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

Mom took us to Mexico when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents firm to inflict a few 24-hour interval. My grandparents had a big ranch with cattle. It was the first fourth dimension I saw real cows, and also the first time I saw sawhorse. I was running around playing by myself when I noticed one of the horses had something hanging between it 's legs, and it would locomote. It really caught my attention, and I got closer to look at it right. The sawbuck jumped up and mounted another one, inserting it 's long buck tool into the other one, moving back and forth a bit, and then he just stopped and got off, letting his cock slide out. After thought process of what I had just seen, I figured out that it was the combining weight to a man. John had done the Saami 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 pal 's. I became a little scared thinking that someday some boy or man, might want to do that to me.

John treated me and my pal mike like we were his own shaver. Mom would go strip on weekend night, and John would study care of us. He also had a son, Josh, with another woman, that was the Lapp age as my comrade. He would work him over to our planetary house and they would make for together. mike began spending a lot of clip in Josh 's house during the week, leaving mom and me with King John. john would buy me mickle of affair, and liked taking me and mom shopping. He usually had mom sit in his lap, and he would playact with her ass or bosom. When she was n't in his lap, he had me sit in his lap. He would n't grope me, but he did like to place his hands on my waist, my pelvic girdle, my second joint, and my ass. When I was 5, it seemed completely normal, but as I grew older, he continued sitting me in his lap, and doing the same thing, sometimes groping a bit. By the meter I was 10, it would draw me a bit uncomfortable. He liked walking up behind mom and grabbing her by her hips or dummy. He began doing this to me also, but only holding on to my hip. I could palpate his fork on my buttocks, and he would not appropriate me to pull away. I had always kissed him on the lips in the morning and when I left for school since I was minuscule, but it was uncanny as I got previous. It was something I did n't desire to do anymore, and he would make me do it. The bad part was, when I misbehaved bad enough, he would make me bend over on his lap, pull my dress down to show my ass, and let him spank me. This were all things he would do to both me and mom, even the spankings. To all this, mom saw it as normal, since I was his picayune girl.

By the time I was 11, I began maturing a bit, and I knew about things like sex by then. Mostly because of shoal and friends. I saw John as a pervert, he was always touching mom and me, and I could hear him fucking her every night. My pinhead had just begun to develop, and I would catch him staring at them or my ass all the time. He would follow up behind me and have my waist, as he would grind his erection in my ass. I was so ashamed of his demeanor, and could n't believe mom let him do all this.
By the sentence I was 12, I was a 32C bra size, and John said I looked just like my mom. I hated having tits, kids would make fun of me calling me a cow or saying I had balloons and those kind of thing. 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 remember what I did in school, and he decided to punish me by spanking me. He ordered me to go to his lap and fold over, which I refused. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me on his lap. He pulled down my shorts and underwear, then began spanking me really difficult. I was screaming and battle cry, and he made me beg him, '' please block off pa, I promise I will do whatever you say. ``, over and over. He finally stopped, and I was set over on his lap, with my ass sore, and him rubbing and groping my ass to form it feel better. I was so ashamed of myself, and I knew mom was still on his side, she did n't even suppose it was excessive.

I was 13 when I began to finger aroused all the metre. I began to like the attention I got in school, from boy, from instructor, even the star. I knew the male population thought I was pretty, and I knew how they loved my boobs. I would often see boys stare as I passed them, and talk about me when they thought I could n't listen them. Some teachers really liked standing in battlefront of me, looking down trying to explain thing I had trouble with. Getting all this care 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 attention. 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.

St. John the Apostle always made mom dress like a slut. She was a small, skinny, mexican girl with big boobs. John had her wear off really small mini skirts and tank summit that showed near of her boob. Mom always got a lot of aid from men, which I had just begun to get. to the highest degree people said we looked liked sis and we looked the same, so I wanted to reckon the same. On one shopping trip, I wanted to buy a some really minuscule shortstop for gym class and a small tank top that showed a lot of cleavage. Mom walked into the grooming elbow room and said I could n't dress like that. I walked out of the dressing room wearing it, and asked John the Evangelist, '' Can I get this, please daddy. '' I saw his eyes brighten up, and he told me he would buy me anything I wanted, and told mom to facilitate up. I began buying more shorts, mini skirts, tank tops, all the form of clothes that mom would wear. Mom did n't need me to, but John backed me up and let me buy what I wanted. I tried on many unlike combination of the most bring out wearing apparel I could get, and I would occur out and model for mom and John. John Lackland agreed to buy me everything.

I began wearing my new slutty rig, and began getting much Sir Thomas More attention from everyone. Most female child in schoolhouse thought I was a slut, but the boys loved my outfits. Every now and then a female instructor would commit me household to change, but I never had that problem with the male teacher. whoremaster began giving me much more attention, specially when mom was n't around. He began groping me every sentence he passed by, sometimes giving me diminished spanks, or hugging me and grabbing my ass, holding my boob to his breast, looking straight down at them. He also began hugging me from behind and playing with my knocker. I felt so violated by him, and helpless, but I had no one to aid 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 take a bath before going to bed. As I was gon na lock the threshold, I realized the door knob had been changed, but did n't believe much of it, and locked it. I got the water fix, divest, and jumped in the bathing tub. I suddenly heard the room access heart-to-heart, and saw Saint John the Apostle 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 body, caressing my shoulders, my breasts, then my genu, then thighs.
I said, '' Please stop. ``
whoremaster, '' It 's ok, I 've been waiting for this a long prison term, you just be a commodity female child and do everything I say, and we will have a good clip. Now assure me your gon na do everything I tell you to. ``
He continued touching my body, as I sat there block, without saying a Book, then I felt his helping hand slap me in the grimace. My eyes got watery as I felt the bunco in my face.
trick, '' Promise me you are gon na do what I tell you, or I 'm gon na take in to spank you, now say your gon na do what I want. ``
I sat there crying, when I felt a slap again.
Saint John the Apostle, '' Say it. ``
Me, '' I 'm gon na do whatever you want. ``
John, '' Good, if you behave, it does n't stimulate to hurt. I 'm gon na make you into my piddling tart, just like your mom. ``
He removed my hands from my breasts and fondled them, and began sucking them as he groped them. I felt one of his paw begin sliding down towards my pussy.
John, '' Open your pegleg gripe. ``
I sat there with my branch tight as he slapped me again.
John, '' I just gave you an order, now obey and say yes daddy. ``
He raised his deal to slap me again, and I cried, '' yes daddy. '' I opened my leg and felt his fat fingers playing around with my clitoris, as he used the early bridge player to fondle my tits and sucked on them. I felt so helpless, I just sat there letting him do it. He continued playing with my clitoris for what seemed like forever, then I felt him trying to push a finger's breadth inside of me. I felt a stinging aesthesis as he pushed in slowly with his fat finger.
John, '' That 's a nice tight kitty. ``
He got up and unwrap his bloomers, and pulled down his bagger. I tried looking away as he asked, '' ever seen one of these. ``
I said, '' No. ''
He got closer and let it hang in front of my face.
John, '' Look at it. ``
I turned and looked as he held his pecker with his bridge player. It was the first time I saw a man 's gumshoe. It was a huge bootleg dick, it looked disgusting to me. It reminded me of the buck I saw when I was a minuscule little girl, not that it was the same size, just how blackamoor, and long, and thick. I was petrified in care looking at it, I knew he was gon na need to fuck me.
He began slapping me softly as he swinged it back and Forth River 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 long time, but if you suck my dick real good, I 'll let it pass. ``
He held me by the backbone of my head, with his peter resting on my grimace 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 branch. I tried pushing him off, and he slapped me again. `` Open your branch bitch. '' He opened my legs and I lay there not wanting to get slapped again. I felt his dick begin pushing inside my pussy, it stung much bad 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 agony, and he just kept grunting and looking at me, telling me how tight I was. I begged him, '' Please stop pop, it hurts too very much. ''
Saint John, '' I told you to do what I tell you, or it 's gon na pain.
Me, '' please I 'll do whatever you want daddy. ``
privy, '' It 's ok, I 'm just gon na pop your twat real quick. I 've been waiting a farseeing clock time to love you. ``
He continued pushing deeper and deeper, `` I 'm gon na crap you into a good piffling whore for me. ``
I felt him go deeper, I felt my slit so outdoors, and he was so deeply inside. It was extremely painful, and he kept pushing further and further. I would scream in painfulness as he would reach a point where he could n't go in anymore, but he would just push harder and break past that full stop. The pain reached my stomach 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 quantity pain as he slid in and out, making me shriek in suffering. I tried pushing him off, but I was helpless. He was a big, fat, strong, black man, and he I was like a helpless dame to him. He moved his hands around my body freely, from my tit to my ass, at one pointedness fingering my mouth. He thrusted his hips faster and faster without mercy, I thought I was gon na get split in half. I could finger warmness in my pussy as he went faster and faster, and saw descent in the water. I almost felt like passing out from the pain, when he began grunting louder and his muscles tensed up. I felt his dick bigger then ever inside of me, then he just began to relax. He pulled his dick out, and I felt like I was left with a vast burning gap in my kitty-cat. 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 similar forever.

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