Talking about the size of my dad's dick...

I was born on the farm, but when I was a little girl, my father bought a house in the city where I lived with my mother so that I could study until I got to a college. But my father always came from the farm and usually stayed with us from one day to the next. Because the house was small, my room was glued to my mother's room, where I usually got to listen to them having sex... I don't think they had any idea how easy it was for me to sit and listen to her moaning and screaming hysterically as if my father, in addition to sex, was still abusing her, beating her... But it didn't take long to see her leave the room with a huge smile on her face. When we also went to the farm, usually spending a few days, especially on school holidays, the first thing my mother would do was go to the bathroom next to my father's window and I would remember walking out of the bathroom with him or sitting next to him... I knew that my father was already living there in the next to my father's bedroom, where I would listen to them having sex... I think they didn't realize how easy it was for me to sit and listen to her whining and cry hysterically screaming hysterically as if my father was still abusing her, and beating her, and beating her, but it didn't take too long to see her out of course, but when my mother's a big smile on her face. Carla could show up out of the blue. My father: - She's still asleep, and she always wakes up later! - You bastard, can't you wait for us to go to the room? - She's a fast woman... later in the room she'll have more! I started looking very carefully so that they wouldn't see me in the window, and I almost cursed when I saw my father lowering his bermuda and pulling something monstrous out... Then I thought: "Fuck, my father is a donkey! And my mother, proving that she was also a big bitch, pulled down her panties and grabbed that mast: - Then come Joel, break my bouquet with that delicious pause! It was surprising, after seventeen years of marriage they behave the same two teenagers. I took another look at my father's fireplace, and then hid only listening to the two of them... That day I went to understand why my mother groaned so loudly when they were having sex. When I heard her screaming that she was having fun, I quickly returned to my room and only left an hour later. But I did not leave my head the size of my father's penis, that I only knew the chick of my recent boyfriend that should not be more than 12 cm hard and very thin. On Monday, returning to the city, I wanted to give a climbing with my boyfriend as soon as I was half as hot as I was. But every time I spent sleeping with my boyfriend, I was thinking about my father's huge penis. A few months later, we arrived again and ended up in the store... My father gave me a truck to go to the next store, and my mother told me that I had to take a bath. On Wednesday, my father told me that I had to go back to the store, and I had to take a bath. - Are you going to take a bath naked father? I always do when I'm alone on the farm. Stranger still, since he wasn't alone... his daughter was there with him. I was silent, but then I went back to the kitchen window to peek at my naked father, and I was soon fixing my gaze on his dick that even soft was huge. When I realized that his dick was starting to get hard, I had the impression that he knew that I was looking, I decided to expose myself. Dad, can I come over there? He looked straight out the window, placed both hands in front of the hard pinto. - But I'm naked, Carla! - What are you doing? - It's all right, Dad! I spoke, and I walked out the door, and I walked up to him, and he took his hands off me, and he let go of his penis. - Whoa, whoa! I was pretty tense, but I was trying to be as natural as possible. - I think I'll have a blowjob afterwards, too! - Come on, the water's great! I remembered my mother only in her underwear and bra, I decided to do the same thing... only I was without a bra, but I still asked my father to stand back so I could take off my clothes. If my mother could do that, why couldn't I also? There alone in my underwear near my father's baldness, it gave me such a nice feeling that even a little nervous, I took a deep breath. - All right, Dad, you can look now! He's turning around and looking at me from the bottom up. - Our daughter, you've grown into a beautiful woman, haven't you? He stood aside letting me go under the jet of water that first hit my back before wetting my whole body. Without my asking, my father took the bucket and began to soap me starting from my back, turning me over and going through my nipples and belly... I had the impression that his dick had gotten even bigger. Then he went through my back again. - Don't you want to take your panties off? You want to see me naked? - Uh, am I not naked? Of course, I wasn't embarrassed to be with my father like that, but I was making a saintly face. - I'm ashamed of you! He's even holding my panties and starting to pull them down. - No one's looking at your coil! Soon my panties fell on the floor and I turned to face him putting my hands in front of my panties. You're a crazy father! He's making me take my hands off. - Let me have a look at my princess! I loved being admired naked by my father, demonstrating how much of a bitch I was like my mother, I turned around just for him to look at my ass and then back to face him again... I was crazy to put my hand on his dick, but I held on. He again soaped my whole body, including passing only dirty soap fingers right in the middle of my little kiss. - I'm going to take a shower. Now let me wash the bundle, let me! I turned around and he again left the bucket and passed both hands on my little bundle, doing a light massage on my buttocks. I went back into the makeshift shower to get all the soap out of my body, and looking at his hard poop. - How tall is he, Dad? - I don't know, I never measured! Deep down I was crazy to play with that prick, but he suddenly got wet on his body. - It's all right with me, Carla! And taking the towel he took a quick stride through the body and walked into the house, leaving me there naked and with my xanax barking with the desire to give to my own father. As soon as I entered the kitchen with my body still all wet, he already from Bermuda came with a towel and he himself wiped my body. When he passed the towel between my legs, gently drying my xanax. - Huuuummmmmm, what a cute father!... Then he's giving me a little pat on the back of my shaved head. - Now go get dressed before I slap your ass. I'd love to get my ass kicked! He's holding me and actually slapping me on each side of the ass. - Go away you little bastard, go! Even a little frustrated, I went to my room to get dressed... but my desire was to be able to have something more with my father, but it seemed that even he being very naughty was wanting to avoid. Hours later, I was in the room and ended up finding a train (metric tape), and something came to my mind. When my father came there from the yard and entered the room, I came to him showing the train. - Will you let me measure it father? Have you lost your mind? I just wanted to know how big his dick is. But he again turned his back and walked to the kitchen, leaving me in the vacuum. But in ten minutes he came back and stopped in front of me. - Do you promise to keep it a secret? I promise, father, I will never tell anyone. He stood in front of me, unzipping and unzipping his trousers until this monster started to grow in front of me, and the more I looked, the more I didn't think twice about throwing my hand in and staring at this big, fat thing. It's too big! - Didn't you say you were going to measure? I quickly took the train and measured. - Noooosssa, it is 27 cm father! And you think it's big? - Well... I think it is! That's when he in the can, asked: - Have you measured your boyfriend's? I think I was getting a little red in the face, but still with my hand on the stick even after I finished measuring, I took a deep breath and started to make out by gently running my finger over that head. No, Dad, but it's tiny compared to yours. I kept caressing him, and he kept looking at me and smiling. - That way I'll also want to see your perereca, you let? - But you've seen Dad! - But I wanted to see her more calmly, you let? - I will! He suggested that we go to my room, and as soon as we arrived, he helped me take off my clothes piece by piece, until I was left with nothing but my underwear. He made me lie down and quickly got naked, before taking off my underwear, opening my legs and lying down for a long time looking and examining my skirt with his fingers... I was quickly super excited, and when he licked me hard, I stuck his head between my legs. - What are you talking about? He kept licking, and when I was about to have an orgasm, he stopped and came with his dick right into my pussy, and started pushing, and I felt the pressure of his dick coming in, and even though I felt a little uncomfortable, I started moaning and howling like a little puppy. I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to do. He put only half his pint in my little bucket and soon began to make a back and forth that I was soon mocking and shouting even louder than my mother. I'm not going anywhere. I enjoyed it and it kept beating for several minutes, and then I started to have another orgasm. - Go, daughter, have fun for Daddy, have fun! I'm not going to let you get away with this. As soon as I finished making fun of him, he took that hose out of my little mouthpiece and made fun of my body licking me all over. The next day, after finishing work on the farm, saying that he was going to take a bath, he asked me to wait for him in my room naked. He had already arrived in my room naked and I went straight to suck my mouthpiece making me have a delicious orgasm with only his tongue. He lay down, I went on top of him and I myself went to sit on that pause. My intention was to see if I could swallow those 27 cm, but I only managed to put a piece of that mask inside. I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this Without letting his stick slip from my little bucket, he made me lie down and pushed a little further in. - Go on, father, put it all in! And he kept pushing into my bouquet no matter how much I screamed... even before he put it all in I was having a delicious, outrageous orgasm... after I felt his combs leaning against my ass. - Queeee goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And he willingly inserted that I ended up having two more orgasms before he took off and again licked me with his sperm. Today, whenever we have a chance, we take that nice climb, even if it's a quick one. Often, on the farm with my mother, I accompany my father to the barn where I'm already prepared; dressed and without panties, for him to fuck me very nice.