Fucked by Dad in the shower

My parents are divorced for many years, in fact I don't have much memory of them together. I remember that during the school holidays always spent a few days at my dad's house. I would like to go to Maracanã and watch games with him. Never thought about it as a man, our relationship was always very respectful. As the years passed I stopped going to Maracana, already getting girly and found other more "interesting" things to do. When I turned 14 Dad remarried Spanish girl named Perlla. Daddy has always been a "guy", he liked sports a lot, had a well-defined body. My mother, on the other hand, was already a bit old and her 11 years older than my father made her quite elderly. Maybe that's why the marriage didn't work out. I think she even liked him because he kept talking about horrors of this Perlla. After the wedding Dad went to live in Spain and could only contact with him through phone and postcards. Two years later the marriage broke up and dad returned to Brazil. I moved closer to him and embraced with tenderness. He took off his sunglasses and looked at me in surprise: "Wow, how you grew up! There's a girl!" I always thought of myself as beautiful; I don't have green eyes or flowing hair, but my body is well made. I am not good at the gym because I find it annoying, but I play sports, volleyball and like running along the shore. I had some boyfriends, I was always very popular in high school, but boys my own age do not interest me much. I arrived with Dad in his apartment (Dad had the good sense not to get rid of it!), It was a large one-man flat, two bedrooms, living room, bathroom, kitchen and balcony overlooking the street. As soon as we got there dad received some phone calls (I bet they were from his numerous "girlfriends"), didn't want to talk much in front of me and said that he would go to the concierge to speak to someone. I did not mind and went into the kitchen to prepare something for us to eat. From the kitchen, you can't see what is going on in the rest of the apartment so I didn't notice when he arrived and went into the bathroom. With how hot it was, Dad's air conditioner had to be serviced because of his time away, so we would have to turn around as best we could. So I left my pots over by the fire, walked up to the bedroom, took off all my clothes and grabbed a robe from dad. It sounds silly but I always wore one for bathing. My curiosity was great, so I went in slowly to listen more closely. I stood half hunched over at the bathroom door; my father must have noticed me because he didn't hear any moaning anymore. Embarrassed I asked: "Dad is it done yet?" He came out naked from boxing with his stick still stiff without a hint of embarrassment. Instinctively I looked at his cock floating on air pointed towards the ceiling, and I think I must have stared too much as it was him who made up this conversation: "Are you not going for your shower?". It wasn't long before I saw the door of the box open. Dad came in naked, said that he had forgotten his underwear amidst the soap (dad was a bit disorganized). I pretended not to warm up and closed my eyes. His big body squeezed us into the box, we were very close together. I felt his dick rubbing against my bundle but thought it must have been accidentally. I continued with my eyes shut and felt again this time with a little more pressure. I became inactive and at the same time half excited. I didn't want to believe that my father was spraying on me! He said in a somewhat strange voice: "How wonderful my little girl is, how you've grown!" Without any ceremony he touched my breasts. "They are so big, just like your mother". He pulled on my nipples that by this time were already more than hard. He kept pulling as one does with the beaks of baby bottle nurses. "My daughter's boobs delight me". I don't know what gave it to me at the moment, low groaned. Encouraged then he took his stick and stood playing at the door of my toy. "Is it?" His head went down my neck and from behind still stuck two fingers inside me. "This whole melody is delicious!" He stuck his dick in my pussy from behind and started the typical back-and-forth movements. It was so tasty that I stretched out more legs for him to put it deeper. Excited he accelerated the movement, pushing his cock harder and stronger into my little pussy. By this time I already groaned with pleasure! He shouted: "Put Daddy, Put" That big stick inside me delights deeply. I began breathing puppy doggy, it was more exciting. I leaned against the wall because its large body with the impact of your penis would end up unbalancing me. His dick got deeper and deeper into my pussy, (not even Beto, an ex-boyfriend of mine was able to get that deep!) I held his hands on my breasts and squeezed so he could crush my little tits with his big fat hands. Cute baby! His cock throbbed inside me. I stuck my face against the wall of the boxing ring and felt a hot jet of punch dripping down my leg. What madness! He pulled his dick out from under me, saw it was still hard, without thinking much I lowered my mouthpiece to open up this delight! He closed his eyes and held my head. "Daddy's whore, show that you have grown up". I still felt the taste of his cock on the tip of his dick and licked it like an ice-cream cone and was twisting my tongue all over him! He moaned and bent a little knee so I could suck better. My tongue went down to the base of the stick and I kept sucking in the flavor of freshly spilled fucking. I poked the whole stick and sucked hard, felt the movements going back and forth in my mouth, got excited at the thought that Daddy was screwing with my small mouth. I felt the first fucking jets in my mouth and sucked out every last drop of that little baby! Dad was still moaning when we started to smell burning coming from the kitchen. I picked up the robe on the door, put it on and ran into the kitchen to see the pots (small ones...the food is already there!). My dad came back naked. He didn't seem to care about the pans, he was still excited, held me tightly, took off my robes and placed me on a table in the kitchen He got on top of me, but he didn't penetrate me yet. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and kissed me sweetly. My nipples became hard in an instant. His warm moist tongue came down over my stiff tits and sucked at my little boob like a calf. I twitched with excitement across the table. I held his head angrily so that he would suck me harder: "Mama Daddy! Mama Boobies!" He played with his tongue on my cricket. Nope, I held the first contractions of orgasm, it was more delicious the longer it lasted. "Suck daddy your little whore, fuck me tasty" Moan like he hadn't moaned for a long time. I felt one of his fingers in my arse and his hot tongue came together! He licked with pleasure until I could not hold out anymore and asked him to penetrate me. He stuck his language into my toy, and fucked me with his own tongue! I felt my body shake, no longer groaning, howling like a dog being eaten by a horse. (I don't know if such a comparison exists, but being eaten by a horse was the definition I gave to my father). The horny took over me and fun exploded in my little cocksucker. Dad sucked you! How nice it was to joke! Daddy lifted one of my legs up, put on his shoulder, still excited in this position fucks me. No longer groan as before, but let him eat me any way he wanted, it was my dad and I loved him. We had many pleasant trances and never told anything about that to my mother. But that is another story already...