The Curious Daughter (Part 2)

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(He whistles)
Putting a plastic spark plug in your little finger is sister.
He mocked her with a sarcastic, depraved laugh...
The house fell down!
I didn't know what to do or say in my defense at the time.
I almost panicked.
She laughed at me and my panic, recording it all the time.
I tried to cover myself up and hide and protect my little sketch and the plastic pipe, but my sister's diabolical made it even more terrifying.
I've been recording for five minutes.
I tried to negotiate everything that I could, but she came up with her proposal after all my proposals were exhausted. All so she wouldn't send Mom those pictures...
- Let's do it like this... you and I are going to play a game... and I will teach you how to suck on an actual cock, not plastic one... if you "stop" ...I'll delete that video and the other ones I made of you doing the same thing, and the pictures you took of your little sketch and sent by <unk>watzap<unk> for many men who don't even know what they're gonna do with those photos.
I was silent for a long time before agreeing.
- It's all right sister I will do anything..
As soon as I agreed, she revealed that the dick she was gonna teach me to suck would be my dad's...
And that's when she laughed and called out loudly...
- Come father she agreed...
I couldn't believe she called Dad...
It seemed like everything was falling into place at that moment.
He's standing right in front of us with his dick about to explode.
I even begged you.
- No, please!
Doing more terrorism she bluffed saying...
I'll send it to your mother.
I screamed in panic and fear...
I'm going to try... it will just take a lot of patience from you guys, and this is gonna be really hard for me because you are my sister.
Dad even tried to comfort me...
Daddy and his little sister are going to teach you a lot of delicious things.
And he sat next to me on the bed and as I spoke my heart was just about to jump out of my mouth, so tense that I felt...
The hard-on was gone and my whole body trembled, and I stuttered every word.
And they tried to make me feel very relaxed, but it was really hard for me to take that as natural.
It took a while, but after they told me everything that had happened between them I was overcome by fatigue and the desire to take control of my body again...
My sister drove everything as affection and horny...
She said:
Look here... telling me I should look at his dick.
He pulled down his pants and a big, fat stick jumped out in front of me. And I said...
- But I'm not going to put it all in my little sketch, Dad.
And he laughed at me saying..
- There you go, honey.
And my sister started the joke...
With one hand, she would jerk off to Daddy's dick... and with the other hold my head. And slowly pull her red-beating little head towards me.
You have no idea how delicious it is to suck on a real stick...
When my lips touch the big little head of your beautiful and wonderful roll, I closed my eyes and gave an involuntary tiny pinprick to the lovely head of his cock...
In that gentle touch I felt him sway with the sweet kiss...
- Open your mouth wide, you slut so daddy's dick can get in that little whore of yours... my sister gave the order and I obeyed immediately.
His dick would come in real slow and soft, sliding down my throat.
I only opened my mouth to receive Daddy's stick...
When your dick comes out of my mouth, it's gonna come out like a lacquered pencil drenched in my saliva.
One of the most delightful sensations from that sucking was when I learned to hold my lower and upper lips against her little head and suck, massaging with my tongue and squeezing...
And with it on, I'd squeeze a little bit harder and suckle like a baby does to the bottle...
Ours was so wonderful to pluck my father's first groan...
It was like I had won a trophy.
He would caress my chin with one of his hands and I'd look into his eyes with his stick in my mouth....
He was moaning more and more, and his bladder seemed to grow bigger and swell up...
My sister on my back would move my head around and it'd cause that frisson in my dad...
Dad almost made fun of my mouth...
It's time to fuck that teenage sketch, my love... dad can't wait any longer.
And looking at my sister, I said...
- Come on my daughter help me fuck your little sister...
And she promptly set me up for daddy's dick.
In that we were all already completely naked...
My sister was holding his stick and playing on the inside of my little finger, which by then had completely mellowed out. Until she stuck her head in my love hole...
I sobbed with her touch on my little hole after the slight pressure he made by pushing very slowly...
That big, fat little head of an intruder started raping my childhood hole...
I bit my lower lip, closed my little eyes and groaned forcibly to withstand the strong pressure that his head was making by violating my forbidden hole...
I felt a little pain and made this tearful face, and my crying moan got Dad to ask if I wanted him to take...
I responded groaning with my lips caught between my teeth...
I tried everything to hold back my father's momentum a little, but he kept pushing his dick hard like an iron and I couldn't take it anymore and shouted...
- Daddy is hurting my little finger!
My sister is screaming...
Hold on, bitch... hold the prick in your stupid little face and then you'll scream but with pleasure.
And laughed at me while I moaned...
Dad also tried to comfort me by saying...
- Calm down my love... it's going to get nice.... this is just the beginning.. then you will scream asking for dad put everything inside of you my love ...
But I groaned and screamed more at every bit of nerve that came into me.
Tethered by the waist, I had my little body forced down on its roller which kept coming in dilating all over the channel of my sketch enlarging her muscles....
His roll slipped all over me filling up..
I felt my little sketch all busy....
I've never felt such a good feeling as that...
The pain was secondary...
Desire was taking hold of me through the bloodstream, forcing me to act and react in depraved ways with words and gestures that I never imagined would one day...
Dad stood still, quietly and with a smile on his lips just glimpse me allowing me to live that my moment of pleasure only I discovered.
With your whole role inside me..
My little body sitting on your lap, fully engaged.
I pressed my forehead to his and sighed desperately accelerated..
His stiff, immobile stick inside me throbbed and pressed even more against the narrow walls of my sketch.
Unwittingly without dislocating my body from that of my father, I moved my waist very slowly in an upward motion.
I could feel his dick coming out of my little sketch until only the tip of his head was left inside...
Using the weight of my body I slipped again hiding all that stick inside me...
It seemed crazy the contradictory, when from my mouth escaped paradoxical strawberries... - No!! no!!! My little cheek not passionnooo!!! Paaaaara do not eat me !!! Please don't eat me!!! My bellybutton does not!!!
When in fact I wanted to beg for more and more...
Jumping all crazy on his dick.
My body rebelled against my words, doing exactly that.
Going up and down. And I was moaning a lot, crying my eyes out begging Dad to stop fucking me...
It seemed as if the world had stopped at that moment to watch my sweet suffering...
Continued Part 3