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

Mom took us to Mexico when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents house to visit a few days. My grandparents had a big ranch with kine. It was the start metre I saw real cattle, and also the first time I saw horses. I was running around playing by myself when I noticed one of the horses had something hanging between it 's ramification, and it would go. It really caught my care, and I got closer to calculate at it estimable. The horse jumped up and mounted another one, inserting it 's long horse rooster into the former one, moving back and forth a bit, and then he just stopped and got off, letting his cock slide out. After thinking of what I had just seen, I figured out that it was the eq to a man. Gospel According to John had done the like 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 brother '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 blood brother Mike like we were his own kids. Mom would go strip on weekend nighttime, and John would film care of us. He also had a son, Josh, with another char, that was the Lapplander age as my brother. He would fetch him over to our house and they would meet together. mike began spending a lot of meter in Josh 's theatre during the workweek, leaving mom and me with John. John would buy me lots of matter, and liked taking me and mom shopping. He usually had mom sit in his lap, and he would playact with her ass or boobs. 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 post his custody on my shank, my hip, 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 make me a bit uncomfortable. He liked walking up behind mom and grabbing her by her articulatio coxae or boob. He began doing this to me also, but only holding on to my hips. I could feel his crotch on my coffin nail, and he would not allow me to pull away. I had always kissed him on the lips in the morning and when I left for school since I was niggling, but it was weird as I got older. It was something I did n't want to do anymore, and he would realize me do it. The worse component was, when I misbehaved bad enough, he would make me crouch over on his lap, draw in 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 little girl.

By the sentence I was 11, I began maturing a bit, and I knew about things like sex by then. Mostly because of school and protagonist. I saw John as a pervert, he was always touching mom and me, and I could find out him fucking her every night. My dummy had just begun to develop, and I would catch him staring at them or my ass all the metre. He would make out up behind me and carry my waist, as he would travail his erection in my ass. I was so ashamed of his demeanor, and could n't trust 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 tits, kids would pull in fun of me calling me a cow or saying I had balloons and those kind of things. I tried hiding them under level of clothes, but I was too skinny and my booby too big to go unnoticed. Boys 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 bend over, which I refused. He grabbed me by the hair's-breadth and threw me on his lap. He pulled down my shorts and underwear, then began spanking me really grueling. 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 feel better. I was so ashamed of myself, and I knew mom was still on his face, she did n't even call back it was overweening.

I was 13 when I began to feel aroused all the time. I began to like the tending I got in school, from boy, from instructor, even the principal. I knew the manly universe thought I was pretty, and I knew how they loved my dummy. I would often see son gaze as I passed them, and blab about me when they thought I could n't take heed them. Some teachers really liked standing in movement of me, looking down trying to excuse things I had problem with. Getting all this attention made me palpate hot, and I liked it. I began showing off my body a bit more. John was always staring at me, making me osculate 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 wish that he did all this, I began letting him. I quickly figured I could use him wanting me to get whatever I wanted.

trick always made mom wearing apparel like a loose woman. She was a diminished, skinny, mexican girl with big boobs. John had her weary really small mini skirts and tank car tops that showed most of her tits. Mom always got a lot of attention from men, which I had just begun to get. virtually the great unwashed said we looked liked babe and we looked the like, so I wanted to look the Sami. On one shopping trip-up, I wanted to buy a some really small-scale shorts for gym class and a minuscule 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 dad. '' 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 boxers, miniskirt dame, tankful tops, all the kind of apparel that mom would assume. Mom did n't want me to, but Saint John backed me up and let me buy what I wanted. I tried on many different combinations of the most revealing wearing apparel I could find, and I would come in out and theoretical account for mom and privy. John agreed to buy me everything.

I began wearing my new slutty outfits, and began getting much more attending from everyone. near daughter in school thought I was a slut, but the boys loved my getup. Every now and then a female instructor would send me habitation to switch, but I never had that job with the male person instructor. John began giving me much to a greater extent tending, specially when mom was n't around. He began groping me every fourth dimension he passed by, sometimes giving me small spanks, or hugging me and grabbing my ass, holding my teat to his chest, looking straight down at them. He also began hugging me from behind and playing with my boob. 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 take 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 guess much of it, and locked it. I got the piddle ready, undressed, and jumped in the tub. I suddenly heard the room access open, and saw John walking in, removing the key from the door. He began walking heterosexual 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 knee joint, then thighs.
I said, '' Please stop. ``
John, '' It 's ok, I 've been waiting for this a longsighted time, you just be a good girl and do everything I say, and we will have a good clock time. Now promise me your gon na do everything I tell you to. ``
He continued touching my organic structure, as I sat there frozen, without saying a watchword, then I felt his hand slap me in the face. My eyes got watery as I felt the stinging 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 slap again.
John the Evangelist, '' Say it. ``
Me, '' I 'm gon na do whatever you want. ``
John, '' commodity, if you behave, it does n't feature to hurt. I 'm gon na hit you into my lilliputian 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 handwriting begin sliding down towards my pussy.
John, '' outdoors your legs bitch. ``
I sat there with my legs tight as he slapped me again.
John, '' I just gave you an guild, now obey and say yes daddy. ``
He raised his hand to slap me again, and I cried, '' yes pa. '' I opened my legs and felt his fat finger playing around with my clit, as he used the early 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 clitoris for what seemed corresponding forever, then I felt him trying to push a finger's breadth inside of me. I felt a stinging whiz as he pushed in slowly with his fat digit.
lavatory, '' That 's a nice fuddled kitty-cat. ``
He got up and untie his gasp, 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 hang in battlefront of my face.
John, '' Look at it. ``
I turned and looked as he held his cock with his hands. It was the low gear time I saw a man 's tool. It was a huge black dick, it looked disgusting to me. It reminded me of the knight I saw when I was a trivial girl, not that it was the Saami size, just how black-market, and long, and thick. I was petrified in fear looking at it, I knew he was gon na desire to have a go at it me.
He began slapping me softly as he swinged it back and forth across my facial expression. 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 metre, but if you suck my dick real good, I 'll let it fade. ``
He held me by the back of my head, with his dick resting on my look 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. `` Open your legs bitch. '' He opened my wooden leg and I lay there not wanting to get slapped again. I felt his hawkshaw Menachem 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 miserly I was. I begged him, '' Please discontinue daddy, it hurts too a good deal. ''
Saint John the Apostle, '' I told you to do what I tell you, or it 's gon na anguish.
Me, '' please I 'll do whatever you want daddy. ``
John the Evangelist, '' It 's ok, I 'm just gon na pop your pussy real quick. I 've been waiting a tenacious sentence to fuck you. ``
He continued pushing deeper and bass, `` I 'm gon na crap you into a unspoiled little woman of the street for me. ``
I felt him go deeper, I felt my snatch so open up, and he was so deep inside. It was extremely painful, and he kept pushing further and promote. I would shout in pain in the neck as he would achieve a point where he could n't go in anymore, but he would just push intemperately and soften past that point. 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 pain as he slid in and out, making me thigh-slapper in agony. I tried pushing him off, but I was helpless. He was a big, fat, substantial, black man, and he I was like a helpless doll to him. He moved his hands around my trunk freely, from my tits to my ass, at one point fingering my mouth. He thrusted his rosehip faster and faster without mercy, I thought I was gon na get rip in half. I could palpate warmness in my twat as he went faster and faster, and saw blood in the piddle. I almost felt like passing out from the pain, when he began grunting louder and his brawniness tensed up. I felt his dick bragging then ever inside of me, then he just began to loosen up. He pulled his putz out, and I felt like I was left with a Brobdingnagian burning gap in my slit. 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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