Once upon a time, what happens from the bate papa is true.

[email protected] Sometimes what happens in the chat is true It's amazing how things can happen and change in our lives. Two years ago I wouldn't know or write this story, but today I do it with pleasure. I was 11 when my parents split up and at the time I thought it was terrible, I got a little lost and I didn't even know what to do. Since I was living with my mother I was going to visit my father on weekends, he would take me for ice cream, to the movies, to the park, and he would do anything to make me happy. It's been a year. When I turned 12, soon after my father bought a computer, and as soon as he showed me I was completely in love, I didn't want to go out anymore, just move and learn new things. My dad then put on the internet and we went surfing together, and it was coming up for the weekend I was going to his house and there we were going to the computer guy. I'd sit there and I'd sit there and we wouldn't even watch the day, sometimes we'd stay up to high hours moving, when we saw it was dawn. One of these weekends, when I arrived, Dad said we couldn't mess with it because it was defective. I insisted very much that he agreed but he told me that maybe I wouldn't like it because it was really bad. I wasn't noticing anything different, just sitting there on his cookie looked as usual. So sometimes he'd open a porn site and he'd tell me, See, I said it was defective. Moved from here and there, it took a while and it was gone. I'd die of shame. My faces were on fire. He asked me if I wanted to stop. I said it wasn't okay. There were times when one photo would close, another one would close. ♪ I looked ♪ It got too heavy for Dad because he moved too much. And my skirt went up. I was mad with shame, disguised and downloaded. It didn't work anymore, it just opened it. Dad said he'd ruined it for good and said we'd better stop and go for a walk unless I wanted to. I told you it was okay. We could keep going. Maybe it would get better. So he said that if we were to continue, I shouldn't ever tell Mom, because otherwise he wouldn't let me come. I promised I wouldn't tell you anything. I thought it was awful at the time but I was very curious and I looked at everything and asked Dad. It was from the pictures that I first found out what a dick was like my dad told me, and what the fuck it was, what the fuck it was. When I didn't even know those things anymore, Dad asked me if I wanted to see one of those real things. I kept my mouth open because I couldn't imagine where Dad would find one to show me, but he insisted and said it was possible if I wanted it. How? I asked him abhorred. So Dad said he'd show me his. I was scared to death, and before I could do it again, he was already putting down his shorts and his swimsuit, leaving it to show off. I think I kept my mouth open because he started laughing and I covered my mouth with both hands. He wobbled and made it go back and forth and a red head appeared. I just stood there looking, static, like paralyzed. I didn't even realize when he pulled my hand and took it to his ass and made me pet it. When I realized it immediately, he asked me to pick it up again and I said I didn't want it, that it wasn't right, that Mom would be very angry if she knew. He said Mom would only know if he or I told him but we wouldn't tell him anything, right? And of course, if Mom knew I'd probably take the biggest beating of my life and maybe never let me leave the house again. I still insisted it wasn't right. So he asked me to take it just one more time. He took my hand and took it to hell and said he was gonna teach me how to do it and take my hand and make me take my head out back and forth. He asked me to kiss him, and I jumped back, and then for the first time, he threatened me by saying that if I didn't kiss him just a little kiss, even if he was really little, he would tell Mom himself and say that I was a little bitch. Of course, I got scared, I knew Mom very well, and I knew how bad she could be when she wanted or did some unwarranted art. I started crying in silence, but he told me to kneel in front of you and kiss. I kissed him and he wouldn't let me out. One more: He said. One more, one more, one more. He'd let go of slight groans. Put it in your mouth – asked. Just the little head, just the tip. And he'd pull my hair. A little head of my ass, that barely fit in my mouth, and as soon as I put it in my mouth, he pulled my head out harder, causing me to drown, because by accident I was half in my mouth, and it gave me a craving for vomiting. I just heard his groans and said, Go my little girl, mama on daddy's ass. That's good. Suck this cocksucker Dad wants to see you with. It didn't taste bad, on the contrary, until that snack was good, the bad thing was when he wanted to push harder and I couldn't stand it. He groaned stronger and stronger so I felt it jumping in my mouth, the nerves and the veins seemed to burst and then it poured into my mouth. I accidentally swallowed two or three jets and almost drowned with the rest of it that ran out of my mouth and went to lick the floor. Then he let go of my hair and got his head back moaning even weaker. I didn't get up and then he grabbed me by the hands and helped me and kissed my mouth, my face my hair. She called me my pretty little girl, my hot little bitch, and she said I made Daddy very happy. I had stopped crying but I was dead of shame. He opened my skirt, took it off, then my panties and my blouse. I didn't wear a bra because I didn't have to, I had big boobs for my age but not big ones and they were firm and tough. You left me completely naked. Then you took all his clothes off, too, and you were naked. He sat in front of the computer and pulled me out by sitting on his lap and straightening out his ever-hard cock that gets in the way. You put it in a chat room, today I know it's UOL, sex, open room by subscribers, family, our favorite. Did you write someone to talk to a father who gets sucked by his daughter? Soon a guy answered and he told me it was for me to type in whatever he said. The guy wanted to know how it happened and he told me to write and I wrote, he told me in the details what he had done to me. He started rubbing his hand on my smooth pussy slowly. That's when I started crying again and asked him to stop but he said no and that I would soon get used to it and like it. He told me to write to the guy in the chat: I'm fucking hard with that little bitch right here on my lap with my hand on her little pussy that doesn't have any hairs yet, it doesn't do much to fill her little mouth and I'm dying to fuck that little pussy. The guy encouraged: Put it in her pussy. Can he stand you? If she's only 12, she might not make it. Put it on. I was actually enjoying it, Dad had split the crack to the sides and passed his finger on my little grille leaving me with chills. When the finger passed at exactly the point I couldn't almost unintentionally stop moving. He told me to write: The little bitch likes it. He moves all over me when I rub his little clit. He's dying to get his ass kicked. The other one: Put it in her face, rip that little bitch apart, rip that little pussy. Dad put me on all fours put the keyboard on the floor in front of me opened my crack with his fingers and put that huge head in the entrance and pushed slowly. It burned like fire but he held me by the belt and despite my ais he kept pushing. Writes said: What a cute little pussy, I'm beating her up. My girl's already got half in her pussy, he'll take it all, man. Dad pushed and told me to write. I felt it when your hairy legs touched my thighs. It really hurt, it burned like fire, but Dad was moaning and eating his head thrown back and with his eyes closed. The chat guy said, "What's going on, man? You put it in her? She put up with everything? Dad told me to answer, "Twenty inches of shit and it's all in this little bitch, and I didn't even think he'd swallow it all. I don't even feel like punching her so pretty, it's watching the naked pussy all over her. From virgin to whore in a few minutes. The chat guy said, What? Are you saying she was a virgin? Can't believe it, man? You're kidding me. Dad then started coming in and out slowly, slowly, at first kept burning but went smooth and diminished the pain. I felt like I didn't have room for anything else inside me. I could feel perfectly as if the cock was so full, today I know it's nerves and veins that jump and they seem to want to explode. Dad started moaning so hard, and it got faster and faster and faster, and he came out almost out and went back and put it all together. The chat guy was asking: Hey, where are you? Gone? Hello!!!!!!! Dad didn't ask me to write anything moaning like crazy and stocking it with all of his moaning when I got to the bottom, and I couldn't write even if I shook and just wasn't thrown forward because he held me by the waist. He looked like a madman, now he was screaming and he seemed thicker and thicker inside me. Then all of a sudden he almost stopped, I felt like he was all buried inside of me and he was punching me like a madman and he was stopping and stopping and stopping and even to a whole, all in, his head thrown back, dropping some weak moaning. Then it looked like he was coming back from a trance and started leaving. To tell the truth at this time I wanted him to be unconscious I had liked it. But he came out, and the shit slipped down his legs. So Dad stood up and took my hands helping me up too. He looked me straight in the eye, called me a bitch, and kissed me on the mouth. My little bitch. Kiss. Daddy's bitch. Kiss. Hot little bitch. Kiss. Kiss in the mouth, hair, neck, shoulders. I'd pick up my boobs with both hands. Kissed. I was dead of shame but that was good, it gave me chills every kiss. So he took the chair out of front of the computer and put on a sofa, sat down. He pulled me by the hand into his lap. I thought you wanted me to sit on your leg like before, but no. He pulled me right into his lap and put his cock in my pussy and walked in until I was completely sitting on his ass. He was all over me again. And then he put his hands behind me and pulled the keyboard on my lap and wrote, - Hello! We're here! - Did you fall down, man? - What? It's not like you couldn't type. I was fucking the bitch. - You're kidding me again, man. You mean you ate your daughter? - It's okay. Oh, man. And little bitch likes to take it. She groaned. True, I didn't remember having moaned but I think it was because in the end honestly I was enjoying it. - Did you fuck your stupid daughter? Dude, I kicked her ass. I fucked up the girl. I kicked her ass. - It's okay. I can't believe it! - It's okay. It's true, my daughter is my little bitch now. I'm not kidding you. - It's okay. What are you doing now? - It's okay. Dude, she's on my lap with all the stick in her butt and she's loving it, moving it around. I must have gotten all red at that moment because it gave me a huge shame when I realized it was true. I was messing around sitting on Daddy's ass. His eyes glared on the computer watching Dad talk to that guy and me shaking from side to side. But it was so good that even with shame I didn't stop, but I moved more. Dad smiled and kissed me. - It's okay. Dude, is she really your daughter? Did you really fuck her? You're fantasizing! The guy couldn't believe it. Dad then told him: - Comes in Sunday coming in this same room with the same nickname that we will also be here just like now and we will do more. Bye. And he hung up. It was almost night and I had to go home. Dad asked me to wait a while and left. He came back half an hour later with a pill he asked me to take and explained to me what it was for. So I wouldn't be in danger of getting pregnant. He took the car and took me home. When we arrived before I came down and he said to me, You don't tell anyone anything. It's our own secret. Okay? I promised I wouldn't tell you anything. - You next week again? - What? Don't I ever go to your house again? - Wasn't it good? Don't you want it again? - Nope. Never again. I never want to see you again. - I opened the door and ran up to the apartment where we lived. Every time I remembered everything. I felt my faces blush. But at the same time I felt a tingling when I remembered Dad moaning inside me and I felt him getting thicker and thicker. There were times in that week that when you saw me you were dreaming you were doing it again. Friday night I couldn't wait to get Saturday at once. Saturday I asked Mom to wash me for Dad's house. I rang the doorbell and he came to answer. You smiled when you saw me. He took my hands and kissed me in the mouth hard. That morning we went out together and Dad didn't bring it up, we went out to the mall and had lunch there. The afternoon Dad took me by the hand and we went to his room. He turned on the computer and went to the same place. He put the same name on it and entered the room. It's not that the guy from that day was there!!! Well, what happened then I'll tell you the other day. Anyone who wants to contact us is just email us to [email protected] or by icq 178056565 normally or on Saturday afternoons or Sundays we are online. Bye! Kisses.