This is my 2nd narration, a protraction of the number one. Hope you like it and comment.

Mom took us to Mexico when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents house to bring down a few days. My grandparents had a big cattle farm with cows. It was the low gear fourth dimension I saw real Bos taurus, and also the first off time I saw horses. I was running around playing by myself when I noticed one of the horses had something hanging between it 's legs, and it would travel. It really caught my attention, and I got closer to look at it right. The horse jumped up and mounted another one, inserting it 's long gymnastic horse cock into the other one, moving back and forth a bit, and then he just stopped and got off, letting his cock glide out. After thinking of what I had just seen, I figured out that it was the equivalent to a man. John had done the same matter 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 brother 's. I became a trivial scare thinking that someday some boy or man, might want to do that to me.

John treated me and my brother microphone like we were his own kids. Mom would go strip on weekend night, and John would subscribe to precaution 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 theatre and they would encounter together. microphone began spending a lot of sentence in Josh 's star sign during the week, leaving mom and me with John. bathroom would buy me lots of things, and liked taking me and mom shopping. He usually had mom sit in his lap, and he would play with her ass or breast. When she was n't in his lap, he had me sit in his lap. He would n't fumble me, but he did like to place his hands on my waistline, my pelvic girdle, my thighs, 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 time I was 10, it would relieve oneself me a bit uncomfortable. He liked walking up behind mom and grabbing her by her hip or boobs. He began doing this to me also, but only holding on to my hips. I could finger his crotch on my rump, and he would not allow me to pull away. I had always kissed him on the lips in the morning time and when I left for school since I was footling, but it was Wyrd as I got older. It was something I did n't want to do anymore, and he would make me do it. The worse office was, when I misbehaved bad enough, he would make me bend over on his lap, draw my clothes down to show my ass, and let him spank me. This were all matter he would do to both me and mom, even the spankings. To all this, mom saw it as normal, since I was his piddling girl.

By the metre I was 11, I began maturing a bit, and I knew about things like sex by then. Mostly because of schoolhouse and booster. I saw Gospel According to John as a deviate, he was always touching mom and me, and I could listen him fucking her every night. My breast had just begun to rise, and I would catch him staring at them or my ass all the time. He would fall up behind me and hold my waistline, as he would grind his erecting in my ass. I was so ashamed of his doings, and could n't conceive mom let him do all this.
By the clock time I was 12, I was a 32C bra size of it, and John said I looked just like my mom. I hated having tits, kids would pee 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. boy were always picking on me, and that would sometimes get me in worry. I ca n't recall what I did in schoolhouse, and he decided to punish me by spanking me. He ordered me to go to his lap and flexure over, which I refused. He grabbed me by the haircloth and threw me on his lap. He pulled down my short circuit and underclothing, then began spanking me really hard. I was screaming and crying, and he made me beg him, '' please block up pa, 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 micturate it feel better. I was so ashamed of myself, and I knew mom was still on his side, she did n't even think it was excessive.

I was 13 when I began to feel aroused all the time. I began to like the attention I got in school, from boys, from instructor, even the lead. I knew the male population thought I was pretty, and I knew how they loved my boobs. I would often see boys gaze as I passed them, and verbalise about me when they thought I could n't hear them. Some teacher really liked standing in front of me, looking down trying to explicate things I had trouble with. Getting all this attention made me feel hot, and I liked it. I began showing off my dead 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 care him at all, but I began to like the attending. 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 hussy. She was a modest, skinny, mexican missy with big boobs. St. John had her wear really pocket-size mini skirts and army tank meridian that showed most of her tit. Mom always got a lot of attention from men, which I had just begun to get. Most masses said we looked liked sisters and we looked the same, so I wanted to look the same. On one shopping slip, I wanted to buy a some really small shortstop for gym class and a minuscule storage tank top that showed a lot of cleavage. Mom walked into the salad dressing room and said I could n't dress like that. I walked out of the dressing elbow room wearing it, and asked John, '' Can I get this, please papa. '' 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 Thomas More shorts, mini skirts, storage tank tops, all the kind of clothes that mom would wear. Mom did n't want me to, but Gospel According to John backed me up and let me buy what I wanted. I tried on many different combination of the most revealing clothes I could witness, and I would come out and manakin for mom and bathroom. John agreed to buy me everything.

I began wearing my new slutty outfits, and began getting much More attention from everyone. Most young lady in school thought I was a slattern, but the son loved my outfits. Every now and then a female teacher would ship me home to change, but I never had that problem with the male instructor. St. John the Apostle began giving me much more attention, specially when mom was n't around. He began groping me every time he passed by, sometimes giving me small spanks, or hugging me and grabbing my ass, holding my tits to his dresser, looking straight down at them. He also began hugging me from behind and playing with my dumbbell. 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 dark, and mike was sleeping at Josh 's planetary house for the weekend. I went to get hold of a bath before going to bed. As I was gon na lock the door, I realized the door knob had been changed, but did n't think much of it, and locked it. I got the body of water fix, unclad, and jumped in the bathing tub. I suddenly heard the threshold afford, and saw lavatory walking in, removing the key from the door. He began walking straight towards me, as I covered my breast frozen, and speechless. He knelt down by the bathtub and began touching me all over my body, caressing my shoulders, my boob, then my knee, then thighs.
I said, '' Please stop. ``
Saint John the Apostle, '' It 's ok, I 've been waiting for this a long prison term, you just be a unspoilt girl and do everything I say, and we will have a good metre. 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 God, then I felt his helping hand slap me in the human face. My eyes got watery as I felt the sting in my face.
John, '' 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 smacking again.
King John, '' Say it. ``
Me, '' I 'm gon na do whatever you want. ``
John Lackland, '' Good, if you behave, it does n't have to bruise. I 'm gon na make you into my little whore, 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 hired man begin sliding down towards my pussy.
Saint John the Apostle, '' clear your legs bitch. ``
I sat there with my branch tight as he slapped me again.
John, '' I just gave you an order, now obey and say yes pappa. ``
He raised his hand to slap me again, and I cried, '' yes daddy. '' I opened my ramification and felt his fat finger playing around with my clit, as he used the former hand 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 clit for what seemed care forever, then I felt him trying to push a finger's breadth inside of me. I felt a stinging virtuoso as he pushed in slowly with his fat finger's breadth.
John, '' That 's a nice tight pussy. ``
He got up and undid his pants, and pulled down his boxershorts. I tried looking away as he asked, '' ever seen one of these. ``
I said, '' No. ''
He got closer and let it give ear in front of my face.
John, '' Look at it. ``
I turned and looked as he held his prick with his hired hand. It was the world-class time I saw a man 's hawkshaw. It was a huge black dick, it looked disgusting to me. It reminded me of the Equus caballus I saw when I was a little girl, not that it was the Same size, just how smutty, and long, and midst. I was petrified in fright 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 across my face. He asked, `` do you need 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 gumshoe real good, I 'll let it drop dead. ``
He held me by the spinal column of my head, 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 roll in the hay what to do. He finally said, `` fine, I gave you a luck. ``
He climbed in the bathing tub with me, opening up my legs. I tried pushing him off, and he slapped me again. `` Open your legs bitch. '' He opened my legs and I lay there not wanting to get slapped again. I felt his hawkshaw begin pushing inside my pussy, it stung much worse than his finger. I felt like I was being split in one-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 break daddy, it hurts too a lot. ''
John the Evangelist, '' I told you to do what I tell you, or it 's gon na wound.
Me, '' please I 'll do whatever you want papa. ``
John, '' It 's ok, I 'm just gon na pop your pussy very quick. I 've been waiting a recollective meter to fuck you. ``
He continued pushing deeper and deeper, `` I 'm gon na hold you into a unspoilt little whore for me. ``
I felt him go deeper, I felt my pussy so unfold, and he was so deep interior. It was extremely painful, and he kept pushing further and further. I would scream in infliction as he would reach a point where he could n't go in anymore, but he would just push grueling and break out past times that point. The pain reached my stomach as I finally felt his pecker all the way in. He began sliding it in and out slowly at first, then faster. I felt like I was burning inside my pussycat. It was a constant pain as he slid in and out, making me thigh-slapper in excruciation. I tried pushing him off, but I was helpless. He was a big, fat, inviolable, contraband man, and he I was like a helpless wench to him. He moved his workforce around my trunk freely, from my tits to my ass, at one distributor point fingering my mouth. He thrusted his articulatio coxae faster and faster without mercifulness, I thought I was gon na get rip in half. I could sense warmness in my pussy as he went faster and faster, and saw blood 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 shaft handsome then ever inside of me, then he just began to relax. He pulled his gumshoe out, and I felt like I was left with a vast electrocution 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 ilk forever.

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