Perverted Girl <unk> PART 1 (Re-adapted and updated)
28 to 19 October
The introduction is as follows:
In January of 2015, my good friend André and I wrote this masterpiece, and it was an intense and groundbreaking experience.
I confess there are real characters and fictional ones.
For my part, I reveal a secret passion and a little girl who changed my life forever.
The girl I loved, she showed me that being young doesn't mean you don't have the power to give a grown man the best sex of his life.
I know that someone has copied the original text posted on an erotic website, but please re-read this new version because I have decided to update and include some details which had been left out.
Understand that while much of this is true, it's fiction and I won't be able to help people who want to relate with any of the characters in this story.
Have a good time!
KNOWING the characters:
I married Jessica when we were still teenagers because of an unexpected pregnancy.
Even though our marriage was a bit "forced", I've never been an example of faithfulness.
Ana Paula was born, a beautiful little girl who forever changed the way I saw the world.
A joy for the house, a hope to become a better man.
Then came Renata, who had an unusual sweetness.
In that story, I have to include my childhood friends Xande and Laine.
Partners in everything, they were like family.
And the same age as my little Renata, they had Priscilla who became an inseparable friend of my daughter.
Carolina arrived two years later, closing our team of beautiful little girls.
When and Where:
Now that we know the characters of this story, I want you to understand that the following events take place in 1998, in a small town in interior São Paulo.
And that year, I was 34, my wife 31.
Ana Paula turned 17 that month, Renatinha and Priscila were 12, and the youngest was Carol at 10.
I worked in an accounting office, and my wife was a clerk at one of the area's famous department stores.
Chapter 1: The flag
I think it's fair to say that he was a very liberal father, not picking on girls and even allowing Ana to have boyfriends.
I would talk openly about sex with them, and we had a perfect relationship.
My wife was more reserved, didn't talk to them much and let me handle most things.
I vividly remember the day my life began to take a different turn.
I had finished work early and decided to go home, rest up and watch a movie on TV.
Since it was not usual for me to arrive early, I came across something strange.
No one's home, but the back door was open.
I walked in, and there was silence.
But when I got to the corridor, there was laughter and whispers.
Some little whiners made me sure there was something sexual going on in the girls' room.
I thought: "Could it be that Aninha is getting ready with her boyfriend here in the house?"
It was disrespectful to my sweet home.
And worse, some of the other minors could see things they couldn't.
Anyway, I was ready to blow the whistle and kick out the intruder when...
Hey, wait a second.
I could tell by the door handle that it wasn't any of my daughters.
My God, it was little Priscilla... the daughter of my friends and Renatinha's best friend.
She was on her knees sucking a boy's dick that I didn't know, but she looked like 14 or 15 years old.
What a relief!
What to do now?
I didn't think about Xandi and Laine.
All that went through my head was, "Wow! I'm so glad she's not my daughter".
It was such a selfish thought, such petty comfort that for some moments I could do nothing but stand half-mouthed and completely relieved at the door.
And at that moment, with all this going on in my head... I realized through the mirror she saw me.
At that goddamn hour, she'd take the roll out of her mouth and look right at me and smile and suck it back in.
He stared into my eyes like he was celebrating by doing a private little porn show, or worse yet put me on the scene as if I were some kind of weird voyeuristic neighbor.
What a piranha, I thought.
Now she was on all fours at the edge of her bed.
Upon seeing me, she turned the bundle to my side and stuck her tail firmly in my direction so that I could see her wet little face, tight ass, succulent nipples, and angel-like countenance.
It was like she invited me to fuck her.
Like you're offering that wonderful ass to me.
As it fell on its mouth, she stroked the pussy in increasingly rapid movements.
I know what you should have done!
I know that I should have snuck you two out of my house and told her parents everything.
It would disgrace her friendship with my daughter, but at least it'd keep my little princess safe from that whore.
But Priscilla over there, smiling at me was a portrait of her mother 14 years ago when I was nothing more than an awkward teenager and she was the prettiest girl in school.
The same fiery-colored hair, the same juicy breasts... the same slender build... and the same rounded, bulging little bundle that unfortunately I never got to experience.
And how she sucked, the bitch.
The guy's dick, which was not small at all, would disappear completely into that little angel mouth and reappear in a delirious back-and-forth.
Her little eyes would sparkle, and she'd hold that stick with taste... and suck it loudly just like I imagined her mother doing to me in my old boyhood dreams.
And he wouldn't stop looking at me.
When her mouth wasn't completely taken over by the face, she smiled in complicity.
I was already hypnotized, stroking my dick over the top of my pants without being able to get out.
After a few minutes, the guy announced his orgasm.
The little bitch started sucking the head of his dick more vigorously while her delicate hand punched him savagely.
From the guy's screams, I could tell he was having a good time filling Pri's little mouth.
She got up from the bed in a motion so graceful and sensual that I almost laughed myself into my pants, looked me straight in the eye through the mirror and with an extravagant smile swallowed her whole fucking face.
All my desire for her mother, Laine... came back to me in an instant.
Every secret handshake, every time I spied on her changing in the ladies' locker room... all those fantasies and crazy things that went through my mind. And none of it compared to what your daughter had just done right in front of me.
Chapter 2: Taking the covers off
I almost walked into that room and grabbed her.
I could hardly contain myself and run away.
I ran to the bathroom and touched the fastest hand job of my life.
I hadn't even put my hand in the poop, and he was spitting his dick all over the bathroom sink.
I wandered around downtown for hours, and in the evening when it got cold, I returned home.
The girl was no longer at home, and the moleque also disappeared.
My girls were home, all three of them.
I asked Ana Paula where they were a few hours ago.
She said she took the sisters out for ice cream.
Why didn't you go with Priscilla?
We didn't see her that afternoon.
Oh, of course.
I remembered she knew where the back keys were.
She should have realized that the house would be alone and decided to prepare.
Ana Paula was not lying to me.
She also told me that during the walk she saw her boyfriend kissing another girl.
It's a pity they suffer such young disappointments.
I was very nervous and kept telling myself the story of the perpetrator.
After a few hours, she had managed to calm down and while I watched TV in the living room with my girls, she prepared dinner.
My wife called me saying she was going to her mom's across town.
I had partially forgotten what happened that afternoon.
When the doorbell rang and Little Red Riding Hood answered, I didn't even think about her until I heard her voice.
I was breathless as that voice which had been so dear and familiar over the years resounded through the room.
That's how stubborn it seemed to me at the time.
"Fuck me", she'd say in my imagination, "fuck me like you always wanted to fuck my mother".
Fuck me, you son of a bitch.
Little Red Riding Hood promptly embraced her, and the two laughed together.
She settled down next to me under the covers, as she always did.
She kissed my face like she always did, but there was an electricity on her lips that had never been there before.
I wanted to resist the madness, but my hand searched for hers underneath the covers and pulled her up against my hard cock over my pajamas.
She'd talk some nonsense to my daughters while her little angel hand squeezed my cock.
I was gasping for breath, and it seemed to me that everyone in the room could hear my heartbeat.
She put her hand under my trousers and took off the roller. Only the glow of the TV on lit up the room, but the back-and-forth in the blanket seemed too obvious to me.
It was impossible for my daughters not to notice that their friend was punching her father. She kept squeezing my dick and punching me faster and harder until I couldn't take it anymore, and when my younger daughter started putting her hand on my belly, I burst out of the water, mumbling through my pajamas and blanket and into Priscilla and Carol's delicate little hands.
Chapter 3: In the Kitchen
I had held Carol's hand to stop her from feeling the semen sneeze everywhere, but it was too late.
She looked at me in fear and hurried from the couch to her room.
As soon as I could, I went after him... carrying with me the tattered blanket of sperm that I'd kept in my closet.
I cleaned myself up as best I could and found my face on the girls' room door.
She had locked the door.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, asking to come in.
It took a little while, but soon she's gonna open the door wide.
Carol, I don't know what to tell you... and it was true.
His shy smile caught me off guard.
"It's all right, Dad". She said.
<unk> Do you forgive Daddy, then love?
Of course I love you.
I love you too, honey.
It was a fucking accident.
But I wasn't in a position to argue, so I let it go.
Actually, my dick was hard again and I just thought about going down there to see Pri again.
I went to my room and got a clean blanket, but when I arrived in the living room the TV was off.
In the short amount of time I was up there with Carol, I thought about a thousand crazy things that could be done under Pri's blanket on that very couch.
The idea of my daughter Renata, Pri's best friend, being nearby did not deter me; on the contrary, it made me even more horny.
I heard voices in the kitchen, there was laughter too. When I arrived, I saw Pri and Renatinha with their backs to me near the door. Ana Paula was busy making pots.
I sat in the chair, close to where they both were and started talking with them but my hand reached out until it touched Pri's leg which smilingly came closer than me.
My hand slowly climbed up the inside of her thighs where I felt a mealy steak.
She was soaked that her juice had begun to trickle down the legs. Slightly awkward and with my left hand, I pulled out my cane and began a slow fistfight while my other hand slipped underneath her mini-skirt.
She wasn't wearing any panties, and I was freaked out when I realized that.
Soon as I started to lick her pussy, she pulled her hand back and lifted up the sleeve to show me her ass... and what a beautiful bundle it was.
I ran my fingers through its groove, and in doing so heard a wholly involuntary moan come out of its mouth.
It was so strong and full of desire that the conversation immediately stopped, and Ana Paula looked back to see what had happened.
We were kind of frozen in the scene.
She with her skirt completely up, showing off the tight little bundle.
Ra hugged her, looking at her friend in amazement... my oldest daughter with a spoon in her hand and look half frightened looking back... while I boiled the little bundle of that red-haired nympho.
They looked at Pri, but they didn't see my hand hidden by the table and her body tucked up in his ass.
If there was a moment when everything could go home, that's it.
If Little Red Riding Hood looked back or if her hand slipped off the waist of a friend, she would feel her daddy's hand on her little buddy's purse and shit would hit the fan.
My heart was pounding, but my hands were working more feverishly.
The left was squeezing my dick into that one of the tightest fists I've ever had, and the right was clutching Pri's bundle even more vigorously.
My thumb, at that exact moment, burrowed into her ass causing a spasm and another groan cutting through the air.
She even leaned against the table so much that her legs trembled.
"Is everything all right, Priya?" asked the little girl.
Ana Paula, the older one, seemed to have recognised a horny look in those two moans and was equally astonished at something else I could not determine.
She came to put out the fire and made mention of coming up where we were, but Pri was quicker:
<unk> Your stocking is half-fluid... that's all. ...your voice breaks, failing every time my thumb forced its way through your tight little hole.
While my thumb was crawling up your ass, my middle finger found his cricket and played with it.
Are you all right? I wanted to ask Ana Paula if she wants us to take her to the doctor.
"It's all right", Ana Pri said, almost gasping for breath.
You know. Anna spoke as she went back to her pots.
I put my middle finger into her little shoe with force and started to move the fingers inside of it, thumb on the butt and middle one in the shin.
It began to roll in my hand as I whispered something into Ra's ear.
I couldn't hear it, but I didn't want to either.
That whole situation was almost leading me to another orgasm.
Her buttocks and asses contracted, biting my fingers which moved wildly in Pri's entrails until, at a stronger movement she began to mock.
At the same time that I felt the spasms, I saw Priscilla shove her hand up my little girl's ass and squeeze it over her pajamas.
Little Red's eyes widened, and she even gave birth to a chick. She did not complain or do anything to take the hand of her friend away from her little bundle.
I felt Pri's juice dribble down my hand as I watched my youngest daughter get bonked by that little tramp.
That's when I couldn't take it anymore and started mocking, soiling the tablecloth and kitchen floor with my cock.
But when I was about to take my hand out of Pri's ass, she let go and grabbed me tightly.
Without realizing it, I looked at her and saw that slutty smile on her face.
The same smile I'd seen in the bedroom when she was sucking that stranger.
She started pulling on my hand, forcing me to stand at the edge of the chair. Leading me towards Little Elk.
At the same time I knew what she wanted and know that I should have rejected this idea, but my hard-on spoke louder. And even though I had already mocked her twice before... My dick was stubborn not to go down...
Next thing I know, I'm groping my little girl.
The softness of her pyjamas and the firmness of your ass have enraptured me.
I didn't hold her with the same strength as Pri, and lacked courage to do so.
I got up from the chair, positioned myself behind Pri with my hard dick resting on her back while a hand bounced off of my little girl's ass.
I lowered myself, causing my scroll to slide into its little bundle. Whether it was looking at my daughter's flawless bundle being touched by my hand or the expression of pleasure she made with her eyes closed...
I inserted my thirsty dick into the opening of Pri's urinal, propped it up with my left arm, then forced an entrance.
She was much tighter than I imagined, my dick squeezed by her wet flesh in a vigorous embrace.
She looked back and started talking to me:
It's too big.
Those words, along with the low sighs and moans coming out of that little mouth would drive me crazy.
Knowing that my little girl Rê was already beginning to roll with pleasure in my hand brought me into another stage of excitement.
A stage forbidden by God and man.
I felt like a criminal, a monster and at the same time wanted it all to be fucked up.
My dick got into little Pri, forcing its way through the tight and meaty flesh.
Every inch was an explosion of pleasure.
She was too young and I was too old.
I forced my dick into his xana with the same vigour with which I was forcing my mind to break every taboo that prevented me from drawing out of this experience all the pleasure I could.
Pri was all over me, practically dropping her weight on my stick -- tiny little thing that didn't even open its eyes as it rolled and pushed the bundle so I could roll and squeeze.
At some point, I felt like it had all come together.
I began to pump slowly as I squeezed my little girl's bundle more and more eagerly.
Pri leaned on the table and Ra's shoulder.
I started putting it in faster, harder.
Her pussy was biting my dick, it almost hurt so tight.
My legs were already aching from the stance, but I kept moving my hips and pumping that little bitch.
At the same time, my hand finally slipped into Ra's pajamas and my fingers found her ass.
She opened her eyes and looked me straight in the eye, but she didn't say anything.
His expression was a mixture of terror and horny.
She was panting and rolling on my hand.
Pri was already starting to moan louder.
My daughter squeezed my arm with her delicate little hand and said "Oh, Daddy" in such a loud and tearful way that I began to mock it by grinding my teeth so as not to scream out this forbidden pleasure for the whole neighborhood to hear.
Pri couldn't stand up, so she sat on my leg and dropped her body onto me.
Ana Paula finally finished her supper, and we had dinner... without saying another word.
There was an unmistakable smell of sex in the air, and there's no way my oldest daughter couldn't have heard those moans.
No one commented on it.
Chapter 4: In Bed with Ana Paula
After dinner, amid laughter and whispering, Renatinha and Pri went upstairs to sleep.
I mentioned retreating too, but Ana Paula insisted that I talk to her.
I thought she was going to talk about the quickie that I had just given Pri, maybe even the blow job on my little girl. But to my relief, all she wanted to do was keep talking about her boyfriend's betrayal.
What kind of selfish monster was I becoming?
My oldest daughter's boyfriend cheats on her God knows how many times, and when she comes to talk to me all I can think about is "How do you fuck my other girl's little friend?"
The guilt ended up making me stay with Ana Paula longer than I had planned, and we talked almost all night long - sometimes coldly trying to analyze the situation, at other times crying profusely in my arms.
At that point, the girls' mother called again and said she would be staying with her sick mom who needed help.
I decided that because of Annie's deprived state and Priscilla taking up her bed in the girls' room, she would sleep there with me.
It was not unusual for one of them to sleep with me, since their mother always slept away.
She liked to sleep in her underwear and a light T-shirt.
It's been a habit since I was young.
I embraced her, whispering words of affection in her ear.
I talked about our love for her, made her realize that we would face this little crisis as a family.
She fell asleep in my arms.
The position I found myself in was really uncomfortable.
I married Jessica because of an unexpected pregnancy, and despite my great affection for her, I don't think I ever loved her the way that I should have.
We weren't cuddling or anything anyway.
I was trying to sleep when all of a sudden, the exciting scenes that had happened on Friday afternoon came back to me as well as Pri's fistfight with me in my sofa and his little run-in in the kitchen.
I think Ana Paula was dreaming about her boyfriend because she started moving her hips, teasing me.
I struggled with the desire that was growing in me, but to no avail.
I tried to deceive myself, arguing with my conscience that this little cocoon was nothing special and even good for making my daughter feel less needy. But deep down inside I knew the monstrosity of what I was doing.
I was rubbing my hard-on on my oldest daughter's bundle.
At the same time that I knew it had to stop, I pretended nothing was happening.
I began to pump her little bundle harder and stronger as she clutched at my body, in a moment of utter madness I pulled out my stick. My heart was pounding wildly fearing that she would wake up while wishing for the perfect body.
My trembling hands pulled her panties out of the way, my dick was so hard that from where I stood it was difficult for me to get him into her vagina and when I finally did Ana Paula moved abruptly and half-awake whispered:
Father... what are you doing?
Quickly and awkwardly, I tried to put my dick in my underwear and answer:
Nothing, Ana... I was stuttering.
Get a blanket, it is cold.
With a sigh of relief, I grabbed the fucking blanket and got as far away from her as the bed would allow me to get... and went straight for sleep.
Chapter 5: Happy Children 's Day
I dreamt that I was at a masquerade ball and eating several delicious women, making fun of them inside their trunks.
In the dream, my wife asked why our daughters' bellies were swollen and even while Carol was paying me a kiss I stuttered an answer but my daughter sucked so well that I couldn't speak.
Unable to move, I watched as Jessica packed her bags and walked out of my life, leaving me alone with a bunch of pregnant daughters.
So back to reality, I woke up.
When I opened my eyes, frightened, it was as if I were still in a dream because I felt something moist and soft massaging my dick.
The hallway light partly illuminated the room, and I remembered closing my door.
I was still half asleep for a while, afraid to look at my roll. Afraid of seeing my pregnant daughter sucking me off. But the kiss felt so good that it woke me up forever.
With a certain relief, I saw that it was Priscilla who was falling on her face for me while Ana Paula slept like a stone beside me.
I grabbed the piranha's hair, forcing its head against my roller.
She didn't even look at my face, she just delighted herself loudly with my stick.
She just swallowed her little head in a dizzying back and forth, squeezed my balls, punched me, licked my tin can roll, shoved all of my cock into her angel-like mouthpiece stretching out her tongue to suck on the bag, put my cock back in her mouth again going about halfway through, then coming right back up to the little head getting faster and stronger.
It scared the shit out of me, especially since Priscilla never once stopped sucking my dick.
Ana Paula gave me a good half-yawned day and got up with her eyes closed, not noticing Pri's presence.
The danger seemed to excite Priscilla, who began sucking me even more violently while I was petrified. Pri's mouth salivating grabbed my cock as if it wanted to tear him off; her tongue whipped at my stick; she punched my dick with a fist and licked and sucked and squeezed my balls so hungry for fuck that I couldn't stand it and enjoyed myself in her little doll-mouth, tugging her head against my roll, screwing her luscious mouth. With every spasm, a throttle; with each burst full of beating, one shoved up into Pri 's throat.
When it was all over, she just walked out of the room. But I didn't care about that.
I woke up with Little Renee making me a coffee. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, her face serene and smiling. My little girl looked like a porcelain doll. Her blond hair framed that angelic countenance which had always brought me peace no matter what interludes my life went through. Yet after last night there was sexual tension in it, an ounce of horniness that never permeated our relationship before.
I remembered vividly my hand on her delicate little bundle, my fingers touching that tight ass and just having it so close to me already made my dick alert and throbbing.
<unk> Ana is preparing the coffee <unk> she communicated to me, her voice made the atmosphere around us vibrate with a delicious sweetness, charming me by melody.
<unk> Oh... I retorted in a lazy whimper.
She let out a chuckle as her hand slowly ran into my chest.
I closed my eyes, already with my hand caressing the stick.
My little girl began to gasp as her delicate hand reached down into my belly.
I wanted to know.
Her little fingers were playing with my bellybutton.
<unk> She's changing, it looks like she goes to the mall.
I put my hand on her face, she closed her eyes.
Her hand slipped under my panties, she was reaching for the handle of my stick but not touching it.
Dad... She started talking, but then she stopped.
"Speak", I said as I caressed her face, my fingers passing lightly over her lips.
About last night, she came forward without much conviction.
His little hand closed on my balls, I had a spasm of pleasure.
My affectionate little princess would make me so horny that I'd be able to mock only those delicate caresses.
I spoke, kind of apologizing but not being very honest because your little hand in my bag was disorienting me.
"No, it's all right". She stepped forward. Her little hand was now holding my dick and making me delirious.
She wasn't punching me, she was more like a caffé. I held her hand and started to teach her the moves.
You can squeeze a little more, honey. It won't hurt me". I said as my hand went down to her nipples.
She squeezed my cock, starting to punch more willingly.
"Are you enjoying the affection, Daddy?" There was now a half-ass tone in his voice.
"I'm worshipping, my love", I replied looking into her eyes.
She smiled embarrassedly.
His hand began to pick up the rhythm, punching me hard.
It's too big, Dad.
My little girl was a tiny, delicate thing, her 13-year-old self denouncing its fledgling body.
She was gorgeous, with a lovely little bundle - round and protruding and pointy; breasts too big for her age; waistline thin; belly-button yellowish and an appetizing navel.
"Honey, did you like the caress that Daddy gave to you yesterday?" I wanted to know.
It's a pity you stopped.
The little fist she made me was getting better and better. She now really squeezed my dick, it almost hurt. She had bent down a bit and found a good position to masturbate myself faster and stronger. I would bite her lips and unconsciously make this whore-like face that drove me crazy.
That's it, little girl... give your daddy a hand job.
You don't talk like that, it gives me the creeps.
<unk> Are you enjoying punching your daddy, love?
Pri told me that your stick is big and you like to play.
Did she say that, my angel?
I told you, Dad.
What else did she say, Re?
Even with her little hand on my dick punching me hard, I could tell she was embarrassed by the question and that made me even more curious.
<unk> Ah, Dad... <unk> she spoke with a moan <unk> ... things...
I sat on the bed and started making out with her.
I could feel my little girl twitching as I started to kiss her neck, the fur on her backside was itchy and I kept rubbing my lips against that soft skin while my hand massaged her shoulder.
<unk> Hmmm.... to Daddy... ahhhhh... what a delight.
My lips closed over the earlobe, I took a little bite while gently touching his back with my fingertips, sometimes scraping lightly near the bundle.
<unk> Ahhhhhhhh..... that little daddy.... hmmmmm...
The account will...
She moaned, squirmed sensuously and pushed her bundle.
<unk> She told me that it's a very nice stick to pick up... ahhhh... oh, Daddy. What delight!
I started massaging his ass from underneath the panties and my little finger would creep up through his reins, right down to his pink butt.
<unk> To my father... like this.
Her little bundle was already fully erect, her ass exposed.
Here, father... put it in my little hole.
When my finger got in, she locked her ass... trapped me inside of it I relaxed and let her get used to the intruder.
I still looked at her for a moment, contemplating that beauty half naïve and at the same time half malicious. Her little hand wouldn't let go of my dick; it kept punching me.
I got close to her and started hinting at a kiss, but it never came true.
My mouth would come close to hers, but when she moved forward I'd back off.
She was in a bad position, but still her little fist tasted delicious.
I kissed her face on the tip of my mouth, just to provoke her.
She reached out her free hand and held my balls, massaging them.
I took her by the neck and, looking at those two emeralds that were her eyes, let our lips meet. Her kiss was delicate in the beginning, the tongue did not participate in the joke, it was only a meeting of hungry lips. It was like a dance, as an exploration, with well-closed eyes we concentrated everything on touch, smell.
Her scent came to me in the form of perfume, her skin's smell, her sweet breath.
His hands would quickly figure out how to please me, and a little more I'd punch in his belly.
As her tongue entered the cornucopia of our lips, a new world of sensations seemed to emerge.
I had to hold her hand, make her stop punching me.
Just the frantic rubbing of lips and tongues was too much for me.
Feeling his fingers squeezing my stick and balls would make me explode.
I hugged his pre-teen body while sucking out his tongue.
I went to heaven and came back into that little angel's mouth, but as soon as I let go of her arms she tied me up with my legs and brought my pussy inside her tight little belly.
"Come, Daddy", she said.
I didn't think of anything else.
I slipped slowly into it, unable to get away from its mouth.
The flesh wouldn't budge, and I was afraid of hurting it.
<unk> Relax, darling. <unk> I whispered in his ear:
I'll let you in.
I sucked his tongue greedily and felt his body relax.
I locked it and the head went in.
My little girl screamed, but she was drowned by my kiss. I began to force the passage and her cunt twisted around me biting on my dick as if it didn't want to let him pass.
<unk> Ahhhh... dad.... keep going... hmmm... ahhhhh.... stuff it all in, go... I want to feel how you are.
All of a sudden, there's this family lockdown.
I took a deep breath and almost asked her if that was what she wanted even before breaking off the hymen, but the expression on her face dispensed with any questioning.
She was all desire, all lust.
When I broke his little seal and my dick slid all the way into her pussy, her head was thrown backwards and her tongue projected out in an expression of such great desire that it almost seemed anguish.
His already gasping breath now seemed half suffocated.
His little crotch squeezed my dick so tight I was afraid to move.
Suddenly her legs became entwined in my body, and she began to pull me into herself.
Come on, Daddy... please put some more in. It's so good
I began to pump my stick into his narrow little groin, each punch coming in tightly, lacing ever closer its hitherto virgin mouthpiece.
She scratched me, pulled my legs and moaned and cried.
The bed began to creak as I got in harder and stronger.
My little girl would roll around on my dick, bite her lips off... and I'd rest myself with one hand in bed while the other held onto her perfectly tiny boob.
Suddenly, Priscilla jumped into the bed next to us.
The fright was so great that I jumped out of bed.
The girl laughed pleasantly.
What the fuck is that, Pri?
The fright brought me back to myself and I realized the blood on the sheet, the noise we were making in the room.
My older daughter was in a corner of the house, and I wasn't sure if Little Carol had left yet.
I ran to the door and locked it.
"Calm down, Uncle". She spoke, barely able to pronounce the words amidst laughter.
How the fuck am I supposed to stay calm?
Seeing that I was really angry, she managed to control herself.
There's no one at home, uncle.
Remembering the madness of last night, I asked:
She didn't say anything before she left?
"Good", Pri said, as if she was thinking. I think she spoke to thank you for letting her sleep here and asked me to give you a kiss on her behalf.
As I spoke, she would take off the few clothes that were on her.
In the end, she opened her legs to show off her naked skinny little face. Opening her lips with naughty fingers.
Do you want your kiss now, uncle?
"I'm not your uncle", I said, trying to resist even though my desire was to shut him up with my hard cock.
"No, it's not"... she said as she started to boil my little titties... you are now my daddy.
I shouted, kind of desperate.
Under my dumbfounded gaze Priscilla gave a long tongue kiss to my daughter, which was fully reciprocated.
By the look on his face, it wasn't the first time.
Come here, daddy come fuck your little princesses finish what you started.
I felt like I was being manipulated, but the truth is that my hard-on spoke louder. Not in my wildest dreams did I think of seeing a scene like this unfolding before my eyes. Still I hesitated for a moment.
Priscilla came on all fours onto the bed like a puppy and pulled me by my stick.
"Please, Daddy", he begged her to fuck his little girl.
Little Red Riding Hood got on all fours in bed and Pri pulled my dick towards her. I felt the flesh gnawing at my cock again. I gritted my teeth in a foolish attempt to hide the hard-on that I was feeling.
How delightful, Daddy. My daughter has spoken.
My daughter started rolling on my dick while Pri lay with her legs wide open in the bed and pulled Little Red Riding Hood's head into her pussy.
I was watching from my cabin as my daughter sucked her best friend, the only woman's child that I had never dared to shave despite wanting it since adolescence.
And I beheld, and lo! my staff was in the midst of her flesh; blood of mine own flesh.
Pri would squeeze her perfect little titties looking at me and say,
Fuck your little girl, you bastard. Take advantage of the fact that his wife is not there and eat her princess.... ahhhhh... Rê, what an angel's mouth he has ... have you ever tasted your little daughter's lipstick, daddy? Have she sucked your hard cock yet?
Instigated by Pri's dirty talk, I would eat my little girl with pleasure holding her at the waist.
Looking at my daughter's gorgeous little bundle, looking at the beauty of that redheaded friend, a sweet beautiful teenager who is only 12 years old.
The little whore kept saying a thousand sweet things that every man likes to hear, while I stuck the stick in my angel.
Until one hour when I couldn't stand it, and as Priscilla rolled around in Little Red Riding Hood's mouth showing herself to me with the most vulgar facial expression that I had ever seen...
I thought about removing my cane so as not to fill my daughter with my milk, but the action didn't follow that thinking and what I ended up doing was burying even more of my pole in her litter box.
What I let out was not a groan, it didn't sound like the sounds produced by human beings; it was something that thundered. A rumbling. Something pulled from the beastly core of my reptilian brain. An animal scream. The roar of desire long repressed, long cherished.
I enjoyed myself as never before in my life.
My cock was seized by involuntary and violent contractions accompanied with an almost religious ecstasy...
My orgasm was so brutal that my legs went soft and I staggered like a drunk before falling awkwardly on the bed, right next to my daughter and her best friend.
Pri was still looking at me in fear, probably because of my scream that had awakened the whole neighborhood.
"Uncle, are you alright?" she asked me.
Now, with that little look of concern on her face Priscilla looked more like the sweet girl I'd always loved than the succubus who had seduced me and driven me to my greatest folly.
I blurred her face slightly, she tilted her head a little and closed her eyes.
Yes, princess. I spoke with sincerity and couldn't have been better.
I turned sideways, leaning on my arm just admiring their adolescent beauty.
Priscilla's green eyes were fixed on me, her drowned hair was spreading tiredly across the bed.
She was without a doubt the daughter I loved most, my beautiful little blonde doll.
Uncle... Pri's voice was full of fear.
"Speak, my dear", I replied enjoying the moment.
"Do you want your kiss now?" she asked.
I want to.
Come here, then.
As soon as I approached she attacked, sticking her tongue into my mouth with a gag that surprised me.
There was nothing delicate about his kiss. It wasn't a caress; it seemed more like rape. His mouth consumed mine, his tongue whipped mercilessly, making unrelenting movements, mistreating my language.
Kissing Renatinha had been a dance.
When she grabbed my stick, it was hard again.
She touched a handkerchief with the same eagerness she kissed, as if to tear my skin off... pulled and squeezed my cock so hard it hurt but at the same time punished my tongue in a mixture of pain and pleasure that drove me mad.
We weren't just kissing, nor was it anything that could be mistaken for a caress.
It was such an animalistic thing that it left my jaw aching the whole fucking weekend.
When we stopped hitting each other, or rather when we took that break in the middle of "fight" to evaluate our opponent, she was on all fours.
The spike she made was a crazy thing.
She spread her legs wide, tucked the little face into bed... threw her arms sideways in such a way that she couldn't get up any more and said:
What do you want from me now, Daddy?
Needless to say, all I needed was a taste of that little nympho's tight ass.
Are you offering me your little treat?
You want to see if I can take it?
She was offering me her ass, and I wasn't going to say no.
And that little girl's body is the one thing that drives me crazy.
Everybody has their own preferences, and I've always liked those shrimp-faced girls.
I like, as every man does those women who are hotter and meaner. As is the case with my eldest daughter... but my true piracy is these girls in their best Lolita style.
And Priscilla is herself. She's not chubby, she has no breasts, she isn't tall. She is pretty and small-bodied with a childlike face but simply an ordinary mind.
She's one of those girls who carries a challenge in her eyes.
It's a delicate little thing that looks like it will break if you squeeze too hard, and has this pathetic look on its face which makes one want to grab something just for the sake of putting some good claps in it. Wanting to take from behind and pull your hair out.
The way she stood, her ass was completely exposed... a perfect pink dot.
You're not my daughter, Pri I said.
I didn't want to admit it, but hearing her call me "daddy" made my dick go crazy hard and hurt.
"But I could be. Do you think I don't know?" she replied, looking at me with that demonic smile.
What are you talking about?
Put it right up my ass I'll tell you.
I lubricated my dick in his little pussy and leaned on his pointy ass.
<unk> That daddy, shove hot in my ass <unk> she was talking between moans.
I pushed until I could shove my fucking head in, and then it stopped.
She was bouncing and screaming.
What a delight, Daddy... fuck your little girl.
Tell me, Pri why did you say I could be your father?
Because I know you always wanted to fuck my mother.
My daughter didn't even react, it was as if she were listening to the weather forecast or some boring literature class.
"She knew", I thought, "Little Fairy knows too". Maybe everyone else did.
Pri started forcing her ass on my dick while I remained static trying to comprehend the size of shit this was all about.
What if it was my daughter? I asked.
I'd have given it to you long before, lost the squid on your dick just like Little Red Riding Hood.
She was teasing, and I got all horny at everything she said.
"Eat your girl, Daddy". Isn't that what you always wanted?
All this time, I've been preserving my friendship with Laine and Ale just to be called "the freak"?
I pushed everything in and pumped it hard until she screamed and farted.
Stop it, you're hurting me!
The more she screamed, the more I felt vindicated.
I started slapping her ass hard (as I always wanted to, but never admitted) and pulling at her hair.
Didn't you want me to fuck your ass, bitch?
And I laughed, laughing like a maniac because I knew that I was hurting her and loving every moment of it.
You thought you could fuck me, didn't ya?
I kept on punishing the slut until I couldn't take it anymore and made fun of her ass, laughing like a psychopath.
Tears began to well up on my face, and soon my laughter turned into a disjointed sob.
Repentance burst into my chest, thundering accusations in my mind.
What the fuck did I do?
I let myself get carried away by the words of a pre-teen.
How could she know the difference between respect and cowardice?
I had raped my daughter's best friend, beat her up.
Renata would never look at me the same way again.
It was my daughter's voice.
Suddenly I heard that mad laugh again, and when I opened my eyes, Priscilla was smiling as the frightened little girl seemed to try to make sense of what had happened.
<unk> You got me good, heim little daddy!? That's why I love you!
"She's crazy!" I thought. There was no other explanation, "she is completely insane". I was still thinking about it when she jumped up and wrapped me in her delicate arms.
I've always loved you and been jealous of Mommy, but it was me who made you laugh.
I'm your little whore!
It's just you take the fuck out that I come running to sit.
You can eat whoever you want in front of me that I leave, see?
The words seemed to go straight into my brain as I tried to digest it all.
It was all happening too fast.
It was too crazy for one morning, and to fuck it all up... the world's most bizarre declaration of love.
I know that I should have, like... tried to get out of all this madness but the words came into my mouth too fast for my conscience to interrupt.
<unk> I love you too... little girl.
Renatinha came to embrace us too, but I felt that she was shaking. God! I had completely forgotten about my own daughter.
What kind of sick relationship was I putting her in?
<unk> Continued
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The introduction is as follows:
In January of 2015, my good friend André and I wrote this masterpiece, and it was an intense and groundbreaking experience.
I confess there are real characters and fictional ones.
For my part, I reveal a secret passion and a little girl who changed my life forever.
The girl I loved, she showed me that being young doesn't mean you don't have the power to give a grown man the best sex of his life.
I know that someone has copied the original text posted on an erotic website, but please re-read this new version because I have decided to update and include some details which had been left out.
Understand that while much of this is true, it's fiction and I won't be able to help people who want to relate with any of the characters in this story.
Have a good time!
KNOWING the characters:
I married Jessica when we were still teenagers because of an unexpected pregnancy.
Even though our marriage was a bit "forced", I've never been an example of faithfulness.
Ana Paula was born, a beautiful little girl who forever changed the way I saw the world.
A joy for the house, a hope to become a better man.
Then came Renata, who had an unusual sweetness.
In that story, I have to include my childhood friends Xande and Laine.
Partners in everything, they were like family.
And the same age as my little Renata, they had Priscilla who became an inseparable friend of my daughter.
Carolina arrived two years later, closing our team of beautiful little girls.
When and Where:
Now that we know the characters of this story, I want you to understand that the following events take place in 1998, in a small town in interior São Paulo.
And that year, I was 34, my wife 31.
Ana Paula turned 17 that month, Renatinha and Priscila were 12, and the youngest was Carol at 10.
I worked in an accounting office, and my wife was a clerk at one of the area's famous department stores.
Chapter 1: The flag
I think it's fair to say that he was a very liberal father, not picking on girls and even allowing Ana to have boyfriends.
I would talk openly about sex with them, and we had a perfect relationship.
My wife was more reserved, didn't talk to them much and let me handle most things.
I vividly remember the day my life began to take a different turn.
I had finished work early and decided to go home, rest up and watch a movie on TV.
Since it was not usual for me to arrive early, I came across something strange.
No one's home, but the back door was open.
I walked in, and there was silence.
But when I got to the corridor, there was laughter and whispers.
Some little whiners made me sure there was something sexual going on in the girls' room.
I thought: "Could it be that Aninha is getting ready with her boyfriend here in the house?"
It was disrespectful to my sweet home.
And worse, some of the other minors could see things they couldn't.
Anyway, I was ready to blow the whistle and kick out the intruder when...
Hey, wait a second.
I could tell by the door handle that it wasn't any of my daughters.
My God, it was little Priscilla... the daughter of my friends and Renatinha's best friend.
She was on her knees sucking a boy's dick that I didn't know, but she looked like 14 or 15 years old.
What a relief!
What to do now?
I didn't think about Xandi and Laine.
All that went through my head was, "Wow! I'm so glad she's not my daughter".
It was such a selfish thought, such petty comfort that for some moments I could do nothing but stand half-mouthed and completely relieved at the door.
And at that moment, with all this going on in my head... I realized through the mirror she saw me.
At that goddamn hour, she'd take the roll out of her mouth and look right at me and smile and suck it back in.
He stared into my eyes like he was celebrating by doing a private little porn show, or worse yet put me on the scene as if I were some kind of weird voyeuristic neighbor.
What a piranha, I thought.
Now she was on all fours at the edge of her bed.
Upon seeing me, she turned the bundle to my side and stuck her tail firmly in my direction so that I could see her wet little face, tight ass, succulent nipples, and angel-like countenance.
It was like she invited me to fuck her.
Like you're offering that wonderful ass to me.
As it fell on its mouth, she stroked the pussy in increasingly rapid movements.
I know what you should have done!
I know that I should have snuck you two out of my house and told her parents everything.
It would disgrace her friendship with my daughter, but at least it'd keep my little princess safe from that whore.
But Priscilla over there, smiling at me was a portrait of her mother 14 years ago when I was nothing more than an awkward teenager and she was the prettiest girl in school.
The same fiery-colored hair, the same juicy breasts... the same slender build... and the same rounded, bulging little bundle that unfortunately I never got to experience.
And how she sucked, the bitch.
The guy's dick, which was not small at all, would disappear completely into that little angel mouth and reappear in a delirious back-and-forth.
Her little eyes would sparkle, and she'd hold that stick with taste... and suck it loudly just like I imagined her mother doing to me in my old boyhood dreams.
And he wouldn't stop looking at me.
When her mouth wasn't completely taken over by the face, she smiled in complicity.
I was already hypnotized, stroking my dick over the top of my pants without being able to get out.
After a few minutes, the guy announced his orgasm.
The little bitch started sucking the head of his dick more vigorously while her delicate hand punched him savagely.
From the guy's screams, I could tell he was having a good time filling Pri's little mouth.
She got up from the bed in a motion so graceful and sensual that I almost laughed myself into my pants, looked me straight in the eye through the mirror and with an extravagant smile swallowed her whole fucking face.
All my desire for her mother, Laine... came back to me in an instant.
Every secret handshake, every time I spied on her changing in the ladies' locker room... all those fantasies and crazy things that went through my mind. And none of it compared to what your daughter had just done right in front of me.
Chapter 2: Taking the covers off
I almost walked into that room and grabbed her.
I could hardly contain myself and run away.
I ran to the bathroom and touched the fastest hand job of my life.
I hadn't even put my hand in the poop, and he was spitting his dick all over the bathroom sink.
I wandered around downtown for hours, and in the evening when it got cold, I returned home.
The girl was no longer at home, and the moleque also disappeared.
My girls were home, all three of them.
I asked Ana Paula where they were a few hours ago.
She said she took the sisters out for ice cream.
Why didn't you go with Priscilla?
We didn't see her that afternoon.
Oh, of course.
I remembered she knew where the back keys were.
She should have realized that the house would be alone and decided to prepare.
Ana Paula was not lying to me.
She also told me that during the walk she saw her boyfriend kissing another girl.
It's a pity they suffer such young disappointments.
I was very nervous and kept telling myself the story of the perpetrator.
After a few hours, she had managed to calm down and while I watched TV in the living room with my girls, she prepared dinner.
My wife called me saying she was going to her mom's across town.
I had partially forgotten what happened that afternoon.
When the doorbell rang and Little Red Riding Hood answered, I didn't even think about her until I heard her voice.
I was breathless as that voice which had been so dear and familiar over the years resounded through the room.
That's how stubborn it seemed to me at the time.
"Fuck me", she'd say in my imagination, "fuck me like you always wanted to fuck my mother".
Fuck me, you son of a bitch.
Little Red Riding Hood promptly embraced her, and the two laughed together.
She settled down next to me under the covers, as she always did.
She kissed my face like she always did, but there was an electricity on her lips that had never been there before.
I wanted to resist the madness, but my hand searched for hers underneath the covers and pulled her up against my hard cock over my pajamas.
She'd talk some nonsense to my daughters while her little angel hand squeezed my cock.
I was gasping for breath, and it seemed to me that everyone in the room could hear my heartbeat.
She put her hand under my trousers and took off the roller. Only the glow of the TV on lit up the room, but the back-and-forth in the blanket seemed too obvious to me.
It was impossible for my daughters not to notice that their friend was punching her father. She kept squeezing my dick and punching me faster and harder until I couldn't take it anymore, and when my younger daughter started putting her hand on my belly, I burst out of the water, mumbling through my pajamas and blanket and into Priscilla and Carol's delicate little hands.
Chapter 3: In the Kitchen
I had held Carol's hand to stop her from feeling the semen sneeze everywhere, but it was too late.
She looked at me in fear and hurried from the couch to her room.
As soon as I could, I went after him... carrying with me the tattered blanket of sperm that I'd kept in my closet.
I cleaned myself up as best I could and found my face on the girls' room door.
She had locked the door.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, asking to come in.
It took a little while, but soon she's gonna open the door wide.
Carol, I don't know what to tell you... and it was true.
His shy smile caught me off guard.
"It's all right, Dad". She said.
<unk> Do you forgive Daddy, then love?
Of course I love you.
I love you too, honey.
It was a fucking accident.
But I wasn't in a position to argue, so I let it go.
Actually, my dick was hard again and I just thought about going down there to see Pri again.
I went to my room and got a clean blanket, but when I arrived in the living room the TV was off.
In the short amount of time I was up there with Carol, I thought about a thousand crazy things that could be done under Pri's blanket on that very couch.
The idea of my daughter Renata, Pri's best friend, being nearby did not deter me; on the contrary, it made me even more horny.
I heard voices in the kitchen, there was laughter too. When I arrived, I saw Pri and Renatinha with their backs to me near the door. Ana Paula was busy making pots.
I sat in the chair, close to where they both were and started talking with them but my hand reached out until it touched Pri's leg which smilingly came closer than me.
My hand slowly climbed up the inside of her thighs where I felt a mealy steak.
She was soaked that her juice had begun to trickle down the legs. Slightly awkward and with my left hand, I pulled out my cane and began a slow fistfight while my other hand slipped underneath her mini-skirt.
She wasn't wearing any panties, and I was freaked out when I realized that.
Soon as I started to lick her pussy, she pulled her hand back and lifted up the sleeve to show me her ass... and what a beautiful bundle it was.
I ran my fingers through its groove, and in doing so heard a wholly involuntary moan come out of its mouth.
It was so strong and full of desire that the conversation immediately stopped, and Ana Paula looked back to see what had happened.
We were kind of frozen in the scene.
She with her skirt completely up, showing off the tight little bundle.
Ra hugged her, looking at her friend in amazement... my oldest daughter with a spoon in her hand and look half frightened looking back... while I boiled the little bundle of that red-haired nympho.
They looked at Pri, but they didn't see my hand hidden by the table and her body tucked up in his ass.
If there was a moment when everything could go home, that's it.
If Little Red Riding Hood looked back or if her hand slipped off the waist of a friend, she would feel her daddy's hand on her little buddy's purse and shit would hit the fan.
My heart was pounding, but my hands were working more feverishly.
The left was squeezing my dick into that one of the tightest fists I've ever had, and the right was clutching Pri's bundle even more vigorously.
My thumb, at that exact moment, burrowed into her ass causing a spasm and another groan cutting through the air.
She even leaned against the table so much that her legs trembled.
"Is everything all right, Priya?" asked the little girl.
Ana Paula, the older one, seemed to have recognised a horny look in those two moans and was equally astonished at something else I could not determine.
She came to put out the fire and made mention of coming up where we were, but Pri was quicker:
<unk> Your stocking is half-fluid... that's all. ...your voice breaks, failing every time my thumb forced its way through your tight little hole.
While my thumb was crawling up your ass, my middle finger found his cricket and played with it.
Are you all right? I wanted to ask Ana Paula if she wants us to take her to the doctor.
"It's all right", Ana Pri said, almost gasping for breath.
You know. Anna spoke as she went back to her pots.
I put my middle finger into her little shoe with force and started to move the fingers inside of it, thumb on the butt and middle one in the shin.
It began to roll in my hand as I whispered something into Ra's ear.
I couldn't hear it, but I didn't want to either.
That whole situation was almost leading me to another orgasm.
Her buttocks and asses contracted, biting my fingers which moved wildly in Pri's entrails until, at a stronger movement she began to mock.
At the same time that I felt the spasms, I saw Priscilla shove her hand up my little girl's ass and squeeze it over her pajamas.
Little Red's eyes widened, and she even gave birth to a chick. She did not complain or do anything to take the hand of her friend away from her little bundle.
I felt Pri's juice dribble down my hand as I watched my youngest daughter get bonked by that little tramp.
That's when I couldn't take it anymore and started mocking, soiling the tablecloth and kitchen floor with my cock.
But when I was about to take my hand out of Pri's ass, she let go and grabbed me tightly.
Without realizing it, I looked at her and saw that slutty smile on her face.
The same smile I'd seen in the bedroom when she was sucking that stranger.
She started pulling on my hand, forcing me to stand at the edge of the chair. Leading me towards Little Elk.
At the same time I knew what she wanted and know that I should have rejected this idea, but my hard-on spoke louder. And even though I had already mocked her twice before... My dick was stubborn not to go down...
Next thing I know, I'm groping my little girl.
The softness of her pyjamas and the firmness of your ass have enraptured me.
I didn't hold her with the same strength as Pri, and lacked courage to do so.
I got up from the chair, positioned myself behind Pri with my hard dick resting on her back while a hand bounced off of my little girl's ass.
I lowered myself, causing my scroll to slide into its little bundle. Whether it was looking at my daughter's flawless bundle being touched by my hand or the expression of pleasure she made with her eyes closed...
I inserted my thirsty dick into the opening of Pri's urinal, propped it up with my left arm, then forced an entrance.
She was much tighter than I imagined, my dick squeezed by her wet flesh in a vigorous embrace.
She looked back and started talking to me:
It's too big.
Those words, along with the low sighs and moans coming out of that little mouth would drive me crazy.
Knowing that my little girl Rê was already beginning to roll with pleasure in my hand brought me into another stage of excitement.
A stage forbidden by God and man.
I felt like a criminal, a monster and at the same time wanted it all to be fucked up.
My dick got into little Pri, forcing its way through the tight and meaty flesh.
Every inch was an explosion of pleasure.
She was too young and I was too old.
I forced my dick into his xana with the same vigour with which I was forcing my mind to break every taboo that prevented me from drawing out of this experience all the pleasure I could.
Pri was all over me, practically dropping her weight on my stick -- tiny little thing that didn't even open its eyes as it rolled and pushed the bundle so I could roll and squeeze.
At some point, I felt like it had all come together.
I began to pump slowly as I squeezed my little girl's bundle more and more eagerly.
Pri leaned on the table and Ra's shoulder.
I started putting it in faster, harder.
Her pussy was biting my dick, it almost hurt so tight.
My legs were already aching from the stance, but I kept moving my hips and pumping that little bitch.
At the same time, my hand finally slipped into Ra's pajamas and my fingers found her ass.
She opened her eyes and looked me straight in the eye, but she didn't say anything.
His expression was a mixture of terror and horny.
She was panting and rolling on my hand.
Pri was already starting to moan louder.
My daughter squeezed my arm with her delicate little hand and said "Oh, Daddy" in such a loud and tearful way that I began to mock it by grinding my teeth so as not to scream out this forbidden pleasure for the whole neighborhood to hear.
Pri couldn't stand up, so she sat on my leg and dropped her body onto me.
Ana Paula finally finished her supper, and we had dinner... without saying another word.
There was an unmistakable smell of sex in the air, and there's no way my oldest daughter couldn't have heard those moans.
No one commented on it.
Chapter 4: In Bed with Ana Paula
After dinner, amid laughter and whispering, Renatinha and Pri went upstairs to sleep.
I mentioned retreating too, but Ana Paula insisted that I talk to her.
I thought she was going to talk about the quickie that I had just given Pri, maybe even the blow job on my little girl. But to my relief, all she wanted to do was keep talking about her boyfriend's betrayal.
What kind of selfish monster was I becoming?
My oldest daughter's boyfriend cheats on her God knows how many times, and when she comes to talk to me all I can think about is "How do you fuck my other girl's little friend?"
The guilt ended up making me stay with Ana Paula longer than I had planned, and we talked almost all night long - sometimes coldly trying to analyze the situation, at other times crying profusely in my arms.
At that point, the girls' mother called again and said she would be staying with her sick mom who needed help.
I decided that because of Annie's deprived state and Priscilla taking up her bed in the girls' room, she would sleep there with me.
It was not unusual for one of them to sleep with me, since their mother always slept away.
She liked to sleep in her underwear and a light T-shirt.
It's been a habit since I was young.
I embraced her, whispering words of affection in her ear.
I talked about our love for her, made her realize that we would face this little crisis as a family.
She fell asleep in my arms.
The position I found myself in was really uncomfortable.
I married Jessica because of an unexpected pregnancy, and despite my great affection for her, I don't think I ever loved her the way that I should have.
We weren't cuddling or anything anyway.
I was trying to sleep when all of a sudden, the exciting scenes that had happened on Friday afternoon came back to me as well as Pri's fistfight with me in my sofa and his little run-in in the kitchen.
I think Ana Paula was dreaming about her boyfriend because she started moving her hips, teasing me.
I struggled with the desire that was growing in me, but to no avail.
I tried to deceive myself, arguing with my conscience that this little cocoon was nothing special and even good for making my daughter feel less needy. But deep down inside I knew the monstrosity of what I was doing.
I was rubbing my hard-on on my oldest daughter's bundle.
At the same time that I knew it had to stop, I pretended nothing was happening.
I began to pump her little bundle harder and stronger as she clutched at my body, in a moment of utter madness I pulled out my stick. My heart was pounding wildly fearing that she would wake up while wishing for the perfect body.
My trembling hands pulled her panties out of the way, my dick was so hard that from where I stood it was difficult for me to get him into her vagina and when I finally did Ana Paula moved abruptly and half-awake whispered:
Father... what are you doing?
Quickly and awkwardly, I tried to put my dick in my underwear and answer:
Nothing, Ana... I was stuttering.
Get a blanket, it is cold.
With a sigh of relief, I grabbed the fucking blanket and got as far away from her as the bed would allow me to get... and went straight for sleep.
Chapter 5: Happy Children 's Day
I dreamt that I was at a masquerade ball and eating several delicious women, making fun of them inside their trunks.
In the dream, my wife asked why our daughters' bellies were swollen and even while Carol was paying me a kiss I stuttered an answer but my daughter sucked so well that I couldn't speak.
Unable to move, I watched as Jessica packed her bags and walked out of my life, leaving me alone with a bunch of pregnant daughters.
So back to reality, I woke up.
When I opened my eyes, frightened, it was as if I were still in a dream because I felt something moist and soft massaging my dick.
The hallway light partly illuminated the room, and I remembered closing my door.
I was still half asleep for a while, afraid to look at my roll. Afraid of seeing my pregnant daughter sucking me off. But the kiss felt so good that it woke me up forever.
With a certain relief, I saw that it was Priscilla who was falling on her face for me while Ana Paula slept like a stone beside me.
I grabbed the piranha's hair, forcing its head against my roller.
She didn't even look at my face, she just delighted herself loudly with my stick.
She just swallowed her little head in a dizzying back and forth, squeezed my balls, punched me, licked my tin can roll, shoved all of my cock into her angel-like mouthpiece stretching out her tongue to suck on the bag, put my cock back in her mouth again going about halfway through, then coming right back up to the little head getting faster and stronger.
It scared the shit out of me, especially since Priscilla never once stopped sucking my dick.
Ana Paula gave me a good half-yawned day and got up with her eyes closed, not noticing Pri's presence.
The danger seemed to excite Priscilla, who began sucking me even more violently while I was petrified. Pri's mouth salivating grabbed my cock as if it wanted to tear him off; her tongue whipped at my stick; she punched my dick with a fist and licked and sucked and squeezed my balls so hungry for fuck that I couldn't stand it and enjoyed myself in her little doll-mouth, tugging her head against my roll, screwing her luscious mouth. With every spasm, a throttle; with each burst full of beating, one shoved up into Pri 's throat.
When it was all over, she just walked out of the room. But I didn't care about that.
I woke up with Little Renee making me a coffee. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, her face serene and smiling. My little girl looked like a porcelain doll. Her blond hair framed that angelic countenance which had always brought me peace no matter what interludes my life went through. Yet after last night there was sexual tension in it, an ounce of horniness that never permeated our relationship before.
I remembered vividly my hand on her delicate little bundle, my fingers touching that tight ass and just having it so close to me already made my dick alert and throbbing.
<unk> Ana is preparing the coffee <unk> she communicated to me, her voice made the atmosphere around us vibrate with a delicious sweetness, charming me by melody.
<unk> Oh... I retorted in a lazy whimper.
She let out a chuckle as her hand slowly ran into my chest.
I closed my eyes, already with my hand caressing the stick.
My little girl began to gasp as her delicate hand reached down into my belly.
I wanted to know.
Her little fingers were playing with my bellybutton.
<unk> She's changing, it looks like she goes to the mall.
I put my hand on her face, she closed her eyes.
Her hand slipped under my panties, she was reaching for the handle of my stick but not touching it.
Dad... She started talking, but then she stopped.
"Speak", I said as I caressed her face, my fingers passing lightly over her lips.
About last night, she came forward without much conviction.
His little hand closed on my balls, I had a spasm of pleasure.
My affectionate little princess would make me so horny that I'd be able to mock only those delicate caresses.
I spoke, kind of apologizing but not being very honest because your little hand in my bag was disorienting me.
"No, it's all right". She stepped forward. Her little hand was now holding my dick and making me delirious.
She wasn't punching me, she was more like a caffé. I held her hand and started to teach her the moves.
You can squeeze a little more, honey. It won't hurt me". I said as my hand went down to her nipples.
She squeezed my cock, starting to punch more willingly.
"Are you enjoying the affection, Daddy?" There was now a half-ass tone in his voice.
"I'm worshipping, my love", I replied looking into her eyes.
She smiled embarrassedly.
His hand began to pick up the rhythm, punching me hard.
It's too big, Dad.
My little girl was a tiny, delicate thing, her 13-year-old self denouncing its fledgling body.
She was gorgeous, with a lovely little bundle - round and protruding and pointy; breasts too big for her age; waistline thin; belly-button yellowish and an appetizing navel.
"Honey, did you like the caress that Daddy gave to you yesterday?" I wanted to know.
It's a pity you stopped.
The little fist she made me was getting better and better. She now really squeezed my dick, it almost hurt. She had bent down a bit and found a good position to masturbate myself faster and stronger. I would bite her lips and unconsciously make this whore-like face that drove me crazy.
That's it, little girl... give your daddy a hand job.
You don't talk like that, it gives me the creeps.
<unk> Are you enjoying punching your daddy, love?
Pri told me that your stick is big and you like to play.
Did she say that, my angel?
I told you, Dad.
What else did she say, Re?
Even with her little hand on my dick punching me hard, I could tell she was embarrassed by the question and that made me even more curious.
<unk> Ah, Dad... <unk> she spoke with a moan <unk> ... things...
I sat on the bed and started making out with her.
I could feel my little girl twitching as I started to kiss her neck, the fur on her backside was itchy and I kept rubbing my lips against that soft skin while my hand massaged her shoulder.
<unk> Hmmm.... to Daddy... ahhhhh... what a delight.
My lips closed over the earlobe, I took a little bite while gently touching his back with my fingertips, sometimes scraping lightly near the bundle.
<unk> Ahhhhhhhh..... that little daddy.... hmmmmm...
The account will...
She moaned, squirmed sensuously and pushed her bundle.
<unk> She told me that it's a very nice stick to pick up... ahhhh... oh, Daddy. What delight!
I started massaging his ass from underneath the panties and my little finger would creep up through his reins, right down to his pink butt.
<unk> To my father... like this.
Her little bundle was already fully erect, her ass exposed.
Here, father... put it in my little hole.
When my finger got in, she locked her ass... trapped me inside of it I relaxed and let her get used to the intruder.
I still looked at her for a moment, contemplating that beauty half naïve and at the same time half malicious. Her little hand wouldn't let go of my dick; it kept punching me.
I got close to her and started hinting at a kiss, but it never came true.
My mouth would come close to hers, but when she moved forward I'd back off.
She was in a bad position, but still her little fist tasted delicious.
I kissed her face on the tip of my mouth, just to provoke her.
She reached out her free hand and held my balls, massaging them.
I took her by the neck and, looking at those two emeralds that were her eyes, let our lips meet. Her kiss was delicate in the beginning, the tongue did not participate in the joke, it was only a meeting of hungry lips. It was like a dance, as an exploration, with well-closed eyes we concentrated everything on touch, smell.
Her scent came to me in the form of perfume, her skin's smell, her sweet breath.
His hands would quickly figure out how to please me, and a little more I'd punch in his belly.
As her tongue entered the cornucopia of our lips, a new world of sensations seemed to emerge.
I had to hold her hand, make her stop punching me.
Just the frantic rubbing of lips and tongues was too much for me.
Feeling his fingers squeezing my stick and balls would make me explode.
I hugged his pre-teen body while sucking out his tongue.
I went to heaven and came back into that little angel's mouth, but as soon as I let go of her arms she tied me up with my legs and brought my pussy inside her tight little belly.
"Come, Daddy", she said.
I didn't think of anything else.
I slipped slowly into it, unable to get away from its mouth.
The flesh wouldn't budge, and I was afraid of hurting it.
<unk> Relax, darling. <unk> I whispered in his ear:
I'll let you in.
I sucked his tongue greedily and felt his body relax.
I locked it and the head went in.
My little girl screamed, but she was drowned by my kiss. I began to force the passage and her cunt twisted around me biting on my dick as if it didn't want to let him pass.
<unk> Ahhhh... dad.... keep going... hmmm... ahhhhh.... stuff it all in, go... I want to feel how you are.
All of a sudden, there's this family lockdown.
I took a deep breath and almost asked her if that was what she wanted even before breaking off the hymen, but the expression on her face dispensed with any questioning.
She was all desire, all lust.
When I broke his little seal and my dick slid all the way into her pussy, her head was thrown backwards and her tongue projected out in an expression of such great desire that it almost seemed anguish.
His already gasping breath now seemed half suffocated.
His little crotch squeezed my dick so tight I was afraid to move.
Suddenly her legs became entwined in my body, and she began to pull me into herself.
Come on, Daddy... please put some more in. It's so good
I began to pump my stick into his narrow little groin, each punch coming in tightly, lacing ever closer its hitherto virgin mouthpiece.
She scratched me, pulled my legs and moaned and cried.
The bed began to creak as I got in harder and stronger.
My little girl would roll around on my dick, bite her lips off... and I'd rest myself with one hand in bed while the other held onto her perfectly tiny boob.
Suddenly, Priscilla jumped into the bed next to us.
The fright was so great that I jumped out of bed.
The girl laughed pleasantly.
What the fuck is that, Pri?
The fright brought me back to myself and I realized the blood on the sheet, the noise we were making in the room.
My older daughter was in a corner of the house, and I wasn't sure if Little Carol had left yet.
I ran to the door and locked it.
"Calm down, Uncle". She spoke, barely able to pronounce the words amidst laughter.
How the fuck am I supposed to stay calm?
Seeing that I was really angry, she managed to control herself.
There's no one at home, uncle.
Remembering the madness of last night, I asked:
She didn't say anything before she left?
"Good", Pri said, as if she was thinking. I think she spoke to thank you for letting her sleep here and asked me to give you a kiss on her behalf.
As I spoke, she would take off the few clothes that were on her.
In the end, she opened her legs to show off her naked skinny little face. Opening her lips with naughty fingers.
Do you want your kiss now, uncle?
"I'm not your uncle", I said, trying to resist even though my desire was to shut him up with my hard cock.
"No, it's not"... she said as she started to boil my little titties... you are now my daddy.
I shouted, kind of desperate.
Under my dumbfounded gaze Priscilla gave a long tongue kiss to my daughter, which was fully reciprocated.
By the look on his face, it wasn't the first time.
Come here, daddy come fuck your little princesses finish what you started.
I felt like I was being manipulated, but the truth is that my hard-on spoke louder. Not in my wildest dreams did I think of seeing a scene like this unfolding before my eyes. Still I hesitated for a moment.
Priscilla came on all fours onto the bed like a puppy and pulled me by my stick.
"Please, Daddy", he begged her to fuck his little girl.
Little Red Riding Hood got on all fours in bed and Pri pulled my dick towards her. I felt the flesh gnawing at my cock again. I gritted my teeth in a foolish attempt to hide the hard-on that I was feeling.
How delightful, Daddy. My daughter has spoken.
My daughter started rolling on my dick while Pri lay with her legs wide open in the bed and pulled Little Red Riding Hood's head into her pussy.
I was watching from my cabin as my daughter sucked her best friend, the only woman's child that I had never dared to shave despite wanting it since adolescence.
And I beheld, and lo! my staff was in the midst of her flesh; blood of mine own flesh.
Pri would squeeze her perfect little titties looking at me and say,
Fuck your little girl, you bastard. Take advantage of the fact that his wife is not there and eat her princess.... ahhhhh... Rê, what an angel's mouth he has ... have you ever tasted your little daughter's lipstick, daddy? Have she sucked your hard cock yet?
Instigated by Pri's dirty talk, I would eat my little girl with pleasure holding her at the waist.
Looking at my daughter's gorgeous little bundle, looking at the beauty of that redheaded friend, a sweet beautiful teenager who is only 12 years old.
The little whore kept saying a thousand sweet things that every man likes to hear, while I stuck the stick in my angel.
Until one hour when I couldn't stand it, and as Priscilla rolled around in Little Red Riding Hood's mouth showing herself to me with the most vulgar facial expression that I had ever seen...
I thought about removing my cane so as not to fill my daughter with my milk, but the action didn't follow that thinking and what I ended up doing was burying even more of my pole in her litter box.
What I let out was not a groan, it didn't sound like the sounds produced by human beings; it was something that thundered. A rumbling. Something pulled from the beastly core of my reptilian brain. An animal scream. The roar of desire long repressed, long cherished.
I enjoyed myself as never before in my life.
My cock was seized by involuntary and violent contractions accompanied with an almost religious ecstasy...
My orgasm was so brutal that my legs went soft and I staggered like a drunk before falling awkwardly on the bed, right next to my daughter and her best friend.
Pri was still looking at me in fear, probably because of my scream that had awakened the whole neighborhood.
"Uncle, are you alright?" she asked me.
Now, with that little look of concern on her face Priscilla looked more like the sweet girl I'd always loved than the succubus who had seduced me and driven me to my greatest folly.
I blurred her face slightly, she tilted her head a little and closed her eyes.
Yes, princess. I spoke with sincerity and couldn't have been better.
I turned sideways, leaning on my arm just admiring their adolescent beauty.
Priscilla's green eyes were fixed on me, her drowned hair was spreading tiredly across the bed.
She was without a doubt the daughter I loved most, my beautiful little blonde doll.
Uncle... Pri's voice was full of fear.
"Speak, my dear", I replied enjoying the moment.
"Do you want your kiss now?" she asked.
I want to.
Come here, then.
As soon as I approached she attacked, sticking her tongue into my mouth with a gag that surprised me.
There was nothing delicate about his kiss. It wasn't a caress; it seemed more like rape. His mouth consumed mine, his tongue whipped mercilessly, making unrelenting movements, mistreating my language.
Kissing Renatinha had been a dance.
When she grabbed my stick, it was hard again.
She touched a handkerchief with the same eagerness she kissed, as if to tear my skin off... pulled and squeezed my cock so hard it hurt but at the same time punished my tongue in a mixture of pain and pleasure that drove me mad.
We weren't just kissing, nor was it anything that could be mistaken for a caress.
It was such an animalistic thing that it left my jaw aching the whole fucking weekend.
When we stopped hitting each other, or rather when we took that break in the middle of "fight" to evaluate our opponent, she was on all fours.
The spike she made was a crazy thing.
She spread her legs wide, tucked the little face into bed... threw her arms sideways in such a way that she couldn't get up any more and said:
What do you want from me now, Daddy?
Needless to say, all I needed was a taste of that little nympho's tight ass.
Are you offering me your little treat?
You want to see if I can take it?
She was offering me her ass, and I wasn't going to say no.
And that little girl's body is the one thing that drives me crazy.
Everybody has their own preferences, and I've always liked those shrimp-faced girls.
I like, as every man does those women who are hotter and meaner. As is the case with my eldest daughter... but my true piracy is these girls in their best Lolita style.
And Priscilla is herself. She's not chubby, she has no breasts, she isn't tall. She is pretty and small-bodied with a childlike face but simply an ordinary mind.
She's one of those girls who carries a challenge in her eyes.
It's a delicate little thing that looks like it will break if you squeeze too hard, and has this pathetic look on its face which makes one want to grab something just for the sake of putting some good claps in it. Wanting to take from behind and pull your hair out.
The way she stood, her ass was completely exposed... a perfect pink dot.
You're not my daughter, Pri I said.
I didn't want to admit it, but hearing her call me "daddy" made my dick go crazy hard and hurt.
"But I could be. Do you think I don't know?" she replied, looking at me with that demonic smile.
What are you talking about?
Put it right up my ass I'll tell you.
I lubricated my dick in his little pussy and leaned on his pointy ass.
<unk> That daddy, shove hot in my ass <unk> she was talking between moans.
I pushed until I could shove my fucking head in, and then it stopped.
She was bouncing and screaming.
What a delight, Daddy... fuck your little girl.
Tell me, Pri why did you say I could be your father?
Because I know you always wanted to fuck my mother.
My daughter didn't even react, it was as if she were listening to the weather forecast or some boring literature class.
"She knew", I thought, "Little Fairy knows too". Maybe everyone else did.
Pri started forcing her ass on my dick while I remained static trying to comprehend the size of shit this was all about.
What if it was my daughter? I asked.
I'd have given it to you long before, lost the squid on your dick just like Little Red Riding Hood.
She was teasing, and I got all horny at everything she said.
"Eat your girl, Daddy". Isn't that what you always wanted?
All this time, I've been preserving my friendship with Laine and Ale just to be called "the freak"?
I pushed everything in and pumped it hard until she screamed and farted.
Stop it, you're hurting me!
The more she screamed, the more I felt vindicated.
I started slapping her ass hard (as I always wanted to, but never admitted) and pulling at her hair.
Didn't you want me to fuck your ass, bitch?
And I laughed, laughing like a maniac because I knew that I was hurting her and loving every moment of it.
You thought you could fuck me, didn't ya?
I kept on punishing the slut until I couldn't take it anymore and made fun of her ass, laughing like a psychopath.
Tears began to well up on my face, and soon my laughter turned into a disjointed sob.
Repentance burst into my chest, thundering accusations in my mind.
What the fuck did I do?
I let myself get carried away by the words of a pre-teen.
How could she know the difference between respect and cowardice?
I had raped my daughter's best friend, beat her up.
Renata would never look at me the same way again.
It was my daughter's voice.
Suddenly I heard that mad laugh again, and when I opened my eyes, Priscilla was smiling as the frightened little girl seemed to try to make sense of what had happened.
<unk> You got me good, heim little daddy!? That's why I love you!
"She's crazy!" I thought. There was no other explanation, "she is completely insane". I was still thinking about it when she jumped up and wrapped me in her delicate arms.
I've always loved you and been jealous of Mommy, but it was me who made you laugh.
I'm your little whore!
It's just you take the fuck out that I come running to sit.
You can eat whoever you want in front of me that I leave, see?
The words seemed to go straight into my brain as I tried to digest it all.
It was all happening too fast.
It was too crazy for one morning, and to fuck it all up... the world's most bizarre declaration of love.
I know that I should have, like... tried to get out of all this madness but the words came into my mouth too fast for my conscience to interrupt.
<unk> I love you too... little girl.
Renatinha came to embrace us too, but I felt that she was shaking. God! I had completely forgotten about my own daughter.
What kind of sick relationship was I putting her in?
<unk> Continued
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