Me and my dad at the ranch hotel.

I was always very religious, and being from a humble family I never had much freedom to date and be available even during school hours... I always had to help around the house, because my mother worked outside as a housekeeper from Monday to Saturday. So my first passion was a teacher in my class: married and over 40 years old. Totally innocent I fell for his lip and ended up with him in a motel... I lost my virginity and I was used in every possible way, sexually. Thinking that I had found my prince charming, being that man's little lover until the end of the school year and also wanting to teach. Upon returning from school, he stopped teaching in my college years and simply disappeared from the map... and I spent several months without wanting to return to study. I began to attend my other night school, and ended up having a boyfriend who seemed like he was going to leave me in a motel. I started to cry and I realized that I was going to do something else. When I started to read the news, I was desperately trying to get away from my father, being the little lover of that man until the end of the school year and also wanting to teach. When I returned from school, he stopped teaching in my middle school and simply disappeared from the map... and I spent almost two months without wanting to go back to school. - Marisa, is this all because of a man? - No, father, it's not no! - Are you pregnant? Oh, my God! - Are you protecting yourself when you have sex? I didn't know what to say, because I hadn't even had sex in months, so I just stared at him in fear. If you have a problem, you'd better talk to your mother. It was logical that I would not tell anything to my mother, who was much more intolerant than my father, fondling me on the face and kissing me on the forehead. - But if you want to talk to me about what's leaving you like this, just look me up, okay? I kept silent about my problems, and got to the point of masturbating using the hairbrush cord. At the end of the year, my father was drawn at the firm where he worked for two weeks in a farm hotel; with a companion, with everything paid. My mother being unable to go, she herself suggested that I go with my father. Logically, I weighed the pros and cons of being alone with my father inside a chalet. But when my father showed me a prospectus of such a hotel, and seeing the attractions that existed there: pool, sauna, trails and horses for walks; and also talking about him that we could return before two weeks if I wished, I accepted the car. In the end, my father, seeing me silent, began to pull the conversation and soon fell into the problem that I was going through. - Did you talk to your mother about your problem? I've decided to forget! - But you're still very sad, aren't you? - A little; more it will pass!... And he was giving me all sorts of advice so that I wouldn't have to worry about breaking up with someone, and that if that was the case, I would have to look for someone else and forget about the old boyfriend. Thinking that it was time to put a little bit of what was suffocating me out, I was slowly talking about dating and when I said that I was disappointed with men, he kept paying attention on the road: - Is he married? - The first one was yes! And it happened to him? I knew he was talking about virginity, so I decided to vent. - Yes, Father, he did it to himself! - And he, after taking advantage of you ended it all, didn't he? I told my own father that I had been with this married man for more than four months; that our dates were always in motels; how I suffered when I found myself abandoned; about my second and also about my third and last boyfriend who discarded me just because I didn't want to have sex with him... I told everything and started laughing at myself; and he also laughed. - So you've decided to become a nun? I was about to be expelled from the convent. When we arrived at the hotel, we could still enjoy a few hours in the pool, and in the room when I saw my father bringing that Bermuda, I asked him why he didn't go with the Songa. I can't do this business of just using a piece of cloth to cover things up. At that time I did not understand what he meant; only the next day when I came out of the pool and went to the chalet to pick up my father who was taking a long time. Arriving at the window, I pulled the curtain with my hand and looking into the room I caught my father completely naked preparing to wear the so bermuda ... As he also saw me, I thought I did not need to hide. I've been at the pool for a while, waiting for you. He stood there with that big, soft little finger hanging between his legs, and turned to my side and didn't seem to mind me a bit either. I was on the phone with your mother, but I'm on my way. I walked back to the pool and I understood why he didn't wear a swimsuit to go to the pool... I was really going to be very indecent with that cane that even soft should make a lot of volume. As I saw him approaching the pool, I was imagining how a man of that size and skinny as my father (1.70 m and +- 70 kg), could have such a big penis... I was imagining if soft had that size, hard would probably look like a head sucker - rsrsrsrsrsrs. When we came out of the pool, instead of going to change, my father decided to rent horses for a ride... There were well-marked trails. For never having ridden a horse, I convinced my father to put a cane for just the two of us. But when he was sleeping and practically clinging to my butt, I was a little bit stuck. We spent a few minutes trying to get the stick out of my animal and rolling on my father's side of the bed, turning my head, hardly allowing him to move his head, and I didn't know that I was going to do anything else, when I sat outside the bathroom with my father's big cane... I felt that I was going to sit in the bathroom with a little bit of clutter on my head, and I didn't care for twenty minutes, and I was going to change my head, and I was going to the bathroom with a little bit more than a little bit of my head... - Dad, can you bring me a big towel? When I saw you getting up to get the towel, I left the door half open and went under the shower. - Can I come in, my daughter? I was trying to control my trembling legs. - You can! I made a tremendous effort not to hide my breasts or my cunt with my hands, he hanging the towel next to the box that had its totally transparent glass. - Do you want me to help you, daughter? - No, Dad, you don't have to. Thank you. - If you need anything, just call me! I guess I was looking for a way to get my dad to show me his dick again, and I'm all messed up... realizing he's about to come out of the bathroom. - I'm finishing up dad; will you take your bath now? - Yes, I'm going, can I go in there with you? Shit, if I wanted to see something, that was the time. - Ué father; if you want you can do!... Through the glass I watched him take off his bermuda and his dick appeared like a jiboia ready to give a (hard and straight) boot ... When he pulled the door and came in with my towel in his hand saying that it was for me to let myself dry, my heart almost came out of my mouth. I loved being touched by my father who passed the towel and always smiling capriciously on my tits, on my butt and also on my pussy. - Okay daughter; now let me take my bath so we can rest a little before lunch, ok? I almost asked to stand there with him and put my hand in that huge cock. I came out of the bathroom, and wrapped the towel on my body and lay on the bed and waited for my father to appear. He appeared naked and stood there wiping in front of me with his stick always straight and hard, looked at me smiling at him. - Can I lie there with you??? I had this agony of knowing exactly what would happen if I gave him permission... but in the situation that I was climbing up the walls for lack of sex, I took a deep breath and told him that "yes"... My father threw the towel over his bed and it came from the way he was positioning himself in my bed (as a bachelor) close to my body by passing his right arm under my neck and part of my shoulder. - Would you like to take off your towel? I felt as if I could hear the sound of my heart beating in a rapid rhythm... as I untied the knot of the towel on my chest and threw it aside, exposing my entire naked forehead. - Can I put my hand on your chest? - You can! He began a gentle and steady touch, and soon the little beaks grew quite hard. - Can I kiss you? - Yes, you can, father! And it all started to heat up so much, that when I felt his lips sucking on my nipples, I alternately held his cock, which seemed to be made of stone so hard, and I began to groan. - What are you talking about? I was almost asking him to fuck me with that hard cock of his when he came down with his mouth on my belly, and pulling me by my legs to fit me better starting to lick my bouquet... I even thought I was going to lose my senses so scared that I got. But, feeling him besides sucking stay poking at the door with his tongue as if he wanted to stick it in me, my whole body began to vibrate that I decided to give myself body and soul at that moment. - Ooooooh my Deuuuuussss! Ooooohhhhh! Go father; goiii!!!! do not stop! do not stop! it is coming! it is coming! Aaahhhh! Aaaahhhh!... But he stopped sucking me to get in the middle of my legs and come pointing his dick in the direction of my pussy ... I was all wet and as soon as he started to put that mast that I was already screaming and having my first orgasm. And he, he was kicking his dick in the bottom of my uterus for more than 10 minutes that I ended up having two more orgasms before he took to enjoy rubbing his dick on my breasts ... I had to run to take another quick bath. I came out of the bathroom and found him already dressed to go to lunch. I also dressed and we did not say a word and we walked out arm in arm to the restaurant ... I was radiant with happiness, if I could, I would shout to everyone to hear that my father had just had a good fuck with me. We went back to rest and we chatted for almost two hours before we went to another horse. We went for a walk again while he was kissing my dick, and when we went to the swimming pool again, I was completely embarrassed by the fact that my horse was walking without his hand. - Let's stop somewhere daughter; I can't stand it anymore!... - More father, isn't it dangerous? - We're at the end of the trail and there's no one else riding, so we're gonna take a little ride down that road. And he drove the animal about 30 feet into the bush until he found a place that was a little bit more open, and we went down, and he was just throwing that big stick out. - Stay there and put your bikini down! I pulled my bikini almost to my knees and I stood with my ass backwards leaning against a tree, and my father stuck his whole dick in my asshole and started firing so hard and loud that I started moaning so loudly that if there was anyone around I'd be sure to hear it, and this time, he's holding me by the waist and he's like, - Goddamn Marisa, I love that you came with me to this hotel! I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to tell you, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to tell you. For several minutes, my legs were beginning to weaken when I felt my orgasm coming. I feel like I've flown away. Two minutes later, he stopped to take out a large quantity of it in the bush, and on the way back, on his horse, he started asking me about my relationship with the professor inside the motel. - Did you blow him? - Oh, Dad, I was so silly and I did everything he asked me to! - So you did? - Yes, I did! - What about anal sex? - What's that? - You gave it to him? Yes, I did! - You want to do that with your dad, too? - I'm afraid of the little one, Dad. Yours is too big. - You're a good girl, but do you perform oral sex? - I will! As soon as we got in the room, he told me to sit on the bed and went to the bathroom to give his dick a little wash... came back and came with it already quite hard. - Now, my daughter, suck! I couldn't get more than two inches into my mouth... but I loved sucking my dad off and having him make fun of me by giving me a fucking bath. It was two wonderful weeks that I spent with my father, having sex every day... and I made myself a complete woman that I ended up letting get stuck in my butt. I yelled like a dog, but then I ended up liking the feeling of that pause being kicked inside my ass. As my mother did not stay at home to be able to work, my father and I had a lot of time to be alone... for three years, I still could not relate to another man other than my father.