Perverse or perverted <unk> the little whore

Everything changed one weekend when my wife had to go on a business trip, and I had to come home early because of some sudden malaise. So I went by Dr. Mendonça's office, took the serum and made it through the day. When I got home, I almost suffered a heart attack. There was this laundry trail that started in our living room all the way back to our bedroom. The only thing that came into my head is that some son-of-a-bitch has been stalking one of my girls. It certainly couldn't be Ana Paula, 'cause if she wanted to have sex with her fiancé they would do it at their shared apartment rather than our family house. The shock was so terrible that I had to sit down for a moment. My hands were shaking and I could not calm myself at all.

And so, trembling and staggering I went to the room where I could already hear them both moaning. I thought of opening the door at once and catching whoever was in the room but felt a sudden malaise that robbed me of my strength. All I could do was crack open the door. From the angle from which I stood it wasn't possible to see directly into the bed, but through the wardrobe mirror I could see Priscilla, my little girl's best friend, paying for a kiss with an unknown man.

I can't tell you how much of a relief it was for me, and even though what I saw was something really unpleasant, an immeasurable disappointment to see this girl that I thought so whole-heartedly - the daughter of my best friends, evangelical too - sucking on some guy in the same bed where I loved my wife over and over again, still it was 1,000 times better than seeing any of my princesses do that. All that went through my head was, "Wow! I'm so glad she's not my daughter". It was such a selfish thing to do, such petty comfort, that for a few moments there was nothing I could do but stand half-bowed and completely relieved at the door.

That's when she saw me. At that damned hour, she took the roll off her face and looked at me and smiled and sucked it again looking into my eyes like a little show as if I were some kind of neighborly voyeur. "What a piranha", I thought. She was on all fours in bed and upon seeing me turned her bag over to my side with her tail sticking up against mine so I could see her wet cheekbones, tight chin, juicy breasts and angel-like countenance. It was as though she invited me to fuck her. As if offering me this wonderful ass. As I fell on my face, she stroked her pussy in ever-faster movements. I know what I should have done: kicked them both out of the house and told their parents everything that would disgrace her friendship with my daughter but at least keep my little princess safe from that slutty whore. But Priscilla there smiling to me was a portrait of her mother twenty years ago when I was nothing more than an overwhelmed teenager and she was the best girl in school. The same fiery-colored hair, the same juicy breasts... the same slender build... and that little round bump.

And as she sucked, the bitch. The guy's dick, which was not small, disappeared completely into that little angel mouth and reappeared in a delirious back-and-forth. It could be seen on this girl's face how much she liked it. Her eyes would glow. She held her stick with taste and sucked loudly. This is exactly what I imagined her mother doing to me in my younger days.

And she kept staring at me, and when her mouth wasn't completely taken over by the peck on her face... she would smile in complicity.

After a few minutes, the guy announced his orgasm. The little bitch started sucking on the tip of his dick more vigorously while her delicate hand was savagely punching it. From the man's screams I could tell that he had been enjoying himself enough by filling Pri's mouthpiece with his warm milk. She got up from bed in such a graceful and sensual gesture that I almost enjoyed myself right there in my pants, looked me straight in the eye through the mirror and swallowed all the fucking face down with a lecherous smile.

All my desire for her mother, Laine came back to me in an instant... all the secret handshakes every time I spied on her changing into a woman's dressing room.

Perverse or perverted <unk> the blanket

I almost walked into that room and grabbed her.

I'm not denying it, but I ran into the bathroom and touched the fastest hand job of my life... barely had a hand in my poop when he spit his dick all over the toilet bowl.

I wandered around downtown for hours, and in the evening when it got cold, I came home. The clothes that had been thrown indiscriminately into my living room were gone; so was the molecule.

My girls were home, all three of them.

I asked why Ana Paula wasn't with her fiancé, and found out that she had caught him with another woman and was spending time at home because she didn't want to see the guy anymore. Despite my advice, she wouldn't even consider breaking off their engagement. She said she loved him and everything else.

Ana Paula is my proudest daughter, but the big truth was that this bastard had made her fall in love and she just couldn't live without him anymore.

After a few hours, she had managed to calm down and while I watched TV in the living room with my girls, she prepared dinner.

I'd already partly forgotten what had happened that afternoon. When the doorbell rang and Little Red Riding Hood went to answer it, I didn't even think about her until I heard her voice. My breath was short when this voice which has been so dear and familiar over the years resounded through the room. So hard did she seem at that moment. "Fuck me", she said in my imagination, "fuck me like you always wanted to fuck my mother. Fuck me, asshole".

Renatinha promptly embraced her, the two of them laughed together. She settled down next to me under the covers as she always did since I was only a father for her friends and she was my best friend's daughter. She kissed my face like she had done before but there was an electricity in her lips that had never been there before. I was gasping for breath, and it seemed to me that everyone in the room could hear my heartbeat. She put her hand underneath my trousers and pulled out my roller coaster. Only the glow of the TV on lit up the room, but the back-and-forth on the blanket became too apparent; there was no way my daughters wouldn't have noticed their friend punching their dad. She kept squeezing my dick and punching me faster and harder until I couldn't take it anymore. And when my middle daughter started to put her hand on my belly,

Perverse or perverted <unk> In the kitchen

I had held Carol's hand to stop her from feeling the semen sneezing everywhere, but it was too late. She looked at me in fright and hurried out of the couch into her room. As soon as I could, I went behind, taking with me that tattered blanket of sperm which I kept in my closet.

I cleaned myself up as best I could and found my face on the door of the girls' room.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, asking to come in.

It took a little while, but soon she's gonna open the door wide.

Carol, I don't know what to tell you... and it was true.

His shy smile caught me off guard.

"It's all right, Dad". She said.

<unk> Do you forgive Daddy, then love?

Of course I love you.

I love you too, honey.

But I wasn't in a position to argue, so I let it slide.

I went to my room and grabbed a clean blanket, but when I got there the TV was off. In that short time upstairs with Carolyn, I thought of all the crazy things Pri could do underneath her blankets on that same couch. The idea of my youngest daughter being around didn't deter me; it just made me hornier.

I heard voices in the kitchen, there was laughter too. When I arrived, I saw Pri and Renatinha with their backs to me near the door. Ana Paula was busy making pots.

I sat in the chair, close to where they both were and started talking with them but my hand reached out until it touched Pri's leg which smilingly came closer than me.

My hand slowly climbed up the inside of her thighs where I felt a mealy steak. It was so wet that its juice had already begun to drip down my legs. Slightly awkward and with my left hand, I pulled out my stick and began a slow fistful while my other hand slipped underneath her mini-skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties at all, and it scared me when I realised this. And as I started rolling around in her skirt she took her hand back and lifted her apron to show me what an adorable little butt she has. I crossed his gullet with my fingers, and in doing so heard a wholly stubborn and involuntary groan come out of his mouth. It was so strong and full of desire that the conversation immediately stopped and Ana Paula looked back to see what had happened.

We were kind of frozen in the scene: her skirt completely up, showing off that tight little bundle; Ra hugging it and looking at her friend with amazement; my oldest daughter holding a spoon and looking half frightened as she looked back; and me cuddling this red-haired nympho who's best friends with my younger sister.

They looked at Pri, but they didn't see my hand hidden by the table and her body tucked up in his ass. My breath was gasping with anticipation. If there were a moment when everything could go home to fuck, it would be that one. If Little Red Riding Hood looks back or if her hand slips from her friend's waist she will feel her daddy's hand on her little buddy's bundle and shit is gonna hit the fan.

My heart was pounding, but my hands were working more feverishly. The left hand squeezed the dick into one of the tightest fists I'd ever seen and the right held Pri's bundle even tighter. At that very moment my thumb burrowed in her butt causing a spasm and another groan cutting through the air. She leaned against the table so hard her legs trembled.

"Is everything all right, Pri?" my little one asked.

Ana Paula, the older one, seemed to have recognised a desire in those two moans and was at once astonished and something else I could not determine.

<unk> Your stocking is half-fluid... that's all. ...your voice breaks, failing every time my thumb forced its way through your tight little hole.

While my thumb was crawling up your ass, my middle finger found his cricket and played with it.

Is everything all right? I wanted to know Ana Paula If you want, I can take you to the doctor.

"It's all right", Ana Pri said, almost gasping for breath.

You know. Anna spoke as she went back to her pots.

I put my middle finger in her little handkerchief with force and started to move the fingers inside of it, thumb on the butt and middle one on the chin. It began rolling around in my hand while whispering something into Ra's ear. I couldn't hear but also didn't want to. The whole situation was almost leading me to another orgasm.

Her mouth and cousin contracted, biting my fingers that moved wildly in Pri's bowels until she began to mock with a stronger movement. At the same time as I felt the spasms, I saw Priscilla shove her hand into my little girl's ass by squeezing it over her pajamas. Renatinha's eyes widened wide and she even gave me a chicken but didn't complain or do anything to get her friend's hand out of his pocket. I could feel Pri juice licking my hand while watching my little daughter being cuddled upside down by this tramp. That's when I couldn't take it anymore and started mocking, soiling the tablecloth and kitchen floor with my cock.

But when I was about to take my hand out of Pri's ass, she let go and grabbed me tightly. Without understanding it, I looked at her and saw that slutty smile on her face - the same one I had seen in the room while she sucked a stranger! She started pulling my arm forcing me onto the edge of the chair leading me towards Little Froggy. At the same time I knew what she wanted and know that I should have rejected this idea, but my hard-on spoke louder and although I had already made fun of it twice before, my dick was stubborn not to go down and the crazy fever which seized me refused to let go. So then I felt her little bundle. The softness of her pijaminha and firmness of his butt left me ecstatic. Little frog with closed eyes just enjoyed the moment. I did not hold on as strongly as he had done with Priya, lacked courage for that, but also didn't stop lovingly touching your buns.

I stood up from the chair, positioning myself behind Pri with my hard cock leaning against her back as a hand rolled over my little girl's butt.

I squeezed my thirsty dick into the opening of Pri's little drawing, supporting it with my left arm, then forced the entrance. It was much tighter than I had imagined. My cock was compressed by her wet flesh in a vigorous embrace. She looked back and started talking to me:

It's too big.

Those words, along with the low sighs and groans that came out of her little mouth made me crazy. Knowing my baby girl was already beginning to boil over in pleasure on my hand led me into another stage of hard-on a stage forbidden by God and man I felt like a criminal, a monster but at the same time wanted more than just fuck it

My dick entered the Pri, forcing its way through tight and mushy flesh. Every inch was an explosion of pleasure. The forbidden. She was too young and I was too old. I forced my cock into her xana with as much vigour as I pushed my mind to break every taboo that didn't allow me to extract from this experience all the enjoyment I could. Pri was totally surrendered and practically threw her weight on top of my stick. Poor little thing wouldn't even open her eyes while I rolled back and shoved the bag over it to boil and squeeze.

At some point, I felt like it had all come together.

I began to pump slowly, as I squeezed my little bundle more and more eagerly.

Pri leaned on the table and Ra's shoulder.

I started to push faster, harder. Her mouth was biting my dick so tight it almost hurt. My legs were already hurting from the position but I kept moving my hips and beating on that naughty little niece at the same time as my hand finally got into Ra's pajamas and my fingers found her ass she opened her eyes and looked me straight in the eye but didn't say anything her expression was a mixture of terror and excitement she gasped and rolled over onto my hand Pri had begun moaning louder My youngest squeezed my arm with her delicate little hand and said "Oh, Daddy" in a way that was so dengue and so stubborn that I began to mock by grinding my teeth not to scream out this forbidden pleasure for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Pri couldn't stand up, so she sat on my leg and dropped her body onto me.

Ana Paula finally finished her supper, and we had dinner... without saying another word.

There was an unmistakable smell of sex in the air, and there's no way my oldest daughter couldn't have heard those moans.

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