My daughter, my passion

I will leave our ages to the taste of your imagination. From an early age, I felt excitement when hugging and sleeping with my daughter Aninha. Innocently or not, I often pressed her child body against my sex and slept (or pretended to sleep). I began avoiding those contacts by summarizing my caresses and kisses and hurried embraces.
But Aninha played a terrible game of seduction. At the first appearance of her breasts, she insisted on showing me, asking me to touch them. I caressed her without grace and unpretentiousness. When I separated from his mother for reasons that should not be revealed, visits became rare since they moved to another city in Rio's metropolitan region. Ana decided to spend holidays with me, to relieve her mother who had befriended a coworker 10 years younger than herself. Years later, Aninha was already exhibiting more pronounced boobs.
- Dad, I want to take a bath like in the old days.
I agreed, as she always bathed in it. But the thought of seeing her breasts and hair on her little lap bothered me. Anna looked shameless, took off her clothes like a child still. I stood there contemplating her beauty, how graceful she was with long white smooth wet hairs that gave her an infantile look. I didn't hold back to gaze at her vulgar, disguised boobs; I rubbed my shoulders against them and turned her tightly clenched buttocks into dance routines. I'd close my eyes and think about that little body, already the same height as her mother, 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing 150 pounds with good health.
There I was and there I stood watching television when my daughter sat next to me, forcing me into a corner so that she could lie with me. Deep down, deep down, I guessed she would do it. That's why I didn't go in my room to watch TV. She feared for me in such an enabling environment. Ana's body exuded an intoxicating perfume; her wet hair moistened my shirt. She pushed me with her own body until we were both huddled together on the couch. My warm body and hers cooling from the bath. I got excited and she noticed, squeezing her belly against my chest.
He seemed to be fighting, pushing me with his belly glued on my dick, pretending he didn't realize how hard it was.
And over and over again, she would do it. She'd hold me in her arms with her belly glued to my dick and rub against it while pushing me back, begging for a little bit of help. I liked that joke so much that the cock started swelling up from thinly-wrapped lubricant beating down on the flickering pajama shorts; Annika was gasping as if breathing at the height of my neck; every now and then my beard brushed against his face. It felt like this touch made him shiver. The worst thing had happened: not only did my daughter love this contact -- maybe even more than I loved it all along. And I announced that I would get up and go to my room with the excuse of being sleepy.
Lying in bed, I seemed to communicate telepathically with Little Annie calling for her to come inside. Counting the minutes until she came towards me as usual. On the couch she didn't show any innocence; on the contrary, she looked too sure of herself. I thought about when I put my hand behind her back and went down till I made sure that she wasn't wearing underwear. It was a short silk sweater. I resolved not to quarrel with my feelings, did not pray to drive away temptation like I had decided to do. The force of my thoughts seemed to attract little Anir who entered calmly into the room quietly and lay beside me. I was on my stomach staring at the TV and she lay next to me, glued her body onto mine. She threw a leg over me. I felt the softness of silk. Her right hand on my chest and the silky leg slid down looking for contact with my dick. As she touched my stick with her knee it seemed as if she wanted to calculate its dimensions. In this, I compressed her body against mine.
I didn't say a word. Neither did I. She slid her little hand over me, went through my hair, stroked the beak of my breasts and walked down with it as if she wanted to see me by touch. Only TV on, lights alternating. When the small hand reached the danger area, she was caressing my combs, stretching out the hairs that wrapped around the pike in an extremely exciting caffé. The pike looked like it would explode when he pressed his fingers together and tried to wrap it into her hand. Impossible. My thorax is not big stuff. But it's extraordinarily thick. It's 18 by 15 in circumference, measured with tape measure to report on an Internet chat room.
Ana's hand stood there investigating, feeling the hardness of it, the lubricating fluid that was flowing. She found out that the more I squeezed down and pulled up, the more shit came out. And she waved her hand. I felt a need to reciprocate the same inquiry. She understood my intention, adjusted her body to receive contact from my hand. Reached for his little vulva, furballs, cricket, and felt how full of passion he had become. There I sat, circling with my finger around his cricket; heard him groan and breathe deeply. Finger twisted slowly and reached a point of resistance. He could feel touch. It was the gourd, which resisted contact with your finger.
Without uttering a single word, Aninha pulled me to face her. She grabbed my tray and began rubbing it on the frost in an itchy manner. A delight I almost laughed at when noticing that the fluids of love seemed to be descending through her leg as she moved. My daughter was amused so much that she fainted over me. She stood there recovering from this effort never experienced before.
Repeatedly, she came over me. I listened to all her orders in silence: opened my legs so that he could lay his little body between my thighs and put the bottle on the straight side of my dick. He took the stick and leaned against the crack, rubbed it, released his hand just like when he first made fun of me and stood there balancing this chest at the mouth of the bucket forcing its entry very slowly. Her hair got stuck and once again she threw them backwards. I couldn't embrace it because it was hanging all the time above my body, balanced itself on the head of the stick, forcefully entering and groaning with each stroke. He gritted his teeth and sucked the air, screaming as if it would give him more strength, more endurance.
- Does it hurt? I had to ask.
- Ta delicious... <unk> answered without stopping trying to get the penetration that he was afraid of, as I confessed later.
I felt the bucket almost wrapped around my pyro head, burning everything. I thought she wouldn't last long in that position with her arms outstretched and the xanax on my chest. I decided to take it upon myself and she didn't object. She leaned over sideways and went upstairs. Beautiful and serene, eager to be penetrated and muttering:
Put it in, come on.
I kissed her mouth. She didn't know how to kiss, and she soon learned to suck my tongue. Her erection seemed three times stronger than before. I had to push the cock away so that it could be sucked from her peckerless breast. She was delirious but preferred a dick stuck in her little bosom, which I promptly answered. The bowl looked bigger, enlarged enough for my torso. I did all of this over again by looking at her and kissing her as she writhed around like she wanted to bury her bucket on my stick upside down. Legs closed and the cock lay there in the crevice going back and forth until it bumped into the headstock. I felt that her head was firmly in the ground, and as she squeezed my legs together... ..I made sure it wouldn't penetrate at all.
Anny went into a total delirium, moaning loudly and panting. The bottle had popped all over her head. I felt my father's beard rubbing against the rings of his vagina. Instinctively he gave in. He opened up his legs and let his chest slide inside the bottle. It seemed to burn my dick those meats. I put it more slowly. I don't know where she got so much strength from. Her vagina looked like there was no end. When I buried everything and my combs touched hers I felt that I could hold out for much longer and started putting food right back in. Fucking as it deserved.
- Does it hurt?
- Yeah, a little bit of whining and moaning.
- So I'm going to take...
"No", she shouted.
I forgot she was a girl, that it was her first time. In fact for me she'll always be a girl. And I fucked her like grown-up people are used to doing and buried, pulled up, forced sideways, making the head of the stick touch her insides.
- Oh, dad. I'm getting fucked all over again.
And he enjoyed losing his breath, the heart almost coming out of his mouth. He must have laughed many times but it was missing the main one, a strong joke. I was already in my luggage, tired but full of hotness, with a stick to laugh at. Little girl made me turn around to stand on top and stood up. She got cocky, took my rod and put the entrance of the bottle. Then she let go. With her hands on my body, started penetrating the thick cock into its flesh going up and down dictating the rhythm of fucking stopped wrestling with her hair and could not see her face, her brave, gluttonous, happy little girl's face. There was some chemistry between us, and Ana noticed when I was making fun of her.
Dad, it's getting really hard.
I couldn't say anything but scream the same way your mother did when we were having fun together. The bucket was throbbing, it seemed to strangle my cock inside while I enjoyed the greatest amount of fucking in my life and she collapsed into my body exhausted, satisfied. It wasn't as stiff anymore. Slippery, soft and sore that Nanya tried to keep stuck within herself. And when the molenga piru came out, he let loose a little cry of agony. We slept like this, tied up. I woke up early and smiled at him so he wouldn't wake up. I struggled with my thoughts, with the remorse and anger that I felt towards myself. I was looking for an excuse, rehearsing what to say, how to behave afterwards. A terrible craving now more pronounced because I had slept well enough rested. After bathing, I went back to bed. Lying down carefully so as not to wake Annette up.
She was awake, got up went to the bathroom and came back without bathing only brushed her teeth. We didn't speak she started caressing me trying to hold my dick now much stiffer I tried to retaliate but noticed that my fingers bothered more than they gave pleasure it had a vulgar flood of stamina
- Come on over <unk> asked with tenderness and peppermint breath.
On her, freed from thoughts, I attached myself to the tightness of that box as my dick was pointing towards the entrance. Now Ana stood on its knees waiting for me. She smiled at me grateful and happy and this encouraged me. The cock would have sunk all at once if I had wanted it. But her face seemed to dictate the rhythm of penetration. Then a grimace indicated pain; a serene countenance seemed to ask to bury more. And I buried it. And fucked with taste and delicacy. It stings deeply, brush by brush. At a certain point, the dwarf lifts her legs to facilitate deep penetration. I give her a hard punch and she tries to pull up her mouthpiece by forcing it upwards.
It's like this, it goes deep.
It was the explosion of pleasure... the heat from my vagina, the strangulation of my dick, the walls in that bottle all made me crazy too.
Push deep, push it hard.
I did more than what she asked me to do, and then I started wanting to shake that little bottle of water off her shoulders and we were having fun together sweating and screaming. That day was promising, but I figured the best way out would be not comment on it at all as if nothing had ever happened so in the morning we left for the grocery store
- Dad, I want more.
I felt my dick start to grow with that proposal. It was like coming home and starting all over again, dying for a little kiss from her but afraid of looking at how childish it was. Promised myself I'd suck in the dark. Couldn't wait until nightfall. Lashed hair around the xanax, licked big lips before going into actual sucking, stuck tongue on hard latch, went through every mouthpiece bottom-up, pushing as deeply as possible this tough agile tongue down your vaginal canal. He relaxed, and his finger went in for a squeeze. I paddled faster around every grill until she made fun of me. I wouldn't let him suck my cock because he had another intention: to get into her little pocket.
I wasn't ready for that. The idea came to me at once. I took a chicken egg, broke the shell and pulled out the white one. I dipped my finger in there and kept passing it through its groove, slowly sticking my finger inside trying to expand the opening. Ana was twitching with pleasure. When I felt I had gotten into the right spot I licked her butt and peck with lots of eggnog and went in. Anna opened her asshole with both hands. A pink hen appeared eager, virginal and put the head of my stick over here. She let go of her hand and she could feel his flesh stretch against my staff. I pushed as slowly as possible.
I thought it would be easy. There was lubrication. I returned with my fingers until she felt safe to receive the stick.
I swear to God, if I scream don't stop.
She clutched up her ass and stuck my head, taking advantage of the dilation. Anna didn't care about anything; she did everything to please me but moaned a lot when it got into her arse and became entangled there in the doorway. Ana was breathing with open mouths, eyes wide-open. I realized that and threatened to pull out, but she demanded that I get involved. And I made sure that after the head all would be resolved. She screamed and noticed that once enraged pain gave way to pleasure. And wanted to stay on four feet, going back and forth with the stick at his heels. Everything buried, she seemed to want more and again hallucinated ready for fun. She mocked him like a madman, screaming and trembling in her voice because of the blows I gave to make fun with.
I hope one day to be able to count how many of us have walked and in what way we've solved this dilemma in our lives.