I ended up being crazy about my dad.

Living in the Vineyard Region - Rio Grande do Sul, I will first try to describe my family (of gauchos) so that I can write this story. My father (Miguel), an average wine producer is a man without much study but very clever when it comes to business from planting grapes until export of wines: 52 years old, tall, strong and accustomed to giving orders and being obeyed. I'm (Dulce); a born girl, because my mother pulled me is blonde, 19 years old, also full breasts and firm, rather bulky butt and well round. Living on wine, it was normal to be our favorite drink at lunches, dinners and any celebration. I became so addicted to wines that occasionally abused a little ... But my father always teased me saying that I had to control myself, that wine was a special drink to be drunk as an appetizer and not like cachaça . I was often alone at home when my father went on business trips to the United States and always took my mother with him...I used it as an opportunity to call my boyfriend, we would drink wine together and do a lot of dirty things (at that time I loved giving gifts); or just be by myself filling up your face ...I've slept from one day to another lying on the bathroom floor. My parents had travelled for four days already, and since they were always calling to let me know they were returning, unconcernedly opened a good bottle of wine and drank while watching a soap opera . As I also intended to watch a comedy show that was going to be shown right after the soap opera (it was on Saturday), in an interval I ran and took a super-fast shower and came back into the room only with a sweater thrown over my body ... I continued drinking more wine and felt my sights getting heavier. Because I did not turn off completely, I saw my father's bulge entering the room and coming towards me .. Without my mental faculties in order I noticed he sat next to me and said something:
- Holy shit, are you drunk again?
I didn't even realize that the hem of my sweater was down to my waist leaving my booty all curled up in front of my dad...
- Are you really the father? Iiiiiiiih... I think I'm dreaming; kakakakaka!...
I know that I heard a few more tantrums and suddenly something stirring in my pussy ... I forced my eyes and ended up seeing that my father had put his face between my legs clearly feeling that he was passing something moist and warm on my vaginal valve... Even in the state I was I began to realize that my own dad was sucking my bucket ... Without being able to react, I left while my pleasure increased every time.
What's the matter?
He stops sucking me a little bit and looks at me.
Do you know what's going on?
My hard-on was rapidly diminishing and my erection increasing... trying to get my thoughts in order, all I know is that I started moaning and wishing he'd come back for a blow job.
- Please father, continue... I want more!
I was practically lucid when he lifted me up and grabbed his hard-on, so I understood exactly what he was saying as I opened my legs wider to get between them.
- I've always noticed that you are very clever, but I didn't think you had such a delicious java.
I thought, 'I've got to stop him from getting into my pussy,' but still there was no strength left in me to prevent him holding up my legs a little bit and propping his rock-hard stick on top of me.
- No, father. We can't!
I felt him insert his dick into my bouquet and then in the first few shots, I forgot all about it and started to desire that man even though he was my father.
It's not like I don't know how to do it.
I tied his waist with my legs and had a delirious, explosive orgasm that screamed no matter how much he might end up mocking me inside.
Hurry up, you'll be in a hurry!
He increased the force of his blows while I struggled on the couch. When I stopped becoming practically inert, he pulled out from inside my pocket and was punching mockingly over my sweater.
I'm sorry, daughter; you got all... take off that shirt!
I sat down and didn't even care that he pulled my sweater off, leaving me completely naked.
I couldn't stand seeing you half-naked and drunk on that couch.
Practically in my right mind, I was staring at my dad's picture that he hadn't put away yet and it was a little hard.
- I didn't know you were coming back.
He explained that he had to go back because of some urgent matters in the vineyard, and my mother was staying at a hotel in San Francisco waiting for him to return.
I was lucky to find you lying in the room with no panties on, and your java is as beautiful as anything.
- Oh, father... you're making me a fool.
He laughs.
Stop playing the innocent Sweetie, I know you liked it.
- Of course I ended up liking it... but at first, I didn't want to;
And he was showing me a side of himself that I didn't know yet, passing his hand over my thighs until it reached into my pussy and giving some more blowjobs to my breasts.
I'm going to take a quick shower and then come back for some more time with you.
Since both my parents' room and mine were suites, I got up the way it was in front of Dad.
- I'll go to my room and take a shower, but leave the door open.
I took a cold shower that even the little bit of tiredness I felt was disappearing. Still, it seemed like not believing that all this wasn't a dream... I had just climbed with my father and at any moment he would come into my room. The exact time I left the bathroom and approached my bed, I saw my dad entering with only a towel around his waist ... I stood there naked watching that handsome man coming towards me, taking off his towel and embracing me making our nude bodies join together.
- Do you want to sleep with me?
Since we'd gotten to that point and there was no way I could ever forget what we had just done in the room, I took a deep breath. And as he passed his hands up my butt patting on my bulky buttocks...
- Yes, father!
He helped me to lie down, and reaching out from my side he went straight for my breasts sucking like a calf on the tits of a cow... I took his hand again holding her stick that was already hard once more.
- Shove it back in me, shove it!
He lay there and held his stick up to the ceiling.
- Come up here and sit in it!
It was not a strange position for me, I had ridden on my boyfriend's cock many times; the problem was to do it with my father. I took courage and passed one leg across his body in front of him, grabbed his dick and kept adjusting myself until I felt the little door on my bucket right above ...
I'm not going to tell you what happened.
He lay on the pillow holding my waist with his hands.
Get down, you son of a bitch!
When I felt my buttocks leaning against his thighs, and began to slide up and down on that stiff stick with my bouquet... I totally lost the shame of screaming and jumping faster and faster onto my father's cock.
It's very nice, father!
Feeling that violent orgasm coming, I arched my body over his chest and he started pounding from bottom to top while I screamed like a crazy person who was mocking.
I'm going to have fun!
I quickly suspended my body by making my bouquet release his dick that still spat a little bit of fucking dirtying one of my thighs ... me who had to take the towel and rapidly trim that huge amount of sperm which her penis insisted on releasing. We both fell into laughter and lying down on your chest gave him a kiss in the face.
You're the coolest man there is.
He's turning me over on the bed and coming up, kissing me until it reaches my lips.
- You're a very hot little bastard... I see we can do this much more often, right?
I let him kiss me a lot on the mouth and then laughed.
- I won't even have to get drunk, kakaka!
The next day he left very early, and it was only around four o'clock in the afternoon that he came home going straight to take a bath saying that he would travel again. I felt sad because I thought that my father would still be with me on my bed that day. I stayed with him while taking a shower, and when he got out of Box excitedly I hugged him holding his stick asking for him to give me a quick one.
- It's a pity, but no daughter... Miguel is already outside in the car waiting to take me to Garibaldi.
I was making sad faces and he's swinging his hard stick walking towards your room.
How can I go so hard?
He hurriedly started by putting on his shirt first, and I knew he needed to relieve that tension so I went crouching in front of him holding onto his dick.
Let's get him back to normal!
When I put my mouth on it and started sucking.
You're going to make me late for the airport!
I knew that I was revealing myself as a real whore to my father, but this is how I felt more and more at ease with him... Sucked like a hallucination quickly moving my lips back and forth and still making hand caresses on the balls of his bag ... He enjoyed it very much, and while I went into his bathroom to spit in the sink (I practically swallowed half) he finished dressing. I accompanied him to the door, and before opening he gave me a kiss on the mouth.
- Coming back from that trip, I'm gonna want to spend at least a whole day in bed with you.
I was so fascinated to have climbed with my father, that having sex with my boyfriend did not feel a drop of pleasure ... All I thought about is the hot dick of my bastard dad. A week later; when he came back, I was already climbing up the walls wanting to climb him again.
When the day after his return he called me to go with him to the farm, I had to hide my happy face in front of my mother. We went into the house on the farm and I was already drooling from wanting to give it to my father... we walked up to the double room and didn't take a minute for us to get naked on the bed ... Without any shame, I sucked some dick off your cock and made four.
- Come on father, get in me!
When I felt that yummy dick go into my bouquet, it was letting the whore inside me come out.
- Put it in hard enough father... break my bucket, go!
He started doing my bidding, and all that was left to do was throw me out of bed with the force he put into my pussy.
- That's the way you want it, right?
I'm going to have fun!
I was making fun of him and he kept hitting me hard... five minutes later, I ended up having a second orgasm... with my weak legs stretched out on the bed while he rubbed his dick and mocked at my buttocks. twenty days constantly climbing with my father one day in our farmhouse bed together, i didn't have an ounce of modesty to ask him to get into my little bundle... quickly doing my bidding by shoving it all the way down my arse
I'm glad it was you who asked...
I used to cry like a bitch, feeling my dad's hard-on punching me in the face... and now he doesn't go one week without fucking me from behind.