When I had to die alone, my father helped me...

When I will use the name of Vilma to be able to tell my story, which happened about six years ago, when I was 18 years old and starting my academic life in a college far from my city one day, having to adapt to living alone in a small one-room apartment. Who made it possible to realize my dream of doing dentistry, was my father who even separated from my mother and living with another much older woman that he paid my entire course, the apartment and all the necessary expenses to spend the month. First I had to spend two days with my father in a hotel room with two single beds to know the apartment that he was renting and closing contract. My father realizing my insecurity in being alone in that city for days, he decided to take a vacation to stay with me for a week at least until I met him that day. He liked to meet me that day. Soon I realized that the first day that I was sleeping with my father in the only room ready to sleep in front of the bed, where we had only one bed, we practiced dentistry, was my father who even separated from my mother and living with another much older woman that he paid my entire course, the apartment and all the necessary expenses to spend the month. First I had to spend two days with my father in a hotel room with two single beds to know the apartment that he was renting and closing contract. My father realizing my insecurity in being alone in that city for a few days, he decided to take a vacation to stay with me in a college, he liked to stay with me for a week or so far from my city, he decided to live in a small one-only living room in a small room where we slept, where we had only room, where we practiced in front of a small bed, and sleeping room, we had a small bed, and a little room, and a little room, and a small room, and a little room, and we practiced to sleeping room, but we had a little room, and a little room, and then we had to sleeping room, and then we had a little room, and we all, and then, and then we had a little room, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and, and, and then, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and then, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, - Sorry, my daughter! It's all right! I felt him also pushing away the body that was leaning on mine, and I got all dengue. - Hold me tighter, father! He squeezed me a little more, but I noticed by avoiding leaning on my butt... I threw my butt back realizing that I hit something hard. Again he tried to move away and I again getting my butt back. I like it when you hug me! I think realizing that I knew exactly what was happening to him, he forced his body on my butt and gave me a kiss on my neck. - I love you very much, good girl? I shoved my butt feeling sharply it hard stick. - I love you too, Dad! New kiss on my neck near my ear leaving me all shivering, without thinking much I took his hand that was on my belly and brought it up placing it on my chest... he patting over the fabric of the TOP and whispering in my ear. - Is everything all right? - Yes, you did! The hand that was on my chest came down to my leg smoothing, and again he whispered in my ear. - Can I put my hand in...? - You can! Quickly he put his hand back on my stomach and I went down into my shorts and into my panties and into my bouquet that was already blinking with so much excitement... but because he was my father, I was a little afraid. - But Dad, can we do that? He's giving me more kisses on the neck. - We can, but no one will know. - There you go. He kept poking at my pocket, and getting more and more horny I took his hand holding his stick over his shorts, and he again in my ear. - You can stick your hand in! Knowing that he wasn't wearing underwear, I pulled out his shorts and held something that as I passed my hand I noticed was much bigger than my ex-boyfriend who took away my virginity. In fact, this boy I dated and the only one I fucked had a chick about 10 centimeters long and thin as a finger. Wanting to see what the stick he was holding was like, I turned my stomach upwards without letting him take my hand off the bottle. He started punching his finger, he was coming with his face to mine. - Can I kiss you? I was already feeling like I was gonna make fun of him just by poking his finger in my pocket. - You can! As soon as he began to kiss me, I began to mock, groaning inside his mouth. - I'm not going anywhere. I'd never enjoyed it so much, the way he'd stop kissing me and smile. - Did you have fun, daughter? - Yes father! I glanced over and saw that stick, which must have been more than 20 centimeters long, and I held it again, feeling it throbbing in my hand, when he took off my shorts along with my panties. - What are you going to do? He's coming back with his hand in my pocket. - Don't you want to let him put it here? - Without a condom? - There is no danger; I can control myself! I opened my legs and he came over and he just started putting and pushing. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, Dad! Already with half his stick stuck in my bouquet, he began to make a slight back and forth. - Go father, go! I felt his bag leaning against my ass, initiating a long sequence of firm, strong bursts that in less than two minutes I was having my second orgasm. Have fun, have fun! You're such a goooozannnnnnnndo!!!!! I enjoyed, and he still giving more than ten punches took out his dick quickly and began to mock on my stomach. I ran to the bathroom, and when I returned he was still naked waiting for me sitting on the bed. I also still naked from the waist down, I sat next to him giving him a hug without saying anything. He was looking for my mouth to kiss, also without saying anything we stayed there watching TV well hugged, until he again took his hand in my bouquet. I got my legs to let my finger go again, and noticing that his dick began to grow, I gave him a tongue kiss. - Do you want to be a father again? - Of course I want to! He ordered me to lie on all fours on the couch and came sticking his hard cock into my pocket without pity or mercy, and looking like an uncontrollable animal began to strike with such violence that his body made a noise when he hit my ass... I felt an even greater pleasure. I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to tell you. Again I was having a delicious orgasm, and after about twenty more kicks he took his dick out of my pocket and was having fun rubbing his dick on my ass. I woke up on Sunday; only in my underwear, with my father taking a shower; and as he had left the door open I went inside. - Good morning father! - Good morning, my daughter! He pulled back the curtain from the box and he was watching me sitting on the pot peeing. I was watching him getting hard dick. I finished taking off my clothes and I went inside the curtain in that small space. He was immediately kissing me and massaging my breasts and I was holding his dick making light movements. - Let's go to bed Vilma! In less than five minutes he was again fucking me hard and for several minutes I screamed like a little puppy, having two orgasms in a row before he again mocked on my body. We went out to lunch, and after we did a few laps around the city, he stopped the car, and even having people passing by the car he grabbed me kissing me on the mouth. There are people watching! No one knows we're father and daughter! He kept kissing me, and I'm freaking out about getting fucked again. - Come father; I want you back in bed with me!... We arrived and we were soon taking off our clothes, lying down and he kissing me, sucking on my breasts, and kissing my belly came with his mouth on my bottle and began to pass the tongue ... It was the first time I was sucked that way. It was so unexpected and delicious that in less than two minutes I was already enjoying and releasing a lot of vaginal fluid in my father's mouth who continued sucking, until he stopped and holding his cock began to rub it a little below my bottle. When I felt that he was rubbing it was on my butt, and even knowing the difference in size of my ex-boyfriend's, he smiled. When I felt it, I even rolled my eyes feeling a painful dilation, as if my butt was being torn. But that cock gave me even more pleasure. Don't stop, I won't stop! He thrust himself up to the heel and began beating slowly, gradually increasing the pace. I'm going to have fun, baby! You can joke inside my ass! When I felt my dad's dick all clenched and pulsating as he ejaculated, all I had to do was put my hand in my pocket and have a new orgasm almost at the same time. My father stayed with me for one more week, and when he left, he left my little butt and my butt uncluttered. During the five years of college, in addition to climbing with my father whenever he came to visit me, I began to give mass to at least three teachers; all of them were older than my father. Trained and beginning my professional life in the office of a friend of my father; also elderly, I became his mistress.