What to do? If he finds a box, how can I explain, whose is it? While I was looking for a solution, my father opened the following bedside table. If the father finds out, he will probably kill me or drive me out of the house like the last whore when he sees my misfortunes.

I watched in horror as my father opened the last bedside table, where I hid the box. My legs began to weaken, my head was spinning, my heart was ready to jump through my throat ... another moment and into the place of the “daughter”, I would turn into a “whore with broken holes”.

“Dad!” I just answered, trying to distract him somehow.

“Yes, what happened?” He turned around, continuing to search for a packet of cereal with his hand.

- "Well, at ..., mmm" - trying to find words.

Is this really the end? On the verge of fainting, I thought.

- “Oooh, here they are, finally” - rising with the package.

Below my stomach, everything sank, and my heart was beating with a ringing in my ears. When my father rose, I found that he had a bag of cereal in his hands.

“What did you want to say there?” Asked the father, opening the bag.

“Ammm, I don’t remember that this suddenly flew out of my head,” I replied with relief.

Sitting down on a chair, I felt that the thickening of my lubricant began to flow out of the opened cunt. My heart continued to beat fast, and her face was red. I watched with relief as my father ate the cereal. Looks like I was lucky again. Having eaten his flakes and passing by me, he suddenly stopped.

“What is this strange smell?” The father suddenly said.

My discharge, already formed a decent puddle on the chair and the drops slowly began to drip onto the floor.

“Probably this is due to the fact that you opened up all the bedside tables,” the first thought came, I said.

“I'll clean the kitchen and clean up, good luck papa,” trying to quickly escort his father.

“Hmm, maybe, okay, it doesn't matter, before dinner then,” the father said goodbye.

As soon as I heard my father’s footsteps on the street, I, all trembling, abruptly rose and headed towards the nightstand, where a vibrator was hidden. In the second step, my legs suddenly gave way, and my head was loading ... Falling on all fours, my body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. I clenched my teeth so as not to scream, I began to growl loudly. An orgasm of the same incredible power as in the hospital covered me. From my pussy jets shot my discharge, and before my eyes everything became white and white, carrying me away ...

Oh ... if the father returns now, what will he see? I thought.

As on all fours in the kitchen stands, his innocent little girl, fifteen years old schoolgirl, growling like a beast, all trembling, whose cunt irrigates the floor with thick streams of lubricant, and the anus rhythmically compressed, as if trying to grab the air.

After a brief faint, I came to my senses, breathing heavily, standing on all fours, with my face leaning on the floor. From the hanging down lips of the labia, my lubricant was still flowing slowly. Rising slowly, I almost slipped. The whole floor was slippery from my discharge.

- “ex, have to wash the floor” - I thought sadly.

Having more or less moved away from excitement, I rushed to the nightstand, where my package was hidden in the far corner. Thank God, her father did not notice her, I thought. Quickly grabbing it without wasting time, I rushed to my room. Hiding her under the bed, I returned to the kitchen to remove my marks. Having aired the kitchen and making sure that no trace remained, I ran back to my room.

Having jumped onto my bed, in anticipation I pulled a box out from under it, in a long-awaited, huge, red, ribbed dildo. In reality, he looked even better than the pictures on the Internet. The box also had an instruction.Taking in her hand, I thought with a smile, “why instruction for such a little thing?” As if it could be used for another purpose. Having crumpled up the instructions, I threw it in the trash.

The dildo was hard-to-touch, rubber-coated, turning it over I found at the bottom of the phallus, a strange retractable hook, which is usually used to hook key chains. I can’t even imagine what it is for there, only if there is a thread to hang it ... the same people come up with it.

Comfortably sitting on the bed, I took off my wet panties and brought them to my nose. I inhaled my salty smell of discharge, causing my nipples to become hard. Putting the panties to the side, as well as taking off his skirt, I looked at my pussy. Which was already all red and swollen, and the sexual lips seemed to stretch even more. In addition, the entire pussy was already wet from the selection, which has already begun to drain down on the bed.

Taking a dildo in my hands, I directed the head of the phallus to the pussy. Moving up and down the genital lips, slightly pressing to lubricate it in my selections. Then running my fingers into the pussy, inside of which the heat was already burning, I scooped up enough of my lubricant, spread it across the entire length of the phallus, so that God forbid it would not tear me.

Falling on my back and pulling my knees up to my face, I spread their sides.

Taking a deep breath, I thrust the vibrator head into my vagina. Contacting the dildo on the entrance to the pussy, I slowly began to immerse it inside. I watched as the first 5 centimeters disappeared in my pussy, stretching it widely to the sides. I continued to press, feeling with every centimeters his friction, against the walls of the stretching vagina. The ribbing of the phallus very teased the edges of the genital sponges, delivering even more pleasure. Having submerged about 7 centimeters from myself, urine suddenly poured out of me, involuntarily flowing down my tummy onto the bed, and between my legs there was not much pain from the strongly stretched vaginal entrance. Stopping, I slowly began to pull him out of myself.

Pulling it out, I felt like a compressing vagina, clutching at the ribbing of the phallus, as if trying to hold it inside. Pulling him out completely and closing my eyes, I started rubbing the head of the dildo in my pussy, and with my knees, touching the hardened nipples, tearing a light moan from my lips. Continuing to moan, I opened my eyes, watching sweat trickle down my skin. The entrance of the pussy still ached a little bit, but I was impatient to immerse myself completely in this huge phallus.

I started to dip the phallus in my wet pussy again. This time I immersed him, faster and deeper. My insides shouted, from a strong stretch, and I still continued to immerse him in myself.

- "Oh ... damn, my God ... oooh," I whined, and feeling like the whole face is filled with paint.

Having immersed in myself almost half of the vibrator, I felt how the head of the phallus rested in the uterus. You stop, moaning loudly, I lay back on the bed with a raised ass, feeling like everything is burning inside, from pleasure and pain. I was filled and bloated from the inside. Opening my eyes and lifting my head, I looked at my crotch, from where a huge piece of phallus, like a plastic pipe, protruded.

Putting my hand on my stomach, I felt its fullness inside, from which the stomach became slightly convex. Putting my palm on my stomach, I pressed hard on him, which made my head spin, and the phallus got out a little. Panting, grabbing the phallus, I slowly began to pull it out of me. Gasping, I felt like the walls of the pussy rub against the dildo, covering me with a suitable orgasm. At the last centimeters, with a pop, pulling the dildo out of her pussy, a jet of discharge hit the ceiling, along with my cry of pleasure and a body shaking from orgasm.

Having lain a couple of minutes with legs spread in different directions, I raised myself up. Leaning on my elbow, I looked at my gaping cunt.

“My God, what a whore I have become,” I said out loud.

The pussy gaped at 4 centimeters, and the walls of the pussy just stuck outward from which a whitish liquid similar to sperm flowed out. Grab the dildo I brought it to his face. Heat and the smell of my discharge still radiated from him. I began to lick it, licking off my discharge, imagining ... Read more →