uuuuh… sucks the cockuuhYes,uuuhYes.
Carla saw her father with his head pressed against the rounded back of the sofa, letting those moans of pleasure burst from his mouth that she didn't fully understand... it was at that moment when, while filming with one hand and performing fellatio with the other, Norberto opened his eyes and saw his daughter spying on him, her hair falling over the upper floor, yet he continued without caring that there was a policewoman in his adventure.
It had been like signing an agreement to the future, a pact of silence that taught her a small sample of the unknown world of sex in exchange for renouncing part of her childhood. In an era where it wasn't fashionable to Google any morbid doubt, Carla signed the pact and observed, still aware that she was leaving her tender innocence behind, early on. Her father, being complicit with her curiosity, was what most mysteries awakened in him for the future.
After years of following social norms and respecting established customs in society, Carla could construct that frozen memory in her mind, plasmated in reality, and having it as the protagonist between her father's legs.
- There's no going back from this, love. Are you sure? - He asked, making his last collaboration to the world as a straight and normal father while caressing his daughter's short hair.
Carla looked at him, then at the prominent package in front of her, and slowly, with her thumbs under her boxer shorts, she went down... her pubic area was shaved like all occupied cocks, like all solicited danddy cocks, until, like in videos, it remained liberated and stood up as if by the action of a powerful spring, swaying like a catapult.
- You've always been a curious girl. - Her father affirmed, seeing her admire the cock that had procreated her. because it was too big. In those books, they used to appeal to the minimum expression of forms and a handle so big and thick, no matter how beautiful, could be considered obscene.
Carla looked at him from the base to the glans on top and seemed not to finish looking at it with her gaze. On those cruel Buenos Aires summers, she could take refuge in the shadow of that trunk. If her calculations didn't fail, she was between 19 and 22 centimeters easy.
- It's like you're seeing it for the first time. - He said, remembering the same moment as her, marveling at how his daughter seemed to count the pores on his cock.
- This is the first time I see it so close... You have it very big and fat, papi, that's why my Zeus left so much offspring.
Norberto smiled, not even he, who had lived so many things, could believe what was happening.
- Do you know what the difference is between mom and me? I'll never stop saying how much I love to suck your cock.
Legitimizing his words, Carla gathered her courage and approaching her lips and nose to the cock from which a distant day had sprouted, she smelled it, kissed it, and letting a stream of saliva flow into its glans, she introduced it into her mouth to pass her tongue over the entire base of the mushroom.
For a few seconds, father and daughter connected their gazes, while they were connected by a cock to a mouth. Carlita spread her warm saliva all over the glans until it flowed out and once she felt it lubricated, she began to nod. Now she understood why her mother had said she sucked it every day, a cock like this was impossible to ignore under any circumstances and she felt pletyummy for finally taking it into her mouth. So many answers were responded with a simple head movement.
- Ahhh, whooooFinally, finally I can suck your dick, daddy. – She said after releasing her slowly, letting more foamy saliva fall onto the glans and licking it to spread it out. - Did you want this for a long time, my love? Carlita nodded when she ate the glans and without stopping looking at him, waiting for his approval (like every daddy's girl), began to descend forming a perfect ring with her lips until her anatomy gave out, until the reddish head bumped into her throat, beyond her bell. Fighting against the hiccups, producing saliva like a girl with an enormous ice cream cone, Carla kept the cock covered and once she got used to it, started bobbing.Slurp, slurp, slurp, suck, suck, slush...The wet onomatopoeias that flooded the living room were hard to recreate, seemed like an underwater language based on wet slaps.Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooohMy love, how good it is that my little girl sucks my cock. – Said her father, sitting on the armchair like a king, seeming to melt into its upholstery, so relaxed that his back curved more and more each time.
Carlita, as pleased as he was, continued nodding at the same rhythm, at the same speed, stretching the skin of the trunk with her lips forming a perfect ring. Her slender face sucked in an image as erotic as it was unheard-of. Her papa had never seen her with such an expression before.
As the fellatio developed, both of them transformed in front of each other, Carlita looking more disheveled, with her lips and chin glistening with saliva, with a fiery gaze that seemed to follow him even when she turned her face or took the blow job to its limit, also when the cock invaded her mouth, pushing against her cheeks, dedicating an obscene expression to her father: the face of a hungry slut for cock.
On the other hand, he, sitting like a patriarch, began to caress his daughter's dark hair, enjoying the forbidden gift more than he could ever enjoy legal equivalents given by other fetishes. There was something extra in what was prohibited, in all that unleashed tension built over so many years. In front of his eyes, that Gordian knot burst into a thousand pieces, releasing all his demons and letting himself be carried away, took his daughter by the hair with both hands, as he used to do with Paula and his lovers, and conducted the blow job at the rhythm he liked, strong, deep, and constant.
Carlita relaxed every muscle in her neck, placed her sticky hands on her father's bare thighs and let him use her mouth however he pleased, in this case, like a fuck hole, like a sexual orifice, a simple opening created for the pleasure of man, with the right lubrication and astringency. Without stopping to look at him, Carlita was a good girl and... struggled to put his eyes in white as a sign of deep surrender towards his father.Tock, tock, tock, tock, tock...You could hear the product of continuous wet slapping against your daughter's throat while she maintained her eyes in a blank stare and then made them squint almost reflexively, without knowing how her father would react to that.
-Ooh, that's it, I love those silly faces you make in your directs. - She said while continuing to perform oral sex on him with her hand.
Watching his directs was one of the many liberties Norberto took with her. He had such devotion towards his middle daughter that, despite all generational predictions, he had a Twitch account where he always watched Carlita's directs whenever possible, in which the man of culture learned about the slang of young people, their tastes, favorite video games, and way of being with their peers... although some terms from the kids still slipped away from him, which was reasonable.
-What are caritas bobas? - Carla asked after pulling out her father's erect and wet penis.Ahahgeao face! It's sure that is it.
- Well, dad is great, he doesn't know about those things, I only know that the boys ask for it often and I remember the explanation you gave to those who didn't know what it was, like me. – My father explains while having a gentle gesture of caressing his hair, which would be almost fraternal if not for his daughter being at close range from his salivated cock and observing him with desire.
- It's never too late to learn new things and experience them too.
It wasn't common for, among a chaotic virtual crowd, this to be the father of a twitchuber. It was like a symbiosis, she would start the direct when she knew her papi arrived from work so that he could see her for a few minutes before sleeping and allowed him to reveal a facet of himself that no one in his family knew: A gamer slut.
Sometimes cosplaying, sometimes showing off his worked arms or abdominals, this week had given it to the beat 'em up River City Girlsfrom there the name of his accountBeat'Em CarlyIt was fanatical about those games and every time her female wrestlers received significant damage, she would take the opportunity to mock their cries of pain by making a hentai parody of them accompanied by an ahegao face, which became a habit in each game when a female character let out a cry of pain. Each channel had to have its own imprint and she had achieved her goal with flying colors, seeing as many paid her to make those obscene faces live.
Coinciding with her, with her index finger under her chin, indicated that he wanted to kiss her. Carlita stretched to reach her father's lips and this almost licked her mouth, sucked her sloppy lips, tongue, and introduced his own into her daughter's mouth, twisting it around the inside of her mouth. Their tongues met outside their mouths, caressing each other like autonomous creatures free from the cage of their lips.
Now you can keep going. - He said, relishing with the taste that had remained in his own daughter's mouth, a mixture of flavor and cock with white saliva.
No, you didn't have to say it, we're just starting, obvious that I'll keep going with my treat.
Carl returned to her position and after letting out a juicy, bubbly spit that she had to spread with her hand, resumed the cock sucking, struggling to swallow the whole member with serious difficulties, until her eyes became entangled and couldn't help but get wet... it was a very long and thick trunk that no matter how much lubrication there was in the world would make it slide down her throat. Every time she tried, the glans made contact and due to the position of her head, the angles didn't coincide for her to be able to swallow the penis entirely. It was a logical question, the throat was pointing downwards and the erect penis was aiming at her brain.
Don't overexert yourself, papi is pleased with how you're doing, you're a good girl. - The reconforted by caressing her hair, cheek, and pulling out the cock from her mouth.
- In my fantasies I would eat her whole until my nose hit your hairs and my chin on my balls. – He said while licking the glans and from its tip to the base of the trunk. – It seems that there is a big gap between saying and doing.
- It doesn't matter, love, I'm very satisfied anyway. – Then the man took his cock and as if it were a lever, put reverse so that his testicles would be exposed. – Now you can keep going here, relax your laborious throat a bit. If you demand more, you'll get hoarse and won't be able to transmit live.
- Injecting suspense into the situation, she went up to her father's testicles with her tongue when it made contact with the rough surface, leaving out a nervous giggle that forced her to cover her mouth with her hand.
- Is it too much, kid? If you're uncomfortable, you can keep going...
- No, no! Papi, it's just... I wonder which one came out, if from the left or the right. – She said, caught in a fit of laughter. – At some point these little balls were my home.
- You and your occurrences Carlita, don't forget about your mom, only part of you came out of me, silly girl.
- With a smiling laugh, she pressed her mouth to the scrotum and began giving it long licks, from the most southern point to the birth of the front hair. She was pushing her tongue between both balls, separating them, then bringing them back together with her tongue and kissing them, getting some salty and oily skin in her mouth. Everything Carla did, she did very devotedly.
- It seems that my little girl practiced a lot to give such a gift to her papi. – He observed without any surprise. - Was it all theory or fieldwork?
- Well, yes, I was a bad girl no doubt, I just didn't want to get here without knowing anything. It was important to do it well so I instructed myself quite a bit. – She confessed before putting one testicle in her mouth and sucking it. Like it was a delicious sweet, even closed his eyes and did it.Mmm, mmm, mmmWhile sucking on the egg.Oooh, oooh, ooooh…- The man groaned feeling his testicle being massaged inside Carlita's mouth as she revolved it with her tongue, then moved on to the other one, already sticky from all the saliva that had fallen on it. He repeated the process in each one, again and again, until he brought them together, squeezing them at the base to form a scrotum raceme that Carlita, delivered, took into her mouth, putting them both in at once.
She sucked, nodded again, licked, like a Swiss Army knife unfolding all its tricks, bringing her father to the forbidden orgasm with the excellence of the watchmaking of that country.
- Are you going to let Daddy fill your face with cum? – She asked, seeing her nodding like a possessed one.
- Wherever Papa wants, I'll receive his cum... - She accepted, seeing Norberto start to masturbate and her giving him rapid tongue lashes like a snake at the tip of the glans, from where a stream of semen would flow. – I'm ready, let me have the little brothers all over my face... that's what you've wanted for a long time, painting a mask with your semen on me. -Oh, oh, oh, ahYes, like that, like that, like that... - The man victim of a contraction lifted his hip as if he had been hit by a strong electric current. The meat curtains relaxed and opened fire against Carla's innocence multiple times, leaving her face looking like a swamp creature, clear, she had entered unconventional waters.
When the father of the year opened his eyes (he had closed them almost unconsciously) he saw his daughter's face all smeared, with dangling semen of different consistency running across it. Like a chameleon catching an insect, he stuck out his tongue and let a shot be caught by it to taste the semen of his papi. After savoring and swallowing it, he couldn't be more satisfied with having achieved making his beloved papi reach an eruptive orgasm.
- Was I good? Do you like my gift? – She asked while her papi gathered several threads of sperm with his thumb for her to consume.
- It was the best gift a father can receive, no doubt. – He admitted without stopping the sperm shots from going into Carlita's mouth, which she sucked on his fingers every time he brought her a thick seminal glob. – You've always been a little piggy, reminding me of when you filled your face with sauce eating noodles... you've always been my favorite little pig.
- Well... - She expressed finally getting up (her knees had been numb for so long) – I have bad news, we're at the farthest point from the next day's father, I'd say we made an important checkpoint to advance tomorrow.
Carlita turned around and knowing she was playing with fire, knowing a man like him could lose control and subject her to every imaginable way (and others she didn't imagine) against one of his expensive furniture until it came crashing down like in a shootout scene, lifted her mini skirt to show off her perfect and hard ass tangled in front of him, which she wagged with boldness for several seconds while Her man was licking her. - I was a very bad girl, this tiny ass deserves some good corrections so that it stops being a slut. – She said without stopping him from showing his father's butt to her. Of course, she had a thong stuck between her glutes, but even so, that dental floss couldn't do much to hide such a caramelized durian... and when he arched up a bit the man couldn't resist anymore.
- Father's Day will be a long time coming... - Said Norberto getting up and pressing his cock against the bare skin of her glutes, and one hand on one of her discreet but appetizing breasts. – There's also a lot to go before my birthday, Christmas... I'll have to use my imagination and find a way to earn myself a second wish.
The guest's hands were massaging her lemons, rubbing her nipples through the top with their thumbs, feeling how they still reacted under the fabric... his cock stiff and eager for more, continued to rub her glutes, looking for a comfortable position... although it could be considered the ideal moment to commit the flagrant crime, Carla took her miniskirt and suddenly lowered it, ending the dangerous franeleo.
- When you think of something, let me know, otherwise I'll have to come up with something myself. – Admitted Carla giving her erect father a sidelong glance to go to the bathroom... - Excuse me, papi, I need to wipe off the semen from my face. – She expressed with a naturalness that undoubtedly made her deserving of some good whippings.
- Go ahead, heart. – Said her father watching her walk into the bathroom all rounded and swaying that fruit that on any other day would make more than just look at it, more than rub it.
Although a catastrophe had occurred that could well disturb the existence of anyone, Carlita faced the following days with admirable stoicism, seeking to contain the excitement she felt for having seen her father's cock, having tasted it, milked it and even tasted its salty and thick juice. There were too many things to hide and she, who had a lot of experience... Hiding things, he overcame it heroically day after day. Only in front of the mirror in his father's luxurious bathroom, Carlita let out a silent, mute scream, loaded with relief and euphoria from finally having dared to do what she had desired so much.
Just as the water flowed with the semanal residues of her face on the sink, old Carla, silly, cowardly, was also pouring down the drain.
Beyond some suspicious glance from her older sister during her almost furtive (and prolonged) visit, the total indifference that the younger one had towards her (immersed in her own world of popularity and diva-like behavior typical of her age), Carla resumed her normal activities and only had contact with her father on subsequent Twitch direct streams, where she already enjoyed a radiant sequel to River City Girlswho had squeezed the juice out of him for several hours. He had completed the 29 achievements of the first part live and directly in front of the attentive gaze of his number one follower:Boomer81NorbyOn a day that she thought would be normal, Carla returned to her usual gym, El Centurión, thinking about the routine of that day, the playlist she had prepared on Spotify and buying something with what she earned from her direct shows. That urban and active place even at midnight transported her to her own inner world where there were no worries, only projections of herself into the future while, besides, doing something good for her unusualforms.
Although I had a luxurious night instructor (a precious mulatto with clear eyes who wore Bermuda shorts and was still muscular even in temperatures below zero), I didn't need his guidance, so I was surprised to see the stout instructor arrive at my bench of chest just before it started, right when I was finishing putting on gloves and headphones.
- Carla? Can I bother you before you start? – Tony asked with excessive kindness. The gymbroperfect, educated, hardworking, discreet and respectful with the one who was a pleasure to train. I still didn't know if he was Cuban, Venezuelan or a perfect Latin American mix with the exquisite ingredient of English manners. A well-deserved rest from the trashiness and vulgarity with which Carla spent her days. – We have a new arrival and I'd like him to use this bench because it's the one closest to my desk. I want to keep an eye on him so we can help him out. – Said flexing his arm until inflating a bicep like a balloon.
– Of course, Raúl! I'll move to the back benches, don't worry. – Clearly from those machines you couldn't see the nocturnal charms of the city and the passersby, but Carla already had a fresh playlist with which to travel to other realities... or so she thought. In her naivety, she thought it would be just another training day.
– Hi, excuse me, were you ready to start? – Said with some guilt the new arrival, who would end up using that bench. A man who hadn't done any physical activity in years and seemed like the typical father who, terrified of aging, wanted to rescue himself at the last minute.
– No problem, Norberto, here we're all comrades, Carla is one of our most faithful sisters, don't make a drama about moving around.
– No, no drama. – Admitted with an uncontrollable smile seeing his father in a place where he never thought he'd see him. – Welcome to a new life, Norberto, something tells me this gym will really suit you and we're going to get along very well.
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