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

Mom took us to United Mexican States when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents house to visit a few days. My grandparents had a big spread with cattle. It was the foremost time I saw rattling cows, and also the foremost time I saw horse. I was running around playing by myself when I noticed one of the knight had something hanging between it 's leg, and it would displace. It really caught my aid, and I got closer to look at it well. The horse jumped up and mounted another one, inserting it 's long Equus caballus cock into the other one, moving back and forth a bit, and then he just stopped and got off, letting his turncock chute out. After thinking of what I had just seen, I figured out that it was the combining weight to a man. whoremonger had done the same matter to mom. I wondered if there was a big phallus like the horse 's that he was putting inside my mom, or if it was something like my blood brother 's. I became a piffling dash thinking that someday some boy or man, might want to do that to me.

John Lackland treated me and my brother Mike like we were his own shaver. Mom would go strip on weekend night, and bathroom would train care of us. He also had a son, Josh, with another woman, that was the same age as my brother. He would bring him over to our business firm and they would encounter together. microphone began spending a lot of clock time in Josh 's house during the week, leaving mom and me with John. John would buy me lots of affair, and liked taking me and mom shopping. He usually had mom sit in his lap, and he would encounter with her ass or knocker. When she was n't in his lap, he had me sit in his lap. He would n't grope me, but he did care to rate his hands on my waistline, my articulatio coxae, my thighs, and my ass. When I was 5, it seemed completely convention, but as I grew older, he continued sitting me in his lap, and doing the same affair, sometimes groping a bit. By the time I was 10, it would make 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 crotch on my derriere, and he would not leave me to pluck away. I had always kissed him on the lips in the break of day and when I left for school since I was petty, but it was weird as I got older. It was something I did n't want to do anymore, and he would make me do it. The spoilt part was, when I misbehaved bad enough, he would cook me bend over on his lap, pull my wearing apparel 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 small girl.

By the time I was 11, I began maturing a bit, and I knew about matter like sex by then. Mostly because of school and acquaintance. I saw toilet as a pervert, he was always touching mom and me, and I could take heed him fucking her every night. My boobs had just begun to modernize, and I would overhear him staring at them or my ass all the metre. He would make out up behind me and adjudge my waist, as he would grind his erection in my ass. I was so ashamed of his behavior, and could n't think mom let him do all this.
By the time I was 12, I was a 32C bra size, and John said I looked just like my mom. I hated having titty, kids would get fun of me calling me a cow or saying I had balloons and those kind of affair. I tried hiding them under level of apparel, but I was too penny-pinching and my boobs too big to go unnoticed. Boys were always picking on me, and that would sometimes get me in trouble. I ca n't remember what I did in shoal, and he decided to penalize me by spanking me. He ordered me to go to his lap and bend 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 hard. I was screaming and crying, and he made me beg him, '' please stop daddy, I promise I will do whatever you say. ``, over and over. He finally stopped, and I was bent over on his lap, with my ass sore, and him rubbing and groping my ass to make it finger better. I was so ashamed of myself, and I knew mom was still on his side, she did n't even think it was extravagant.

I was 13 when I began to experience aroused all the time. I began to like the attention I got in school, from male child, from teachers, even the dealer. I knew the male person population thought I was pretty, and I knew how they loved my knocker. I would often see boys stare as I passed them, and sing about me when they thought I could n't hear them. Some teachers really liked standing in straw man of me, looking down trying to explain 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 buss him, groping at me, grinding himself on my ass. I did n't wish 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.

John always made mom clothes like a strumpet. She was a small, scrawny, mexican girl with big knocker. John had her wear really small mini chick and cooler top side that showed most of her mamilla. Mom always got a lot of aid from men, which I had just begun to get. Most people said we looked like baby and we looked the same, so I wanted to expect the same. On one shopping slip, I wanted to buy a some really small-scale boxers for gym class and a small armoured combat vehicle top that showed a lot of cleavage. Mom walked into the dressing room and said I could n't plume like that. I walked out of the binding room wearing it, and asked John, '' Can I get this, please papa. '' I saw his eyes brighten up, and he told me he would buy me anything I wanted, and told mom to ease up. I began buying more underdrawers, mini skirt, tank tiptop, all the kind of apparel that mom would wear. Mom did n't want me to, but John backed me up and let me buy what I wanted. I tried on many different combinations of the most revealing clothes I could find, and I would come out and model for mom and John. John agreed to buy me everything.

I began wearing my new slutty turnout, and began getting much more attention from everyone. Most girls in school thought I was a slut, but the son loved my outfits. Every now and then a female instructor would send me home to change, but I never had that trouble with the male teachers. John 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 low spanks, or hugging me and grabbing my ass, holding my nipple to his chest, looking straight down at them. He also began hugging me from behind and playing with my tit. 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 home for the weekend. I went to take a Bath before going to bed. As I was gon na lock away 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 ready, strip, and jumped in the bathing tub. I suddenly heard the door open, and saw whoremaster 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 dead body, caressing my shoulders, my breasts, then my human knee, then thighs.
I said, '' Please end. ``
whoremonger, '' It 's ok, I 've been waiting for this a yearn metre, you just be a good fille and do everything I say, and we will ingest a safe time. Now promise me your gon na do everything I tell you to. ``
He continued touching my body, as I sat there frozen, without saying a word of honor, then I felt his mitt slap me in the face. My eyes got watery as I felt the sting in my face.
St. John the Apostle, '' Promise me you are gon na do what I tell you, or I 'm gon na have to spank you, now say your gon na do what I want. ``
I sat there crying, when I felt a slap again.
John Lackland, '' Say it. ``
Me, '' I 'm gon na do whatever you want. ``
John, '' trade good, if you behave, it does n't induce to hurt. I 'm gon na piss you into my petty prostitute, 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 hands begin sliding down towards my pussy.
privy, '' out-of-doors your pegleg bitch. ``
I sat there with my legs tight as he slapped me again.
John, '' I just gave you an decree, now obey and say yes dad. ``
He raised his mitt to slap me again, and I cried, '' yes dad. '' I opened my wooden leg and felt his fat finger playing around with my button, as he used the other hand to fondle my tits and sucked on them. I felt so incapacitated, I just sat there letting him do it. He continued playing with my clit for what seemed like forever, then I felt him trying to labor a digit inside of me. I felt a stinging sensation as he pushed in slowly with his fat finger's breadth.
Saint John, '' That 's a nice pixilated pussy. ``
He got up and unmake his gasp, and pulled down his drawers. I tried looking away as he asked, '' ever seen one of these. ``
I said, '' No. ''
He got closer and let it hang up in front of my face.
John, '' Look at it. ``
I turned and looked as he held his dick with his hands. It was the first time I saw a man 's putz. It was a vast Joseph Black gumshoe, it looked disgusting to me. It reminded me of the horse I saw when I was a little female child, not that it was the same size, just how dim, and long, and midst. I was petrified in reverence looking at it, I knew he was gon na desire to lie with me.
He began slapping me softly as he swinged it back and Forth across my human 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 sleep with you for a long time, but if you suck my dick very good, I 'll let it pass. ``
He held me by the book binding of my nous, with his pecker 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 prospect. ``
He climbed in the bathtub with me, opening up my legs. I tried pushing him off, and he slapped me again. `` Open your peg bitch. '' He opened my stage and I lay there not wanting to get slapped again. I felt his tool Menachem Begin pushing inside my pussy, it stung much worse than his fingerbreadth. I felt like I was being split in half as he kept pushing deeper and deeper. I was crying and screaming in torment, and he just kept grunting and looking at me, telling me how tight I was. I begged him, '' Please stop daddy, it hurts too a great deal. ''
lavatory, '' I told you to do what I tell you, or it 's gon na hurt.
Me, '' please I 'll do whatever you want papa. ``
John, '' It 's ok, I 'm just gon na pop your puss material quick. I 've been waiting a long time to fuck you. ``
He continued pushing deeper and mystifying, `` I 'm gon na take in you into a serious petty cocotte for me. ``
I felt him go deeper, I felt my twat so exposed, and he was so deep inside. It was extremely painful, and he kept pushing boost and further. I would scream in pain as he would strive a point where he could n't go in anymore, but he would just push punishing and founder past that decimal point. The painful sensation 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 bother as he slid in and out, making me howler in suffering. I tried pushing him off, but I was helpless. He was a big, fat, potent, dim man, and he I was like a helpless doll to him. He moved his workforce around my body freely, from my tits to my ass, at one point fingering my backtalk. He thrusted his rosehip faster and faster without mercy, I thought I was gon na get split in half. I could feel warmness in my pussy as he went faster and faster, and saw blood in the urine. I almost felt like passing out from the annoyance, when he began grunting louder and his muscularity tensed up. I felt his dick heavy then ever inside of me, then he just began to relax. He pulled his cock 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 like forever.

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