With the plug behind your ear (part two)

Arnaldo found it very strange that Leandro didn't return his calls; throughout the week, he called him anxious to know how their conversation with Trícia had gone but unfortunately was not successful because most of the time either the therapist wouldn't answer or the phone would give out-of-area status. Overcome by fatigue and frustration, Arnaldo eventually gave up talking to his friend until he received a rather intriguing text message; it said the following: "Dear friend, forgive me for not answering your calls, but these have been very sad days. I'm leaving on an unexpected trip with Soraia because of some personal problems. Don't worry about Trícia. It's all right. Forget that post and life my friend follows". While the message reassured him, Arnaldo sensed that something was wrong; an unexpected trip because of personal problems did not make much sense since Leandro always enjoyed excellent health and Soraia his wife was a fitness enthusiast. Moreover, her friend had always been a balanced person, which is why he left with a flea behind his ear! Realizing that there was no point in continuing to worry about this damned post, Arnaldo decided to unravel the situation once and for all by moving on with his life. And this time came with an opportune extended holiday, in which Tricia suggested that both of them seek a refuge away from the metropolis, to which Arnold acquiesced; they looked for a hotel farmhouse or inn or resort and chose one especially situated on mountainside, which besides being close seemed very discreet and quiet. They left by car on Friday night, arriving at their destination in the early morning; they registered and were accommodated in a beautiful chalet away from others (according to the request made when booking); as it was cold weather, Arnaldo lit the fireplace while Tricia unpacked her bags. The father took the opportunity to open one of the bottles of wine he had brought with him, and when his daughter returned to the living room of the cottage, he waited for her with two cups and some cheese slices that he had improvised. They drank, ate and laughed watching old comedies on cable TV channels; the dawn was advancing and father and daughter were full and relaxed. At some point, the girl got up and ran to her room, he returned wearing a sexy sweater there leaving Arnaldo speechless; his daughter's beauty captivated him, and at that moment he felt a strange sensation running through his body. She sat beside him ... "Dad, can I put my head in your lap?" asked Tricia at one point. "Of course you can, my love!" answered Arnaldo in a tender voice. Tricia then lay down on the couch, resting her head against her father's open legs; Arnold looked at her and they both exchanged smiles. "You haven't had a wife since Mommy..., you know"... asked the girl with one hand stroking his upper thigh over his trousers. "No, my dear", said Arnaldo in a hesitant tone of voice. "Not even to climb", insisted the young woman with painful objectivity. - Daughter! What is this? See if you can ask me something like that. <unk> Arnaldo grumbled, feeling uncomfortable at Tricia's questioning. "Come on, Dad! What a silly thing!" the young woman jokingly remarked. "What else do you have? You're a man... and handsome"... "Of course I've had women, after all I am not made of iron", said Arnold still uncomfortable. "Isn't it?" said Tricia jokingly, as her hand squeezed the volume that had formed in father's trousers. "What's that, daughter?" cried his father trying to get up. -Wait a minute, Daddy <unk> pleaded the little girl, squeezing even more hard volume like rock <unk> let me feel that stiff stick! "What do you mean, feel?" he asked alarmed at what was to come. "I want to feel you, Daddy", she replied looking at Arnold. "No, we can't!" cried the man in despair. What's wrong with that? Arnaldo did not answer, but went to the room where another surprise awaited him; upon entering he saw that the bachelor beds were together! A shiver ran through his spine at the demonic possibility which was drawing in his mind. Immediately he sought a reaction ..., picked up a T-shirt, shorts and a blanket; changed clothes, returning to the bedroom where Tricia remained seated on the sofa. He looked at her, facing her angelic countenance. -Be quiet <unk> he said, lowering his head <unk> you can sleep here ..., I'll accommodate myself in the car ... -No, Dad..., please don't! <unk> pleaded the girl, getting up from the couch and undressing herself completely, displaying her nakedness to her father's astonished eyes. Arnold still tried to resist the sculptural beauty of his daughter; he struggled to look at her as his own...his dear little girl..., but, unfortunately, all was in vain. The male's appeal cried out within him, corrupting his integrity and leaving him prostrate before the desire to possess Tricia like the female of every man's dreams! The atmosphere became tense between the couple in that chalet at the foot of the mountain on a night which would certainly be marked upon both for the rest of their lives. Fate was sealed! Tristan, fearing to lose his father forever, ran up and hugged him tightly, placing her head on his shoulder and pleading with tears: <unk>Please daddy..., don't leave me! Come be my man! My male! My everything!<unk> The warm, deep and luxurious kiss took place between father and daughter; Arnaldo stroked Tristan's naked skin with his hands as he felt the pulse of her limb inside his trousers. It was ragged and hard like a rock! He nearly went mad when Tristan squeezed that huge volume in his hand. Between one kiss and another she whispered: "You see, Dad? She did not hesitate to gobble it up, sucking that delight with all her skill and dedication, causing her father to groan like a madman, stroking his hair and encouraging him to pursue as deeply as he could; at various times Tricia even choked on the scroll rubbing its gluttony, drooling over it without limitations; the incestuous whoring was only just beginning, and she intended to make the most of that night with her father. After nursing long enough, Tricia helped her father undress; she held his hand and led him towards the bedroom. "This I have prepared for our first night!" she said, pointing to the beds together and ready. Arnaldo looked at his daughter and wordlessly preferred to kiss her more greedily. Then he took her into bed, making her lie down and opening up her legs, allowing himself to dip between them, letting his eager tongue meet a mealy vagina and swollen clitoris. Each suck and lick from Arnold made Tricia's whole body tremble, announcing a new orgasm that she celebrated moaning for more; this request was immediately met by her attentive father. And after some time they both had no idea what was going on around them, with Trisha losing track of how many times she had enjoyed herself under the sway of her father's tongue-tipping. Without warning, Arnold stopped the oral sex and climbed on top of his daughter, letting his hard roll find its way into her vagina; penetration was perfect with the rigid member slipping inside Tricia making her groan and twitch like a female in full ecstasy thus obtaining an immediate pleasure! And then there were others always orchestrated by Arnald's intense pelvic movements who didn't even know where so much enthusiasm and vigor came from. They fucked as the night progressed, allowing dawn to come and find them still in full vigorous performance. And there was no respite, for at some point Tricia broke free of her father's manly yoke by becoming a foursome and offering him his little seal in sweet sacrifice; Arnaldo with hallucinating gaze did not go around positioning himself behind his daughter, licking the small hole, and burying his roll with two or three deep strokes. Another unforgettable fuck ensued, with Tricia's anus being sweetly offered to her lover and father! And a thumbtack applied by Arnold bent over his daughter made her experience the joy of teasing, followed by a maddening sequence that made her scream like crazy, wishing for even more. The morning came upon the sleeping couple, overwhelmed by the enormous effort to which they had been subjected the night before. Arnold awoke with Tristan's kisses on his body and for a moment concentrated on whether it was real or not... after all, the beautiful female next to him was his daughter! "Promise me something", Dad asked Tricia, with an almost pleading look. "Whatever you want, my love", answered Arnaldo with a frank smile. -From now on, I want to be your daughter ..., and also your mistress <unk> said Tricia in a pleading tone <unk> I could not bear to see you with another..., I am your female ..., today, tomorrow and always! -I never imagined hearing that from my own daughter <unk> he replied fixing his gaze on her who was eagerly waiting for the answer <unk> Be sure of one thing: From now on, you will be the only woman in my life ... Trisha smiled at him, and they kissed passionately knowing that from then on father and daughter sealed a destiny filled with desire, sex, surrender and passion.