Mejor que él.

Chapter I: The Midnight Hour.

The headache made the dinner with his old friends suspend. Adolorido, as if he had returned from war, he lay on his bed when the pills began to take effect. Without realizing it, he found himself sleeping like a baby; but the insistence in his kidneys told him to wake up.

The sleep vanished. His eyes opened suddenly while his mind cleared. He took several seconds to wake up until he rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses.

He got out of bed and walked quickly to the bathroom.

While unloading, he looked at the hour on his watch. It was 11 pm. His daughter must be home by now. A smile spread across his face thinking about his sweet girl, but it didn't last long.

The bathroom was next to his daughter's room. Since the wall was very thin, he could hear everything, even her breathing. At that moment, two very agitated breaths. He felt like bile rising in his throat and the big smile on his face disappeared.

When the moans cut off the silence of the night, he ran desperately to Sofia's door.

The door was slightly ajar and the image hit him. There she was, naked, lying on her back with her legs open. Between them was a head with black hair. Her breasts were peeking out timidly through the scattered hair on her chest.

His blood boiled. His daughter deserved much more than that mess.

Sofia moaned. She arched her back and her fingers dug into the hair of her, almost husband's. The girl's blonde hair stuck to his face from the heat.

Ricardo was annoyed. Not because he had found her having sex, but because the boy barely moved his head; it was as if he had it stuck in a position. The man remembered the dozens of times he had practiced oral sex on his lovers. He liked opening up their plump lips and sliding his tongue across them. Language all over the little crack. They always called him the denier, because he would spend a good time with his head moving to the sides, playing with that little pleasure button.... All of them ended up satisfied, sweaty, and with a smile of pleasure.

A movement pulled him out of his thoughts, at the same time as it disgusted him. That miserable specimen of a man settled between his daughter's legs, in the typical missionary position, pointing his penis at the central cavity.

His daughter whispered something in his ear and they changed positions. As if he had known that he was there, spying on them, she got down on all fours, pointing her little thing and bum towards the door.

Upon seeing her in that way, he couldn't deny that his little daughter had become an impressive woman.

For the first time, he observed carefully that little piece of sky. The last time he saw her naked, she didn't have any hair.

He was surprised to see that his daughter let her hair grow a bit long. With how feminine she always was, she still led the way with nails and teeth. Therefore, the latest fashion was to leave it so bald that one would feel sorry for caressing that extension of vulnerable and exposed skin. But for Ricardo, the hair gave him a different sensation.

Something he liked very much about Ricardo was grabbing and pulling that hair. His lovers ended up with their eyes glazed over when he performed that task.

The bastard settled on top of his daughter and started to penetrate her... If one could even call it penetration. He had a normal member, but it was quite rough trying to follow a rhythm. He tried to do two thrusts and his penis would slip out, cutting off the fluidity of sex.

Experience and years had taught Ricardo that women liked fluency, along with changes in rhythm. From slow to fast, from a deep and slow penetration to quick and dry thrusts, but the sausage didn't catch up. The minutes passed and it was just the same tick-tock of the clock. He doubted whether Sofia felt pleasure and even betted on it. his cock, which was faking. The man's son appeared on his masculine hip. He noticed how the young man turned, pointing to the ceiling and intuited that his daughter was about to return him that oral sex from the beginning. He was almost going to witness it, but the position they had chosen put him at risk. They could see him. Noticing he was eager to see his daughter sucking and with his cock as hard as stone, he felt nausea. With superhuman force, he returned to his room to try to sleep.

Chapter II: The morning.

Ricardo was in a bad mood. Going to bed with those images and not having downloaded them made him grumpy. He was even more annoyed knowing his daughter blamed him, but she was the one who had brought a boy home.

--I don't know what you see in that jerk because he's a jerk. His face gives it away --he said angrily, watching his daughter retouch her makeup. He probably went to go see that bearded guy.

--Dad, Andrés is my boyfriend for many months, I'm not going to explain it again. I'm happy and we're happy, isn't that what a father wants? --she wasn't going to deny it, but his jealousy was stronger than him.

--You should get someone better. As everyone says: one like dad. A person like me would know how to take care of you... and satisfy you --he couldn't resist his wit and Ricardo almost gave himself away. He noticed his daughter's face turning a reddish color.

--Dad, you're giving me ideas in my head that I'd rather avoid if possible --he didn't know what he was talking about when his mind clouded with the sexual scenes from the night before, which he tried to ignore.

He still had the image of the jerk boyfriend eating out of the hole he created fresh in his memory and his subconscious betrayed him completely. He imagined Sofía lying down with her legs completely open, surrendered to pleasure, and himself on his knees licking that little piece of pink heaven over and over again.

--Well, I think I'd win there too. I never had complaints --at the deduction from his father, Sofía just raised an eyebrow.

--Of course. You're going to demonstrate it all, right? Stop talking nonsense about my boyfriend --he was about to say yes but morality entered into play for the first time. Could he really pass that limit? Would he really show her he was better than him because of his irrational jealousy?

Sofía looked at him in awe as if she didn't understand what was happening. She lowered her gaze towards her crotch and He could observe what had disgusted her.
His cock, independently, was rising. The thin fabric of the Bermuda shorts to combat January's heat did not help and excessively marked the package.

He lifted his gaze and observed as his daughter's breathing grew labored. His member jerked at seeing the young woman biting her lip, but he worried about the tear that slid down her cheek.

Before he could react, the young woman ran out of the door, leaving him alone, with the warmed and confused air like never before.

Chapter III: The Afternoon.

The murmur of the sea used to calm her, but that day it was making her nervous. Alone, away from all the city noise, Sofia reflected on what had happened that day, trying to clean up her smeared makeup.

She had reacted very badly to her father's attitude, but not everything was his fault. She had seen him naked many times before and shouldn't have been surprised by his member. What worried her was how she saw and desired him, like she saw and desired Andrés.

She remembered the day when she accidentally overheard her best friend's mom saying something that turned her perfect life upside down. It's a machine, Ricardo. It doesn't stop until you're half-fainted. And don't even mention how it ate my pussy. I remember and get hot... Yes, I should be careful with what I say because the daughter is sleeping here and look if she overhears me...

She had never thought of her father as a man before, but since that accident, her obsession with him started to grow. She imagined herself over and over again making love to him. What would it feel like to sleep with a man like her father? Would he leave her satisfied and half-fainted? She fed her fantasies with what the woman had described.

That wasn't the worst: every time she had sex with Andrés, she thought of her father. She wouldn't blame her current boyfriend for anything, but being young like her, it was clear how inexperienced she was.

Her head clouded over with incestuous images that she tried to repress, along with her tears. She was going crazy and knew it could jeopardize the relationship with her father and affect him even more. She had to find a way to solve things somehow.

Chapter IV: The Night.

The clock struck one in the morning. With each passing minute, Ricardo accumulated more fury and hatred. He was almost sure he had spent all afternoon at the reckless one's house, taking what was his. And all because of his tongue and cock. Jealousy consumed him that same afternoon and he couldn't do anything but fuel it. He wished he could turn off his mind.

Upon hearing the entrance door open, he jumped up from the armchair to immediately scold the young woman for her irresponsible disappearance.

Where were you? he asked without beating around the bush. The young woman didn't respond as she headed towards her room. I know you're angry, but that's no excuse for leaving like that. I was worried sick. I tried calling you but left your phone here - since Andrés also didn't know where you'd put it - and made me talk to myself, damn it. At least respond to me.

Just as he entered the room, Ricardo grabbed Sofia by the arm with force and forced her to look at him. The sadness in her eyes shattered his strong wall of anger, making him feel the greatest guilt.

Sofia couldn't take it anymore. She hugged her father and gave herself over to the crying that had cost her so much to hide.

She didn't know how, but from standing by the door of her room, they ended up lying in bed together. He rested his head on her father's chest and he stroked her hair. Tears had stopped a long time ago, but she didn't want to ruin the moment with her father.

I... I was at the coast, she replied, thinking about this morning - lifted her head off his chest and looked him in the eyes - Sorry, Dad, but I couldn't control my emotions this morning and... And... I love you, Daddy so much.

Me too, my princess, he responded, stroking her chin. Sofia loved her father's endearments, and like a kitten, she leaned against his hand. Daughter, I've already passed your age. You're leaving adolescence behind... It's tough the world of adults –Sofía nodded. She noticed her father was laughing and asked him with a glance–. I think you're still having hormonal imbalances and it puts you in a bad mood when you don't get well –Ricardo couldn't take his wit and the shot went off down the barrel. He feared his daughter's reaction to the joke, but he was surprised by her response.

–Maybe.
Father and daughter looked at each other's eyes and both noticed how the atmosphere, for the second time, heated up. Breathing started to agitate, but neither knew how to react.

Sofía turned back to settle into her father's chest. The owner, as usual, stroked her like when she was little and couldn't sleep.

The caresses that initially had the goal of the brown hair began to descend towards the back and reached the fine feminine hip.

The young woman tilted her head to be able to observe her father. He looked at her with a small smile while bringing his face closer.

Sofía closed her eyes. Since she was little, her father had always been very affectionate with her. He used to kiss her forehead, cheeks, and neck. This wasn't new but in that instant, with the fresh chat and overflowing feelings, she couldn't help but get excited and take those kisses as something passionate instead of fraternal.

Ricardo noticed, with fear, how the young woman was moving. Was she going to move away? Had he misinterpreted his kisses?

For his relief, he moved in a way that her head remained leaning on him.

The distraction of his thoughts gave way to a new situation: his hand, which had landed on her pelvis, was fully extended over the tiny ass of his daughter.

In a few seconds, he felt uncomfortable. What would happen now? Would she think he was degenerate? But Sofía already had a plan. Moving her hips, she started rubbing against his hand.

Ricardo felt confused. Was his little girl trying to seduce him? Excite him?

The seconds passed and Sofía was waiting –Would her father touch her? Would he cross the Limits? When she was convincing herself, with pain, that her father didn't want her like she wanted him, she felt as if the paternal hand took life, caressing and embracing, soft but firmly, her buttocks above the skirt she had put on that day. She couldn't help it and a moan erupted from her mouth. Seeking more contact, Sofia adjusted herself by placing her legs on either side of her father's torso. She reclined on top and pulled his hip back, leaving the skirt rumpled between her father's crotch and hers. Ricardo was embracing the female bum with both hands. He was fascinated by the softness and hardness of that extension of flesh. Without wanting to, his hand strayed, caressing the crotch, pulling out a cry of pleasure. The heat and humidity had passed through her daughter's bloomers. Seeking more rubs, Sofia began a rapid oscillation, colliding her pubis with the masculine one. She didn't know if it was the excitement of the moment, the accumulation of emotions or knowing that the man beneath her was her father that led her to an orgasm so strong she had no strength even to support herself. In a second, Sofia found herself lying on top of her father, trying to breathe and feeling the last spasms of pleasure. When she recovered, Sofia stretched out and settled down, supporting her entire body on his hands, at each side of the man's head who loved her most in life. She was dying to kiss him, but the expression on his face alarmed her. 'Dad, what's wrong?' –she asked while trying to guess that feeling. The one closest was guilt. 'This is wrong, daughter' –she expected that response. 'Don't think about it. I love you and you love me too. I know. Don't overthink it' –with a deep sadness, Sofia returned her head to the masculine chest while deviling her mind thinking of how she could convince her father otherwise. The breathing became slow. She diverted her gaze and could appreciate her father's swollen member. She had finished and he He was there, so tense... To hell he thought.
The ceiling was his only vision. He didn't dare look at the scene. He could feel the female body warm and wet from his daughter's ride in her Bermuda shorts! His own daughter!
He had so many things crossing his mind that he almost got scared when he felt the caress on his cock.
Sofia - he whispered, trying to make him stop the hypnotic swing -
Please, daughter. This is...
Shh! - he silenced him -
At least let me return the pleasure you made me feel, Dad. Then if you want... We'll finish... All - the last phrase moved him. He could hear the tears sliding down his cheeks and the slight warmth they left on his stomach. He hated making her suffer so much.
Sofia didn't miss the opportunity. As soon as she sensed her father's acceptance, she undid the button of her pants and ran her hand over the fabric that separated her from the tool of such magnitude.
Sofia was amazed. It was as if her father's cock greeted her, standing up pointing towards her.
With a trembling hand, she passed her fingertips from bottom to top. Her father took a deep breath and that motivated her to continue.
She had masturbated many times to Andrés, but the nerves betrayed her, leaving her looking like an inexperienced girl.
Trying to circle the member, she couldn't even brush against the tips of her fingers.
A masculine hand with gray hair appeared in her field of vision, grabbing her hand and closing it tightly around the member. As she wondered if it hurt or not, the ascending and descending movement took off.
Like that - a gruff voice whimpered. He let go of her hand and she had control again.
Every time her hand went down, she would discover the small cherry on top of the venous member.
It tempted her so much that, without realizing it, she leaned her cheek against the male belly, trying to get closer to that hypnotic bar.
Sofía felt dry lips. As she pulled out her tongue to moisten them, she brushed against that tip. Sweetness flooded him and, wanting more, he licked it as if it were a palate. The more he savored, the more he wanted. Why did he feel so different from his experiences? he wondered.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself struggling with the cock, trying to fully insert it into his mouth.

It had been minutes since Ricardo couldn't control the situation. He had to stop her from the start, but his body betrayed him, leaving him lax and enjoying his daughter's mouth.

The young woman didn't expect it. The viscous liquid made contact with her tongue.

Without hesitation, he began to swallow that caudal river, savoring the salty and intoxicating taste.

Giving him the last licks, Sofia left the member clean.

She turned her face and observed her father, fearful. She found him with his eyes closed and a disheveled expression from pleasure.

Ricardo was exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. The little girl had squeezed everything out of him.

When he tried to breathe normally, he felt like lips were kissing him.

He opened his mouth, and her tongue penetrated it, deepening the kiss and overflowing with passion beyond moral limits.

He felt a great emotion when his father responded to the kiss. With his hands, he caressed her cheeks with a little beard that tickled her palms. He lifted them up and brought his fingers to her ruffled hair, pulling it gently.

He brought his hands to her torso. As his calloused fingers caressed her soft skin, the rosy remera of his daughter began to disappear, showing off the smooth, atrophied belly.

Two things surprised him: the first was the ring in her navel, which he never knew about. Later, he would ask for explanations about this act of rebellion.

The second was the striking inner garment. Over the belt of her skirt, the elastic of her bloomers stretched out, with Daddy's girl written on it.

He searched for her gaze and said... He raised an eyebrow. He observed how she blushed and caressed her abdomen barely touching his fingers. He felt the shiver that ran through his body.

He finished removing the fabric and in front of him appeared the small but appetizing breasts.

The red color of the bra enhanced the whiteness of her skin. It seemed marvelous to him, but he knew it would be better without it.

Like an expert in the matter, he detached the brooch and lowered the straps.

As he removed it, he observed the nipples, where the shiver had its consequences. They were erect and begging for attention.

Sofia felt very sensual. Her father's desire gaze and her tongue licking her thick lips excited her more than she was.

Joining his index finger and thumb, forming a pincer, Ricardo initiated a slow torture. He twisted them, pulled on them, squeezed... The sharp moans swirled around him, achieving a second erection in the middle of that summer night.

The contact of her nipples with his paternal hands burned her. The young woman arched, pulling her tits forward to feel more the teasing.

She brought her mouth to the pink protuberances, sucking as if she expected cum.

Sofia couldn't stay quiet. Her mischievous mouth was killing her with pleasure.

Biting and pulling on the left nipple, Ricardo lowered his hands to his daughter's hip to remove her short, pleated black skirt.

Ripping her mouth from her nipple, Sofia pulled her father's head back and kissed him deeply.

'I want more, daddy' - she begged.

'Do you feel sure?' he looked at her eyes and got excited seeing the security in them. The young woman nodded.

Sofia watched as her father finished undressing. He took off his shorts and kicked them away, ending up on the floor with his shirt and undershirt.

He brought his hands to her feminine hips. He knew that with each step, he was getting closer to committing sin, but he acted almost by inertia. He moved without rationalizing those movements.

He tried to unbutton it, but the nerves Their hands became useless.

With patience, Sofia led her hands backward and managed to do so. She lowered the zipper and with a movement worthy of any artistic gymnastics show, she removed her skirt.

When she was about to remove her panties, her father stopped her.

--Let her go --he ordered.

Returning to kiss her, he ran his hand over his almost naked daughter's body. The softness of her cheeks, the length of her neck, and the small marked breasts until he reached her stomach.

'The girl of daddy' read one and another time, 'the correct phrase for that moment' thought as she sat up, positioning the girl on her back.

She didn't know what to expect until she felt her father's mouth descending, spreading kisses with a slight warmth that bet on being the tip of his tongue over the entire length of her belly button.

Ricardo settled between the white legs, blowing on her stomach, watching as the small body twisted.

He opened his mouth and placed it on the mount of Venus. He bit hard and stretched the black fabric.

He listened to a cry echoing off the walls, but didn't realize it was hers. The heat accumulated in her pussy, soaking completely. She tried to open her legs even wider while mentally begging her father to keep going. But before satisfying her, her father surprised her.

--I didn't go out with my friends yesterday --he began--. My head hurt and I decided to stay. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until midnight --he frowned as he tried to figure out where his father wanted to go--. I went to the bathroom and listened to strange sounds coming from your room. I peeked through the door and saw you with... with your boyfriend --Sofia was stunned, did her father spy on them?--. You don't know the hatred and impotence I felt, but it didn't bother me that they were in full sexual intercourse. It bothered me to see that he wasn't interested. I want to see you with a guy who makes you come, not with that sausage who doesn't know what to do with this --he caressed his pubis--. Now you'll see that I can be better than him.

Finalized his confession, he appreciated how the man ran to one side of the garment and gave it a tongue slap for all its tear.

He posed his mouth on the end of the mount of Venus and the playful tongue moved towards all sides.

Not only that, but the whole face was moving, causing a light tingling in all the areas where his beard rubbed.

His body started to contort, as if wanting to escape.

Ricardo noticed the tension in his body. He had many urges to make him have an orgasm, practically since he saw her with Andrés, to show him what he was missing by going out with that idiot. With a little anger, he increased the pace and gave the finishing blow: pulled a bit of pubic hair.

Sofia struggled to breathe. Sweat soaked her body and her throat closed up, blocking the oxygen she needed to live.

She stayed in a relaxed position for five minutes, trying to move or react to her father, who was caressing her face without stopping.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. A complicit smile appeared between them, ending in a strong hug, as if they never wanted to separate.

Ricardo held the small body tightly and positioned it on top of him. He wanted to see his daughter riding him and whimpering like a possessed one, while she was impaling herself with her member.

Grabbing his snake, he adjusted it, looking for the pink cavity. Helping her, he guided her hip to penetrate her slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt her.

Sofia started to feel very full. The vaginal walls stretched and the position made the tip of the penis touch the deep part of her hole. She desired that moment too much and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. And her father, squeezing him out.

–Let's ride like when you were little –the rough voice ordered. Sofia remembered playing horseback riding and mounting on his knees. With a pause, the young girl ascended and descended, penetrating herself deeply–

More, daughter –he groaned. She located her hands on his chest, in sync He located the young ones in juvenile buttocks. The slow and paused penetrations became rapid and consecutive, but still felt deep. I adored how the glans opened up to the trunk.

Ricardo, on the other hand, adored how the pussy sucked his bar. It marveled him and brought him closer to the final orgasm slowly.

When the young girl went down, the man lifted his hip, seeking a deeper contact. Ricardo observed how the breasts scattered all over the space next to the long hair. He brought his hands towards them and massaged them, trying not to move too much.

The female thighs bumped against the father's legs, recreating a sound like it was a buttock slap.

I desired cum, but not without giving that little piggy a last orgasm.

Releasing one of her breasts, he led his hand to her pubic area and rubbed the button.

Screaming as if the devil had possessed her and her father was the exorcist, Sofia increased the pace of the ride. She felt like the man pulled her pubic hair for the second time, and brought her towards the most forbidden and sinful orgasm. She didn't know what it was yet.

Ricardo bit his lips to not scream with pleasure while filling the big tits with semen and twisting in pleasure.

They didn't know how long they slept. They only woke up when the sun gave them good morning, illuminating the feminine room through the window.

Ricardo woke up and observed the pink walls with white details.

He looked between his arms and filled with love noticing Sofia sleeping like a baby. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, and without wanting to, he woke her up.

Good morning, he greeted her. He searched for her mouth and it corresponded. He felt how the heat took over his body and desired much more. The young girl noticed it and looked at him smiling - Papá, I don't want to look for a boy like you - she became uncomfortable thinking that was a way of cum with this incestuous relationship, but the young girl surprised him - , why should I look for one if I can have you, who are the ' Better? -he asked winking at him.