This is my 2nd narration, a continuation of the first. Hope you like it and comment.

Mom took us to Mexico when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents star sign to visit a few days. My grandparents had a big ranch with cattle. It was the first time I saw material moo-cow, and also the world-class time I saw horses. I was running around playing by myself when I noticed one of the buck had something hanging between it 's pegleg, and it would move. It really caught my attention, and I got closer to look at it undecomposed. The horse cavalry jumped up and mounted another one, inserting it 's foresighted gymnastic horse tool into the former one, moving back and forth a bit, and then he just stopped and got off, letting his peter slide out. After thinking of what I had just seen, I figured out that it was the equivalent to a man. whoremonger had done the same thing to mom. I wondered if there was a big penis like the horse 's that he was putting inside my mom, or if it was something like my comrade 's. I became a little scared thinking that someday some boy or man, might desire to do that to me.

King John treated me and my chum microphone like we were his own Kyd. Mom would go strip on weekend Night, and John would strike fear of us. He also had a son, Josh, with another cleaning woman, that was the same age as my brother. He would get him over to our firm and they would play together. Mike began spending a lot of metre in Josh 's menage during the calendar week, leaving mom and me with John. John would buy me lots of thing, and liked taking me and mom shopping. He usually had mom sit in his lap, and he would wreak with her ass or boobs. When she was n't in his lap, he had me sit in his lap. He would n't fumble me, but he did care to place his hands on my waist, my hips, my thigh, and my ass. When I was 5, it seemed completely normal, but as I grew old, he continued sitting me in his lap, and doing the Lapplander thing, sometimes groping a bit. By the clock time I was 10, it would construct me a bit uncomfortable. He liked walking up behind mom and grabbing her by her hips or boobs. He began doing this to me also, but only holding on to my hips. I could feel his genitalia on my arse, and he would not allow me to pull away. I had always kissed him on the back talk in the aurora and when I left for school since I was picayune, but it was weird as I got quondam. It was something I did n't desire to do anymore, and he would cook me do it. The regretful part was, when I misbehaved bad enough, he would make me bend over on his lap, pull my clothes down to designate my ass, and let him spank me. This were all affair he would do to both me and mom, even the spankings. To all this, mom saw it as rule, since I was his little girl.

By the fourth dimension I was 11, I began maturing a bit, and I knew about things like sex by then. Mostly because of school and admirer. I saw John as a pervert, he was always touching mom and me, and I could pick up him fucking her every nighttime. My dummy had just begun to develop, and I would catch him staring at them or my ass all the time. He would come up behind me and hold back my waist, as he would grind his hard-on in my ass. I was so ashamed of his doings, and could n't believe mom let him do all this.
By the meter I was 12, I was a 32C bra size, and John said I looked just like my mom. I hated having tits, kids would shit fun of me calling me a cow or saying I had balloons and those kind of things. I tried hiding them under layers of clothes, but I was too skinny and my boobs too big to go unnoticed. male child were always picking on me, and that would sometimes get me in trouble. I ca n't retrieve what I did in school, and he decided to punish me by spanking me. He ordered me to go to his lap and crook over, which I refused. He grabbed me by the haircloth and threw me on his lap. He pulled down my shorts and underclothes, then began spanking me really severely. I was screaming and shout, and he made me beg him, '' please turn back daddy, I promise I will do whatever you say. ``, over and over. He finally stopped, and I was bent grass over on his lap, with my ass sore, and him rubbing and groping my ass to make it feel better. I was so ashamed of myself, and I knew mom was still on his side, she did n't even recall it was excessive.

I was 13 when I began to feel aroused all the time. I began to like the care I got in schooling, from son, from instructor, even the corpus. I knew the male universe thought I was pretty, and I knew how they loved my boobs. I would often see boys gaze as I passed them, and babble about me when they thought I could n't hear them. Some teacher really liked standing in nominal head of me, looking down trying to excuse things I had hassle with. Getting all this attention made me feel hot, and I liked it. I began showing off my body a bit more. John was always staring at me, making me kiss him, groping at me, grinding himself on my ass. I did n't like him at all, but I began to like the care. Since mom did n't care that he did all this, I began letting him. I quickly figured I could use him wanting me to get whatever I wanted.

John always made mom frock like a adulteress. She was a small, skinny, mexican female child with big boobs. toilet had her wearable really modest mini skirts and tankful tops that showed most of her teat. Mom always got a lot of attending from men, which I had just begun to get. virtually masses said we looked like sis and we looked the same, so I wanted to look the Lapp. On one shopping head trip, I wanted to buy a some really humble shorts for gym stratum and a belittled tank top that showed a lot of segmentation. Mom walked into the dressing room and said I could n't dress like that. I walked out of the dressing room wearing it, and asked John, '' Can I get this, please daddy. '' I saw his oculus brighten up, and he told me he would buy me anything I wanted, and told mom to ease up. I began buying more drawers, mini wench, tank cover, all the kind of wearing apparel that mom would wear. Mom did n't desire me to, but John backed me up and let me buy what I wanted. I tried on many different combinations of the most divulge dress I could observe, and I would come out and role model for mom and John. bathroom agreed to buy me everything.

I began wearing my new slutty getup, and began getting much more attention from everyone. virtually girls in school thought I was a hussy, but the son loved my outfits. Every now and then a female person teacher would station me family to transfer, but I never had that problem with the Male teachers. St. John the Apostle began giving me much to a greater extent attention, specially when mom was n't around. He began groping me every time he passed by, sometimes giving me little spanks, or hugging me and grabbing my ass, holding my tits to his pectus, looking straight down at them. He also began hugging me from behind and playing with my boobs. I felt so violated by him, and helpless, but I had no one to help me, so I would let him do what he wanted.

Mom was gone stripping one night, and Mike was sleeping at Josh 's house for the weekend. I went to claim a bath before going to bed. As I was gon na mesh the door, I realized the door knob had been changed, but did n't think much of it, and locked it. I got the water supply cook, peel, and jumped in the bathtub. I suddenly heard the threshold open, and saw Saint John walking in, removing the key from the door. He began walking straight towards me, as I covered my breasts frozen, and speechless. He knelt down by the bathtub and began touching me all over my consistence, caressing my shoulder joint, my breasts, then my knees, then thighs.
I said, '' Please stop. ``
lav, '' It 's ok, I 've been waiting for this a long clock time, you just be a good girlfriend and do everything I say, and we will possess a good time. Now anticipate me your gon na do everything I tell you to. ``
He continued touching my body, as I sat there frozen, without saying a word, then I felt his manus slap me in the brass. My optic got watery as I felt the sting in my face.
John, '' predict me you are gon na do what I tell you, or I 'm gon na consume to spank you, now say your gon na do what I want. ``
I sat there crying, when I felt a smacking again.
St. John the Apostle, '' Say it. ``
Me, '' I 'm gon na do whatever you want. ``
John, '' good, if you behave, it does n't have to spite. I 'm gon na bring in you into my little whore, just like your mom. ``
He removed my hands from my bosom and fondled them, and began sucking them as he groped them. I felt one of his hands begin sliding down towards my pussy.
can, '' Open your ramification beef. ``
I sat there with my wooden leg tight as he slapped me again.
John, '' I just gave you an monastic order, now obey and say yes daddy. ``
He raised his hand to slap me again, and I cried, '' yes daddy. '' I opened my legs and felt his fat fingers playing around with my button, as he used the former manus to fondle my bosom and sucked on them. I felt so helpless, I just sat there letting him do it. He continued playing with my button for what seemed like forever, then I felt him trying to push a finger's breadth inside of me. I felt a stinging sensation as he pushed in slowly with his fat finger.
St. John, '' That 's a nice tight pussy. ``
He got up and undid his pants, and pulled down his boxers. I tried looking away as he asked, '' ever seen one of these. ``
I said, '' No. ''
He got closer and let it string up in front of my face.
Saint John, '' Look at it. ``
I turned and looked as he held his dick with his custody. It was the first time I saw a man 's dick. It was a immense black dick, it looked disgusting to me. It reminded me of the horse I saw when I was a trivial girl, not that it was the same size, just how melanize, and long, and thick. I was petrified in reverence looking at it, I knew he was gon na want to fuck me.
He began slapping me softly as he swinged it back and Forth across my face. He asked, `` do you want to get fucked. ``
Me, '' No, please do n't. ``
He slapped me, '' what do you say at the end. ``
Me, '' please do n't daddy. ``
John, '' I 've been wanting to fuck you for a hanker metre, but if you suck my dick really respectable, I 'll let it give-up the ghost. ``
He held me by the back of my straits, with his dick resting on my face and ordered, '' start sucking in. ``
I sat there sobbing and he said, '' start sucking before I fuck you. ''
I did n't know what to do. He finally said, `` fine, I gave you a chance. ``
He climbed in the bathtub with me, opening up my legs. I tried pushing him off, and he slapped me again. `` opened your stage bitch. '' He opened my legs and I lay there not wanting to get slapped again. I felt his dick begin pushing inside my kitty-cat, it stung much worse than his finger. I felt like I was being split in half as he kept pushing deeper and deeper. I was crying and screaming in torture, and he just kept grunting and looking at me, telling me how wet I was. I begged him, '' Please stop daddy, it hurts too very much. ''
Saint John, '' I told you to do what I tell you, or it 's gon na hurt.
Me, '' please I 'll do whatever you want dada. ``
whoremaster, '' It 's ok, I 'm just gon na pop your pussy real quick. I 've been waiting a foresightful time to know you. ``
He continued pushing deeper and bass, `` I 'm gon na constitute you into a good little bawd for me. ``
I felt him go deeper, I felt my kitty so open, and he was so recondite inside. It was extremely painful, and he kept pushing encourage and further. I would scream in pain as he would progress to a decimal point where he could n't go in anymore, but he would just agitate voiceless and break past times that point. The pain reached my breadbasket as I finally felt his dick all the way in. He began sliding it in and out slowly at first, then faster. I felt like I was burning inside my pussy. It was a constant pain as he slid in and out, making me shriek in torture. I tried pushing him off, but I was helpless. He was a big, fat, warm, disgraceful man, and he I was like a helpless chick to him. He moved his hands around my body freely, from my tits to my ass, at one point fingering my mouth. He thrusted his coxa faster and faster without mercy, I thought I was gon na get tear in half. I could feel warmness in my pussy as he went faster and faster, and saw ancestry in the piss. I almost felt like passing out from the pain, when he began grunting louder and his muscles tensed up. I felt his dick great then ever inside of me, then he just began to unlax. He pulled his pecker out, and I felt like I was left with a huge burning gap in my pussy. He got up and said, '' you see, that 's what happens when you do n't do what I tell you to. '' He dried up, got dressed, and left. I sat there shaking and cried for what seemed the like forever.

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