The Addiction of Drugs (pt 2)

Hey, you guys! For those of you who don't know me yet, my name is Paula. I'm a writer of erotic fiction, and I only tell stories about real people who, for any number of reasons, prefer to remain anonymous. And, here I am sending you the second part of this tale, of a friendly couple "Father and Daughter" he cop, she ex-chemical addict. For your better understanding, I recommend that you read the first part. After almost two minutes of sitting there, looking into each other's eyes, we both longed for each other, and there was such a strong connection between us that we seemed to be communicating telepathically, like this. - Dad, please don't eat my pussy, please!!! Don't do this to me. I'm your little girl... remember that I've always been your little doll. The girl that you always carried on the hill. If you fuck my pussy, how will we look at each other tomorrow... how will we relate to father and daughter, if the deepest stage of love, which is forbidden for both of us, for fathers and daughters, if this boundary is broken with a wonderful fuck as soon as you start fucking me, and make me laugh made a tramp on your dick? How will our life be after that? And he seemed to respond. - Calm down my little girl... you're seeing it in a totally wrong way. You need to understand that this is the true love that exists between us. You don't need to be afraid. Besides, you'll always be my dear little girl. And now more than ever you'll be my doll, and you'll always have my little hill whenever you want, the way you want, the way you want. The blow that Daddy will give you is to save you and get rid of this cursed addiction. But she opened her mouth and breaking the silence asked me in a low whisper. - He's coming here, asking me to stand. He held me tight by the hand, pulled me up, lifting me up until I stood before the majesty of his athletic body. My face held on to his neck, forcing me to look up at his eyes and in a sudden instant, he with great affection and the delicacy of a "Lord" turned my back on him. I had my little body embraced with all love and affection, in this he crouched his body as if he were going to lift me by the waist and take my feet off the ground, but instead I felt his hard and very large cock coming from behind like a snake forcing its way through the middle of my legs cozying between the lips of my childish little sketch. My electrified little body would unconsciously move my hip slowly back and forth, making it easier for that huge, thick cock to slide smoothly between my bowels. His stick also forced the back and forth between them, and he pulsed so much that he swayed forcing my little body upward, as if he were going to lift me up by the force of that stick alone. At the same time his mouth gently tortured me with kisses and nibbles on every bit of wet skin on my little neck, while his hand slipped over my belly and down to my swollen, throbbing buttocks. Her little finger touched my clitoris gently, caressed it with all the affection and descended, slipped between her lips until it reached my little hole of love, where I felt only the phalanx forcing the entrance, making me agonize with pleasure moaning already almost crying only with the head of that little finger gently massaging. My body meandered in his arms like a jigsaw from one side to the other, to the point that in some moments, such was the intensity of the caresses, that My legs would wobble, I'd get limp, and with the weight of my body, I'd almost bend over and fall into the tub. I closed my little eyes and threw my head back, resting it on his shoulders, moaning like a condemned woman, as if I was being tortured. Dad, you were purposely trying to drive me crazy. Besides, he was still using his mouth to talk in my ear. - If you don't ask me to fuck you, you'll be tortured here until you pass out. I got to my limit really fast with all that yelling and screaming really loud. Finish this agony of mine... I can't take it anymore. Finish me. Finish my little sketch... fuck her all at once... break up with me, break up with her all at once. But he wanted more. He wanted me to beg, and that's what I did because of my desperation for pleasure that he was imposing on me at that time. - I'm begging you, Daddy, fuck your little girl's little sketch... end her suffering... end it once and for all. And quickly I was placed on all fours in the bath while he positioned himself behind me holding my waist with one hand while the other held his stick, which was positioned between the lips of my little girl. I could feel the little head slipping between the fat lip of my vagina, going back and forth, forcing me to groan. Dad pushed, and I felt the first sting, and I sobbed with a slight, pleasurable ache. My father asked. Does it hurt, daughter? And I responded with a sharp, dengue-like whimper. I'm not going anywhere. Dad again forced my little hole by pushing lightly, but the little head was blocked because of my channel being very narrow. I opened my mouth and shouted loudly. I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'm going to go to the bathroom. Dad responded by trying to comfort me. It'll only hurt a little at first, but then it'll be delicious. Daddy will eat very slowly so that my little princess doesn't feel pain, only pleasure. Full of mischief and all pampered I cried asking. - Do you promise? Immediately he responds. - Of course my love that Daddy promises. I insist on it. - You swear with all your heart that you will eat my morsel very slowly and you will not hurt me. How quickly he responds. - I swear with all my heart that I will eat very slowly and I will not hurt myself. As we exchanged these words, Dad gradually pushed his big, thick roll into my childish sketch. It was as if a needle were being driven into my flesh and I screamed all hoarse and sobbing. - Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! my little tickleaaa!!! Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! my little tickleaaa!!! Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! my little tickleaaa!!! In the midst of my sweet agony, I screamed my heart out as I felt every bit of that stick slowly being buried inside my tight childish little face. That massive iron bar full of thick pulsating veins, it was, it was until it went all the way to my limit and stopped. Even very quietly stuck inside me that nerve with its thick veins caused me a huge damage of pleasure in my sketch. I gritted my teeth, gritted them and groaned loudly biting my lips. I even shouted. Daddy, my little sketch, Daddy, my little sketch. My little sketch could no longer stretch, but his stick pulsated strongly and ripped me screams and moans of pure and total pleasure. Dad would comfort me in all sorts of ways, kissing my neck, biting my shoulders, but he would also use words to say. Let her get used to him in there and then he'll fuck her real good. Dad would say a lot of things, driving me madder and madder as my little head went round and round, and sometimes I'd be on the verge of fainting with a blackout in my mind as big as the pleasure I felt at that moment. I'd be howling like a bitch at her wolf's dick, being curled up by the alpha male. The firefly went out and slowly returned, and so it went for several minutes until my little face became accustomed to that violent intruder torturing it. When I first noticed that prick, I could hear the sound of his dry kicks in my mouth. I was so involved that I confused fantasy with reality, imagining several times that it was all a crazy dream. But quite unlike a dream or a fantasy I felt the blows very strong in my childish sketch. It was as real as his thick roll inside of me, coming in and going out, bursting with everything, as that delicious little pain anesthetized by the pleasure that his cock medicated me. I completely lost track of time, no longer knowing how many hours I suffered deliciously at my father's dick, getting punched, screaming desperately, drooling into his pussy like a wild little bitch in heat that had to be tamed, pushing my ass backwards forcing more and more, facilitating the deep punches of his dick. With a hoarse head I enjoyed desperately in this position and for the first time in my life I cried in the middle of a joke that seemed to have no end. I could feel my little face throwing up milk and bathing my whole body in his dick that went in and out faster and faster, driving me to the edge of madness in that fun. He used to call me all sorts of names while I'd make fun of him like, whore, daddy's bitch, slutty little slut, slutty little slut. And my pleasure was intense. I thought I'd die of pleasure in that dick, but I had more. Recovering from that blackout, my mind slowly returning to reality I was placed seated on his pyre. Dad sat on the edge of the hydro holding me by the waist drove my little body over his dick and with the weight of my little body his stick slipped easily into my sketch. My little face was still puking up a lot of milk when I sat down and started slipping in that thick broth. I was in ecstasy, in another dimension, I just wanted to spank and enjoy, to be spanked and enjoy... enjoy a lot. Completely out of my mind I'd jump like a madman on his dick wanting more, screaming my head off. I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more. He was swinging from bottom to top as I jumped on the roller making a perfect and delicious synchronicity, a ballet on sex in that movement. Weak and debilitated from taking so much piss I immediately mocked and almost two and a half hours after the beginning of that my fart he mocked inside me made a splash. Spraying jets of milk very hard into my little sketch, I'd make it wipe over the corners of it. I would be tossed by him like a doll, up and down, my little body would be lifted until only half of his little head was inside me and suddenly I would be pulled forcefully and violently back onto that big, thick, hard mast at ever-increasing speed. That's how he mocked me, howling like a wild wolf, screaming and moaning until my little squeak sucked all his strength.