The birth of a whore – pt2 – end of close season

The birth of a whore – pt2 – end of close seasonThe birth of a young whore – pt2 – end of close seasonsequel of : https://xhamster.com/stories/the-birth-of-a-young-whore-689847We are still in the near of Heidelberg, Germany, back in 1965, this wonderful era, when women knew about their position, when men controlled women’s life, with strong mind and hands, when chastisement wasn’t reprehensible, when emancipation was unknown, when youngster didn’t automatically get mentally disordered when they were taught “ethical” values, and when they didn’t automatically called for justice, when learning did hurt.In this era my mom changed from a sheltered girl to a well led young woman, led by my dad’s parents, who educated her “professionally”, as my mom thought to a roommaid or a skilled employee in hotel business, but in reality to that kind of something, that does service in foreign hotel rooms, surely sometimes down on it’s knees, but not for cleaning the floor. My dad’s parents just wanted to educate and parent her to something profitable, something they could get rich without working themselves, they wanted her to be a cheap whore, a slut, who sells her body to please her boyfriend, to please his family, and to be loved and fed.Till now my mom as the fledgeling in dad’s family had some close season. Equal if my dad, his brother-in-law, any other male part of this family or any guest of their boardinghouse, bar or restaurant, all had the order of his dad and his mom, to keep calm, to let her be a cute young girl, untouched, virgin, clean. But now, now that her “moralizing” parents, these spawns of the bad, had “sold” her to keep their wicked secret unspoken, that secret that her honorable mom was a streethooker and her otherside grandma nothing better than a bawd, a madam in a borthel. Yes now was time for payoff, and it was at this little bitch to pay it all.After her first sexual contact with my grandpa, when she was bathing in that wooden tub and he forced his cock in her mouth after he had peed, mom was really scared about the situation. Well she was very greenly, and so she didn’t know how to deal with the situation. Her parents who sheltered her all the years before weren’t there, her boyfriend who could protect her, my legal dad, was at work, and so she started with the idea, that my dad’s mom, this till now friendly, pleasant mid-aged woman, would be possibly her ally, the one who would protect her against the men, against dad’s father, her husband or better, as my mom should find out that evening, against their merciless and sadistic MASTER, with his also sadistic, absolutely faithful student, his son-in-law, whom he imputed a greater value than his own son, my dad.Mom however, still naive to think it would get better, dried herself, creamed herself and dressed in her new working clothing, that uniform, that would define her from her sight as a roommaid, but in reality it was her public sign , that she was from now on, the lowest creature in that house, the slave for all that, needed to be done, especially for serving all males in the house in any sexual way they wanted.What mom didn’t know was the agreement her new masters made with her so honorable parents. These written articles of traineeship regulated, that she will get a professional education including board and lodging, that this education will last a minimum of 5 years, followed by another 10 years guaranted duty by the girl, the restrictions that either the girl nor her parents could resign that contract, that her instructors would have any rights over her including physical penalization in any way, that she will live from the first day on in the house of her instructors, as needed caged in a chamber and that she would only be allowed to visit her home, her parents, once all 3 weeks for 1 night.In the hope, the mother of her boyfriend and her professional instructor would protect her against such situations like the one she had with grandpa, she walked proud of her new uniform to grandma, and opened her what happened while she was in the bathroom. Grandma, a horny bitch like her own mom, absolutely kütahya escort obedient to her master and husband, in this family the order of precedence, laughed about that mean betrayal, stepped po-faced infront of mom, who went back, stopped by the wall, grabed her small tits, squeezed them through the uniform as long as mom started to whimper, while she was insulted in the most cruel way, she ever heard. Than grandma took her by her hair, pulled her that way, mom the whole time crying, through the boardinghouse right infront of grandpa. Grandma, still holding my mom at her hair, whispered something in her masters ear, who stood up with a angry face, turning mom around her own axis, bending her over one of the restaurants dining tables, all under the sight of some family and some boarding guests, dropping her pants, that everyone could see her wonderful, naked butt and the hairy pussy, opened his belt, took it out of his pants, folded it double and gave my mom’s virgin ass her first whipping session in life, for all to see, his growing fun with each of his ten beats, and the more with each of mom’s painful screams.Grandma let her loose. Not for comforting mom, no she wanted to disport herself at this now wonderful red, bloodshot, fresh meat, bright lighting the tavern, a wonderful scene, that she liked to top, and that secondary should help healing better. One of grandma’s brothers held mom in her position, making his own jokes with her, as he pressed her tear stained face against his trousers, right there where his pulsing cock started growing, moving like giving her a facefuck. Then grandma was back, in both hands each the half of a great cut juicy onion, that she immediately rubbed over the bloody wales on moms ass, what mom quitted with some screams, that seemed to be louder than those at her whipping.This way tortured, the let her lay on the table, screaming, whimpering, quarreling about her situation. They turned around and followed those things they were doing before mom needed to be educated in the therapy of traitors. Some of their visitors watched this fresh meat in her near, and after a short wink of grandpa followed from some finger exercises, some of them started stroking her butt and some superficially fingering of her still virgin pussy.The day went by, and as she didn’t knew, that she should sleep at her new home, she felt happy to get back to her parents and to her sister. After she asked, if someone would bring her home, such as usually the last weeks, my “uncle” and grandpa agreed, told her to dress casual, and to meet them at my uncles car. Everyone took a seat in the way they always did. My uncle was the driver, my mom to his right, and for her discomfort, grandpa right behind her. The trip lasted normally an hour, right following the biggest possible detour my uncle could find the first time. The road, as it can be told as, went through other villages, some fields, sometimes a small forest, and as they drove their way, they reached a abundantly covered forest, no other cars or people in the near, when my uncle’s package of cigarettes fall to the ground and it’s content littered all over the footarea. As he couldn’t pick all up, mom offered with her innocent mind, that she could help him. A perfect situation. Away from the standard road, darkness, beginning December, low temperature, frost, no witnesses, an innocent victim, some wonderful fresh meat, a young, tight virgin pussy, someone to break, someone to teach, someone who doesn’t know it better, and someone who is simple enough in mind, not imagining anything about that sadistic secret these guys shared, that should curdle her blood, if she would have known what should happen to her. Well after her afternoon-session whit grandpa’s helping belt, she scared the situation, but on the other side she was good in learning, and she knew, if she wouldn’t help my uncle collecting the cigarettes, her instructor could get angry again, and she didn’t needed a second adventure with his belt that day.”To ease her helping” my uncle drove the car to a small forest track, that escort kütahya led away from the road, switched on this dimly light in the car, that she could see where the cigarettes were. She slipped a little down from the seat, down to the footarea of her seat, groping with her hands the ground between his legs, her head on his thigh, when she recognized a movement in his pants. He started laughing, his cock pulsing, this wonderful, strong, hard, upside bent cock, about 8 inch long and with surely 1,75 inch diameter, a wonderful tool, formed like a banana but with the size of a ripe cucumber. As she realizes this strong piece of meat, she tried to get back, not a second cock that way today, she tried to get back at her seat, to flee from that unknown danger. Her help approaches, as my grandpa left the car, hectically opening her door, she on all fours crawling out, head foreward, fast out, only out…directly running with her face in this hard strong boner, that she sucked when it was weak, a boner with a size a farmer could use to impregnate his cows himself, this wonderful cock, straight, 9 to 10 inch long, with a 2 inch diameter, a type similar to a girls forearm, with a thick mushrum at it’s top. This time she had no chance, this time it was hard, grandpa fighted this pleasant anticipation the whole day, this time he took her head, deviding her her hair on both hands to two big pigtails, strong enough to hold her head, to lead it in the right position, that position that he needed to pound her fucking face, this facial pussy, the first two times just 1-2 inches, but then he pressed it for his satisfaction in her face 2-3-nearly 4 inches deep, her face, her cheeks blowing up like those of a hamster, she fighting for air, overstressed by the situation. My mom, this cheap whore, passed out. Yes she passed out, that night, but not only for this time, her night was long, she should experience this a few times, each time brought back in life with some smelling salt my uncle held her under her nose.When she opened her eyes, she felt warm. Not as cold as in the car, uncrowded, something pricked her, and she had problems to move. More and more she realized it. She was in a stable, the stable my grandpa had his left 2 horses out of his time as farmer. She lay on the straw, that covered all in this stable, her hands tied to two metal rings, in a way that she can’t move apart, she was completly naked, around her neck another cord, fixed to another ring at this horse box, with even enough rope to get and stay on her knees. My uncle held her again some smelling salt under her nose, now she was completly awakened. The two guys, my grandpa with some fine riding toys in his hands, snaffle, quirt, a kind of lockjaw, some wooden plugs, my uncle only with his small bottle of smelling salt. My uncle, always amused when he told that story, and my mom, whose blood ran each time cold, always remember grandpa’s introduction in the program of this evening: “Either we break in you like in the racehorse, we will have you in the end, and you stand this procedure, or we vbury you here on this ground in any hole we need then to dig.”With these words he enlaced a cushioned rope around her waist, lifted her with one hand that her ass and her pussy was nearly at the level of his cock, and fixed the other end of the rope on a hook, hanging down from the stables roof. Again she passed out, and again she was awakend by the smelling force.Her virgin pussy got a little wet, not much but enough that my uncle could rub his finger through it, up to her hole and bac down to her clit, that started shining a bit. Again and again he strokes her that way, starting to make her moan quietly, she started to feel some pleasure, the funny part of this game. Right the situation grandpa waited for, he took his flat hand, lay it on her pussy, again she started moaning, he took it back, stroked softly over this wet cunt, and with one fast move he slapped with his big hand on her horniness, quitted by a loud clapping, a loud and painful screaming , a convulsing tucking up her legs, and she kütahya escort bayan passed out again. It was a hard job, but a nice one, as I later could understand, when I could attend an equal situation, when a cousin got such a training. These whores, and according to my uncle and my grandpa, and as I now know, they were right, all women are whores, all are cheap sluts, only begging with their cunts to be fucked for their own pleasure, not like it was in earlier days, when they knew how to please their men, how to honor them, and how to make them happy, and being as result of the man’s happiness, happy themselves. Well after my uncle brought that cunt back in life, they started it all a little, but just a little softer. Grandpa who had, as explained in part one, first experiences on his family’s milk-farm. Out of these days he still had some buffers of bag balm, something like vaseline, and perfectly to be used as lubricant for any hole, pussy, butthole and equal if for fucking or fisting. Well nothing for use with rubber, but what are these holes for, if not to make them a nice warm breeding.Out of one of his buckets, grandpa took a good hand full of this grease, as grandpa told me some years later, a perfect grease to lube the pussy of a female horse, for whatever he ment, and covered mom’s pussylips, her buttcheeks and her asshole with plenty of this melting cream. While my uncle, standing on one of the bales of straw, he animated mom, by holding her nose, to suck his hard swollen cock, grandpa knew a better way, to open her mouth. He rubbed his pointer- and his middlefinger, crossed, over her tight, but slippery asshole, and with one fast move, not with this preparing fingering, he ran his two big fingers, all in one move from fingertip to the fist in her virgin asshole. Mom cried at this burning pain. And if it wouldn’t be enough, he pulled them out, and added for the 2nd penetration his ringfinger in the movement. With this her asshole was destroyed enough, that my uncle could deflower her ass, a thing he loved in any way, and at any asshole, as I realized when I was 12. But equal what everybody says, it was amazing and I love it till today.My uncle loved assholes, perhaps more than pussies, and so my grandpa didn’t needed to ask him a second time. My uncle moved behind her, setting the top of his cock over her new fucking hole, he rubbed it with pleasure over that tight pulled piece of meat. He enjoyed her fear, cause she heard what grandpa wanted him to do. As he was a little smaller than grandpa, he let the hook down, where the rope she hang in was fixed, right that height, that she stood like a sprinter right before a start, a little down in her knees, high enough to get up, but not deep enough to get on the knees. A position where thigh-muscles burn, and so did hers too, her legs started shaking. Right in this moment he set his top at her hole, this bow of a cock, started pressing and penetrated her with his first move about 2 inchs deep. Caused by that pain, she stretched her legs, tried to get up. A great mistake as she found out, cause she forced him herself this way deeper and deeper in her hole. He let her down a bit, let her relax her backdoor, then within a few seconds, holding her at her waist, to pound his cock again in her as deep as he could reaching the first strong resistance in her butthole, this second hurting muscle and from her again quitted with moving up, he pushed his cock in her, along at that hurting muscle, balls deep and holding it there, ignoring her pain, irgnoring her screaming, ignoring the danger she could pass out. At this point he never minded if she could stand it, at this point he was about to break her, to destroy her, to have a really great fun himself. Grandpa meanwhile watched it all, standing in the corner of this horsebox, wanking his cock and holding it strong and hard, for his mission.My uncle pulled his cock out, right before cumming, he wanted to stand this fucking session for some longer, and he liked edging. This kind relaxed, forced to relax, my mom collapsed. Her body trembled, her eyes started rolling, and so grandpa decided to let her out of her bondage, to let her relax, to let her sleep for a while. Sure, he liked that fun, he loved her fear, this taste of fear in the air, but he more loved the money he could gain with this slut.To be continued …