The Father of Beatriz (Part 3)

For a better understanding of this tale, I suggest you read parts 1 and 2 I couldn't get out of my head, couldn't forget for a single second the image of that beautiful little face with the big, swollen forehead, the plump one, that bulked up the little underpants of my little blonde with the green eyes, that so plump resembled a balloon of heart so plump was the silhouette of that little girl. It's been in my head for a second if you will every moment since the first moment I put my tongue between the lips of your little face and began to feel that delicious taste, the mixture of all the fluids that your little face vomited, spat and drooled, licking the lips of your childish xotinha. The sweet, fragrant scent that emanated from that perfect gap, which I inhaled as if it were my own oxygen and which made me terribly drunk. Much less was it impossible to forget the two mocks of that little frog in my mouth, of the nectar that she ejaculated directly into my mouth and that I drank to the last drop. But, since that day he cancelled out of his life, he just stayed "offline" to me, not responding to me by "zap", not calling me by video call and no answers on his social networks. After the December holidays, the carnival, and the month of June, which would have been her graduation without any message, I was already content to imagine "It's over... never again will she speak to me and I'll never see her again". But one rainy morning, the doorbell rang, and as I opened the door, to my pleasant surprise, I found the blonde girl in front of me, and a small suitcase. Despite the fright and fear I felt seeing her there in front of me, she came in, and we talked amicably, as if nothing had happened, but my body was freezing, a shock was running in my spine, and I did not have the courage to ask why she did not answer me or talk to me all this time But I needed to get that weight off my back, and I started talking, but she interrupted me by saying, - Dad! I don't want you to apologize for anything. Just, let's try to forget, and accept the fact, and what happened between us, that night. It wasn't just one person's fault, it wasn't just yours. We're guilty! We somehow let ourselves get carried away. I'm guilty too. Maybe I left something implied, which you must have misunderstood and we ended up getting involved in that way, so strange, but at the same time magical. I felt guilty for a little while, but I can't lie to myself, ignoring how much pleasure I had felt with everything you did to me, the way you did it and how you did it. How much I enjoyed it twice in your mouth. (We, at that time) I never imagined that I enjoyed it in the mouth of a man. I was very ashamed watching you watching the last drop of your semen, until the shame of seeing it out of my little pocket happened to me. I had cried, I realized that it was a very strange, very good question, Mom, and I had realized that it was a very strange, very good question. I lied that you had a girlfriend and that I didn't want you to date. Then she laughed, and said that this kind of jealousy was normal and that I needed to understand you, and things like that. It was like that, since then she insisted that I come here and make up with you. And here I am. After listening to everything she said, I changed everything I had rehearsed before, to say, and opened my heart to my little girl, making everything very clear. - Daughter! I don't have the strength to resist. If you stay, you're running the serious risk of me trying to devour your beautiful little mouth, and this time you won't just get sucked in. I'll eat your little mouth like a wild lion fucks his lioness without mercy. But I guarantee you'll have fun like never before. I can even try, but I don't know if I'll succeed, I'll try everything I can to avoid it, but if you go back home I'll understand your choice perfectly, but if you stay I can't promise anything. She answers. - So, Dad... it's a risk I'm gonna have to take, I want to make sure what kind of feeling exists between us, and then I decide my life. That was our conversation, frank, open, between two adults, mature, evolved, way ahead of our time. From then on, the next five days together were wonderful, despite the atmosphere of desire that surrounded us and that was clear, but we managed to behave like father and daughter. It was a Saturday night, and we decided to go to a really fancy restaurant, and we got into character, and around 10:00 p.m., we went home. As soon as we entered, I embraced my little girl from behind, at waist height, with a tight embrace and began to kiss her neck. She closed her little eyes and sighed deeply and rested her head on my shoulders. I smelled her hair, I kissed her shoulder as I slowly climbed up her neck, kissing every bit of that fragrant, white, delicate, smooth skin. Like a female in heat, my very passive little girl allowed herself to be stroked, kissed, and touched while sighing like an innocent teenager. Excited and totally curious, she asks. - Papi, what are you going to do to me? I will. - Do you really want to know what Daddy's gonna do with my beautiful, hot, delicious little girl? She turns her face, looks at me, shakes her head in a "yes" sign. A kiss and a word. - First... Daddy's gonna kiss that whole beautiful, perfect little body of yours... then I'm gonna take off that little robe with the teeth... then I'm gonna suck on those little tits of yours until you scream with pleasure... and then I'm gonna suck on your little pussy and your little ass until my little girl begs Papi to fuck her. The little girl twisted, twisted like a rattlesnake in my arms, with every kiss she writhed, sighed desperately with every lick, light bite I gave her on the neck. Her legs were wobbling, her knees were bending, but I held her tight, preventing her from falling to the ground. She whispered, her little voice all hoarse, full of denge and all spoiled in the tone of her speech, begging me. - Please, papi, eat my morsel very slowly... I don't want to cry from pain... I just want to cry from pleasure. While she was talking, I would remove the little piggy from her little dress, stripping her shoulder, leaving her breasts bare. While her upper body lay bare, my other hand caressed her small belly, slowly rising to touch her already completely swollen, hard nipples, and gently gripping the nipple between my little fingers, I squeezed it without hurting it. Gently squeezing the little beaks of that perfect breast, I was able in a few seconds to tear the first <unk>ais<unk> that escaped her mouth almost involuntarily. I watched her whole skin shiver, get really rough giving me the signal that she was ready for the biggest blowjob of her life. That's when she offered me her little mouth for our first tongue kiss. His mouth was full of saliva and obviously I took every last drop of that liquid leaving his little mouth dry. We turned around and kissed like two teenage lovers for a long time and then I pushed her into bed without her noticing. Lying conch-shell on the bed, hugging her from behind, I stroked the first little bit of her breasts and she simply shouted with pleasure, stretched herself all over, her whole body stretching as if she were stretching herself, just waking up. That little teenage body reacted in various ways, stretching and shrinking all over, almost coiling up like a snake the size of the pleasure I gave it. She was screaming in that environment. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what are you going to do, what are you going to do? I was asking ironically. - She wants Daddy to stop. She would immediately respond with a desperate whisper. Please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop. And I continued the torture session on my maid. With my mouth on her nipple, nibbling on the hard little beak of that lovely rose-colored breast, bathing in my saliva that trickled over the swollen skin of that part of her body, my other hand touched her little sketch over the cloth. I touched that swollen sketch of a young girl, protected only by the thin cloth of her panties, by the way, the little finger she wore was all wet, soaked with all the vaginal secretions, giving off a strong but delicious and aromatizing smell, with all the mixture of all those essences, stuffing our whole environment with that perfume that I inhaled deeply, intoxicating myself even more. At that time he gave a very sharp little cry, sobbing, dengoso and all pampered with my touch and when I began to caress very slowly, slowly looked without blinking to my daughter pulling air, filling her lungs to then release all at once in a despair of total pleasure. With my hand and fingers licked and dirty with the secretion of his kiss, I took it to my nose and smelled deeply before his little eyes of disbelief at that sight. Then he licked it until it was all over his hand and his little finger. I played like this for a long time until I removed his dirty panties from his semen, and after kissing every bit of it, from his feet, calf, thighs and groin, it was the turn of that whole little crack to feel my tongue. Of course, I smelled a lot of that sweet little gap, kissed horrors, only to then, after that, start sucking. She screamed, writhing all over the bed with my mouth glued to her childish little sketch, feeling my rough little tongue scratch her clitoris, sliding, scratching up and down her cleft, and agonizing with my stiffened nerve penetrating her tight little gutter of narrow channel. Despite all the excitement and desire to fuck that little sketch, I was suddenly overcome with a fear of doing it, which almost destroyed my mood, but which somehow hampered my performance at the time. So I decided to put a condom on it. We went back to the shell, and I fixed the pike's head on the inside of his little snout, and I pushed very slowly, almost to a stop. It seemed like I wanted to end it right away, but unfortunately, that's what happened. I'd go in slowly and she'd scream with pleasure in my cock and that, that was what was motivating me at the time, her pleasure. She would shout my name out loud in long sentences. - Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Paaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! My little mouth!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! My little mouth!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! My little mouth!!! My little mouth!!! My dick was barely penetrating, the channel of my daughter's little finger was extremely tight, too narrow, causing her to scream desperately, yet at no time did she ask me to interrupt the penetration or take the gag out of her finger. I was in and out, the back and forth was wonderful, I believe for more than forty-five minutes until I enjoyed it. I filled the condom with milk, and we stood there in that position, tightly clutching shells, and she kissed my arms, expressing great satisfaction and fulfillment, while I was scared to death.