In the next room, part one.

Hello my love!! I'm late, but I always bring new stories of real people who are my friends and who are part of my closed group of friendship and who frequent my home and the incest club here in Manaus. Today I bring you the first part of Raquel Mendes' story, A friend I met at the academy revealed a beautiful wish for her father. And that he asked me for help in getting him Eat her little sketch and read how it all happened. I'm just sorry that I put a badge on the pictures that she sent, Because I had a hard time convincing her to agree to post her pictures, only under the condition that they were all carrying plaques Ever since I was a little girl, I've always had a special affection for my stepfather. Besides seeing him as a bad father, I only had eyes for his beauty, for his affectionate and kind way he had with me and for all the good he did to me, he never allowed my mother to beat me and on top of that, he allowed me to do everything that came into my little head inside or outside the house. And to leave me completely melted and even more passionate, Dad gave me everything I wanted, I just wanted and he gave me, even if it cost a lot, on the other hand my mother said that he used me badly, and it was true, and still added.. - You're creating a monster that's going to eat you. What my mother said was the plainest truth, but what never crossed my mind was that it would be with my little face swallowing that wonderful stick that I would devour my father one day. And it all starts very simply in a naive way without any malice. Mom and Dad had a habit and an unbridled boner that made them fuck crazy and deliciously every morning before they left for work. Since my room was wall to wall connected to theirs I would wake up to my mother's deafening screams being deliciously tortured by my father's beautiful and delicious cock, who mistreated her wonderfully. The stillness of the dawn, almost dawning, allowed me to hear even whispers. Alone in my room, I laughed and had a good time, listening to my mother screaming, moaning and sobbing desperately. - It hurts!!! Aaaaaiiiii my mouth!!! What a delicious dick!! Put it in!! Put it in!! Fooode!! Foode!! It eats me!! It eats me!! That sound and that delicious agony that my mother felt with his cock in her mouth, entered my innocent ears making my whole little body freeze. It was strange to feel my skin becoming rough and itchy and contracting all over, but at the same time it was very pleasant the feeling I felt all over my body. Almost every day my head was bombarded with the curiosity to know how my father ate my mother's mouthpiece and why she screamed so much pleasure in her mouthpiece. Over time these pleasurable sensations began to torture me as well, assaulting my mind and my thoughts, drastically stimulating my curiosity more and more to the point where I couldn't bear to touch myself for the first time. On that day my little sketch was on fire and burning like fire, the bottom of my panties was all droopy and completely moist. I slipped my little finger between her lips and gently caressed my clitoris and it was like her I already knew how to do, but it was simply my animal instinct surfacing and freeing me for pleasure... As I felt my first touch on my "little prick" unexpectedly escaped from my innermost depths a sharp sigh and a dengue-like sob of a young, innocent girl. I had just discovered masturbation. With each caress my body would shake and ask for more and more and I would twist and caress myself more and more and frantically listening to my mother's screams in the stove and for the first time I imagined myself in my mother's place receiving my father's marvelous bowl in my childish little sketch slowly entering all the way inside me, screaming louder than my mother's. It's funny that in that moment of pleasure and desire I didn't have any fear, shame or prejudice that I was fucking my dad in my fantasies and dreams. It was so delicious that I closed my eyes and released all the air trapped inside me at once and pulled it desperately back into my lungs while my little finger fondly massaged my "little finger" that was hard as a gemstone. After that day I couldn't listen to those trances without masturbating and that's how I gradually became addicted until one day I got my first thrill imagining dad punching hard inside my little finger drink his dick... I lost control and I screamed for the first time and I got scared. I was terribly afraid that they had heard my scream, but in the middle of that fun that I could not control, I just wanted that fun thing to last forever I just wanted to have fun and have fun a lot. After the hurricane of my first fun passed, I felt as if a tractor had passed over me and my body collapsed from fatigue and I almost did not get up that morning. Every time I masturbated, right after each blowjob, there was the weight of the conscience for having imagined dad eating my little slice, so I lived scared inside the house and very afraid that one or both of them would discover my hidden secret. I'd be ashamed to think that they could imagine me playing that hot siren, and on top of that, imagine my dad fucking me. But the next day there I was with my ears open to the sound of that fuck masturbating like crazy, dreaming of my dad putting that delicious roll on my little toy, comforting me with it, killing my hunger for pussy and paying for my fire and my desire. I mocked very easily and quickly in the midst of these thoughts, but moaned very softly, very sharply, sobbing very loudly and full of pampering, but I was always afraid that they would suspect that on the other side of the wall was a child mocking like a little whore to the sound of their masterful fuck. One day I heard my father ask my mother. The child can hear your screams. And surprisingly my mother replied.. I want her to know from a young age what a blowjob is and it's too hot. Everything I heard, imagining what was going on in that room between them made me crazy, but the thing that moved me the most, that made my soul shiver, that made my ass flicker and my little face throb and shake all my bones, was when I heard my dad's voice talking to my mom while I was eating her face. It was as if my soul came out of my childish little body and made me groan softly, softly full of denge and pampering, almost crying in a very high sound. It was from that moment that I began to desire his cock and as a woman desires and I decided that it would be for him that I would give my cock... Continued Please vote and comment my love.