Lucero: virginities at stake 03 games of desire

Since I woke up in that place and understood what they had just gotten my daughter and me into, I couldn't stop thinking about who those people were, the different ways they could have found us, what they had to do to investigate us, and the fact that the institute where my daughter studied most of her life was involved in all of this.

It was not easy to assimilate that this disgusting-looking man was a rapist and a murderer, that it was a real possibility that this monster could take the virginity of my daughter, whom I believed I protected for 12 years by putting her in the Santa Teresita de Dios Institute. It was ironic that I had paid a small fortune to guarantee my daughter's virginity and thus ensure her a decent future, only to reach that moment where any of the men who were about to start the game could snatch away from her what I had guarded so jealously, just after she had left the institute.

My hand tightened on the plastic cup containing the dice, before I spun it around and slammed it down on the gaming table with unnecessary force, an act of imposing myself on the others, of trying to somehow take control of things while hiding the fear I actually felt in the presence of this criminal, trying not to show myself weak in front of this maniac, despite the fear induced in me by the horrible possibility of seeing my daughter falling into his detestable hands.

- All right! Reveal your games! - the voice of that psychopath called Carrie was heard, a name that sounded suspiciously false.

The first to show his hand was the imbecile nicknamed Diablo, revealing a pair of queens ; then it was the redhead whom Carrie called Harold, revealing a pair of aces , thereby taking the lead in the game. It was when my turn to pick up the cup came that a lurch in my stomach hit me and for a moment I refused to pick up the glass, as I looked at the girls in those glass rooms, sighing, not being able to imagine how I could choose one of them if I ever won a game, grappling with the idea that I might choose my own daughter just to speed up the moment when we would have the right to get out of that place.

- Omar, honey, let us see your game or I'm going to have to electrocute you, my love - she said in a voice that sounded sweet, but at the same time was chilling, a sound that made my blood boil with rage at having to follow the orders of a bitch like her, knowing that she wasn't playing, that that damn crazy woman would be willing to kill whoever decided to disobey her. My hand rose with the cup in it, revealing a combination of dice that gave me the upper hand in the game.

- Wow! Two pairs, jacks and kings! You're ahead in this game! Maybe you should start thinking about which girl you want to choose! - said that crazy woman, with a disturbing voice, letting the enthusiasm that overwhelmed her be seen in her words, before looking to the side of me, in the direction of the blond guy who had yet to show his game, while my thoughts wandered between my desire to win this game and take control of the game, and what made me want that blond guy to be the one to get the victory, taking the weight of having to make a decision off my shoulders, but at the same time fearing that he might decide to choose my daughter.

Her hand rose, making my heart stop for a second as I stared at the pair of tens she got, a fact that made me look in the direction of the girls, meeting the nervous and scared gaze of my daughter, then seeing the horror hiding in the crying and terror that the red-haired girl was suffering, to finally meet the gaze of the blonde girl, the same one who said that vulgarity outside the institute, who far from being nervous and scared, seemed to be anxious about what was about to happen, a moment in which I thought my decision would be made, until I heard a laugh coming from the other side of the table and my gaze met the crazed eyes of that psychopath.

- I can't believe you refuse to fuck your daughter! Do you really want to risk her falling into my hands? Do you think your tantrum from earlier and that ridiculous bully pose impress anyone? Poor asshole! You have no idea what I plan to do with those little princesses, although now that I think about it, maybe you want to see in person what you saw on the video, I don't know, maybe you liked it so much that you can't stop thinking about watching me fuck your daughter, watching me rape her, you're a fucking pervert! - he said sarcastically, challenging me, trying to manipulate me, getting me to turn to look at Lucero at that moment while Carrie announced the winner of the game.

- Omar, you have won the first round, you have one minute to choose one of the girls, remember that you can only penetrate her…

The crazy woman's words were lost in my thoughts as I stood up and walked to the room where Lucero was, thinking about the horrible possibility that that madman could possess her, feeling the need to speed things up for both of us, to do whatever it took to get us out of there as soon as possible while I watched the way her eyes opened wide as well as her mouth, unable to believe that I was choosing her, that I was about to take away her virginity that I protected so much during all those years in which I kept her captive in that damned institute.

***

It was not an easy decision to send Lucero to the Santa Teresita de Dios Institute. It took my wife and me a lot of uncomfortable conversations and even a couple of fights, because she believed that it would be best to keep her at home, while I was terrified of what could happen if my daughter entered an ordinary school, where she could hang out with boys, get distracted with stupid youthful loves and thus neglect school. A fear that did not arise out of nowhere, that was born in the way I saw my own mother give her life to the task of taking care of me, having taken charge of my upbringing alone, seeing her opportunities limited by having to abandon her studies, fighting at forced marches to support us and give us a decent life.

It was torture traveling with my daughter to take her to school, watching her spirits decline more and more as we approached the time to say goodbye, seeing her get off the plane dragging her feet, twisting her mouth, wringing her hands and sighing from time to time, while we drove in a rented car to the institution that would be her home for the next twelve years.

- Daddy, do I really have to stay here? Couldn't I stay home and study at the school where the other kids go? I have friends there, you know? I don't know anyone here and I don't want to feel alone - asked my little daughter, as we stood at the entrance of the Santa Teresita de Dios Institute, on what would be her first day of school, the first day I would have to part from her, feeling a deep pain at having to leave her in that place, but convinced that it was for her own good, that in this way I would ensure that she had a bright future, away from boys and the possibility of her getting pregnant before having achieved a career and built the foundations of a decent life. I immediately crouched down in front of my daughter so that my face was level with hers, before gently taking her chin so that she would raise her gaze and our eyes would meet.

- Listen, I know this isn't easy, but we're going to have to make an effort to make this work, okay? I'm sure you'll meet lots of friends here and have a great time, learn a lot, and in a few years, you'll become a woman who...

- I don't want to be a woman, I'm too young to be a woman - Lucero answered, drawing a pout on her face, composing a sad expression with which she managed to break my heart, causing me to sigh before hugging her and while I saw one of the nuns from the institute approaching us to take my daughter away.

- I'm sorry, honey, but it's the best thing for you, one day you'll understand - I apologized, a second before kissing my daughter's forehead and her mouth twisting slightly, shedding a couple of tears that I think hurt me as much as it hurt her to be separated from her parents and all the people who accompanied her in her first years of life.

- Hello, honey, you must be Lucero - the woman said in a kind and warm tone, making my daughter turn to look at her with some suspicion, while she nodded and the nun took the girl's suitcase to put it on a cart - come on dear, your roommates are waiting for you - she said suddenly, pointing with her hand towards a hallway where there were already two girls, a little redhead who looked as sad and scared as my daughter, along with a blonde girl, whose smile lit up the place, being that girl and her attitude that thanks to which I was able to take a breath, thinking that maybe Lucero would find a little happiness in that place, praying that those girls would be nice to her, so that she could adapt in that school.

- Hello, my name is Allison and this is Mandy, what is your name? - asked the blonde girl as soon as Lucero approached the small group.

- Lucero - he said shyly.

- Wow! What a beautiful name! From now on I'll call you Lucerito! And I think we'll be good friends! All three of us! - said the girl as she took them by the hand - Best friends! - she assured me, a moment before each of them pushed their luggage cart, that Lucero would look back and give me the saddest look I had ever seen on her face, the same one that would accompany me during my return home and for the rest of my life, that as the months went by would motivate me to be tough with her when I was home, in those moments when my decision would falter, tempting me to make her return with my wife and me, an attitude that I forced myself to adopt so that the time at school would be much more satisfying than the moments she was with me or with her mother, without caring that it would cost me Lucero's love, because it was important that she remained immaculate, that she stayed away from men, and I was convinced that that institute was the best place to achieve my goal.

***

I couldn't believe that I was about to make love to my Lucero, that I myself was the one who would snatch her virtue away from her, an idea that led me to imagine my daughter in that situation, being under my body, crying, moaning as she had me inside, an image that made me feel as if I was short of breath, that made me think of her as the girl I had left years ago in that convent school and not the woman she had become, a thought that made me give up on what I was about to do.

No, I couldn't choose her, it was an abomination to even think about being with my daughter in that way, to conceive the possibility of being the one to take her virginity and turn her into a woman, I couldn't choose her, I couldn't disrupt my daughter's life in that way.

It was when I was just a couple of steps away from reaching Lucero's room, when those thoughts made me stop dead in my tracks, when suddenly a feeling of vertigo made me turn in another direction and meet the anxious gaze of that blonde girl, the only one who didn't seem to be scared, observing in that girl an attitude that made me think that, perhaps, it wouldn't cause her a trauma if I chose her, feeling the immense fear that overwhelmed me at the possibility of being inside my daughter, a horrible feeling that led me to take a step back, unable to overcome what I felt when I thought that way about Lucero, leading me to walk in the direction of Allison, even though I knew that by doing so I would prolong things for my daughter and for me, without being able to get my head around the idea of being like that with her, with my daughter, my own blood.

- You're a son of a bitch! - someone shouted from behind me, without me having to turn around to know that it was Kevin, Allison's father, who suddenly realized what I was about to do, just before I stopped in front of his daughter's room and stood there still, until the door suddenly opened, making a lot of noise as it did so, letting me enter the glass room while I watched as Allison retreated until she fell sitting on the bed.

- I'm sorry, but I can't be with my daughter like this - I whispered to that girl as the room closed behind me and the images of what was happening between her and me began to project on the screens, something that made me look at my own image and be surprised to notice the erection that was already rising between my legs, feeling ashamed, refusing to look in Lucero's direction, concentrating on what I had to do as I knelt in front of that girl and sighed heavily - I'll try to do it in the best way for you, I'll try not to let it hurt, just try to relax, okay? - I asked that poor girl, seeing how she nodded nervously, with an expression invaded by anxiety, without putting up the slightest resistance while we listened to her father's crazed screams from the gaming table.

As gently as I could muster in my movements, I took that girl's legs and placed them on my shoulders, immediately feeling the heat emanating from her crotch, while my lips got closer and closer to her virginal cavity, experiencing the aroma of her vulva, looking at the shine escaping from her lips, understanding that, somehow, everything that happened had excited her, thinking that maybe what she saw that pair of maniacs do, somehow put her on the right path for what we were about to do.

I would never have believed it was possible to feel so much pleasure when kissing that girl's vagina. Never in all my years of marriage had I felt so excited, in such an instinctive, natural way, in a way that urged me to close my eyes while my lips were lost between hers, listening to the high-pitched moans of that girl, watching the way she writhed and arched her back from the pleasure it was causing her, completely forgetting that her father was watching us, that my own daughter was witnessing that infamous moment when I devoured the pussy of who was perhaps her best friend.

There were no words between that girl and me, only reactions, the spilling of fluids, moans, gasps, caresses and kisses, everything necessary to create the perfect preamble that led me to feel her orgasm in my mouth, which made me move my tongue anxiously to collect those fluids that escaped from her belly and impregnated her buttocks and part of her legs, making it evident that the moment to penetrate her had arrived, that that girl was on the verge of the moment in which she would become a woman in my arms.

She looked into my eyes as I stood up, only looking away when my erection was within her reach, lying back on the bed the right way, opening her legs for me, inviting me with that gesture to enter her body while giving me an expression troubled by excitement.

My knees rested on the soft mattress of that bed, noticing the delicate texture of the blankets that covered her as I placed myself between her legs, letting my penis rest on her mons pubis, watching as Allison's chest rose again and again, revealing her anxiety and the desire that girl felt at the eventuality of losing her virginity.

I leaned my body forward, leaning on one of my hands placed on the side of the girl, while the other grabbed my member tightly and directed it towards her crotch, letting my glans be impregnated first with her fluids as it ran along the length of her vagina, letting itself be caressed by her folds, watching as the girl closed her eyes and bit the inside of her lip, confirming her desires, understanding that somehow she also wanted that to happen.

With small, gentle hip movements, I slowly penetrated her, very carefully, allowing her lips to open slowly, to get used to the size of my penis, letting everything happen naturally, penetrating her gradually until my glans managed to enter completely and I knew that the moment had come, freeing my member from my hand, placing my weight on my palms, ready to fornicate with her until it was all over.

A fleeting glance, a nod, and the hint of a nervous smile preceded the moment when Allison's expression twisted into a gesture of pain when I finally sent my member deep into her belly, something that happened in a not-too-violent but firm movement, with which I completely entered her body, stealing a moan from her that preceded the moment when I stood still, closing my eyes, enjoying how tight the way she squeezed my penis was, giving me a pleasure I hadn't felt since I was young, when I deflowered my wife and delighted in the sound of the moans that marked the moment she became a woman, sounds that were very similar to those emitted by that girl, the same ones that were accompanied by rivers of tears that ran down her cheeks.

- How does it feel to see your daughter being fucked, Kevin? You must feel very lucky to see her being turned into a woman, right? - I heard the Devil's voice, between the laughter that emerged from his mouth, the same ones to which Carrie's mad laughter joined, creating an atmosphere that suddenly made me feel very angry, the same one that was fueled by the idea of not having the slightest control of what was happening and that incited me to move my hips with more force, which led me to start fucking that girl who was writhing under my body without worrying about her anymore, the same one who at that moment was moaning very hard, squeezing her eyes shut while my penis moved inside her, entering and leaving her vagina, forcing her to bring her hands to my arms, to cling to them with apprehension in what I perceived as an attempt to cushion the pain she felt, while I turned her into a woman in that violent way, slowly accelerating my rhythm, closing my eyes to let myself be captivated by the sensation that her tight vagina caused me, the morbidity that the The idea that I was the first man inside that girl, the first to penetrate her, the one she would never forget in her life, no matter how many thousands of men might be between her legs, an idea that led me to take her ankles and lift them, placing them both on one of my shoulders and then putting my weight on her legs, making her body bend in half, allowing me to achieve a total and much more pleasurable penetration, causing me to lose my temper and prudence, starting a swinging of hips that was wild, that made me shake the bed and see how her body moved to the rhythm of my thrusts, contemplating enraptured the way her breasts moved under that red shirt, making my hands suddenly lift that garment, leaving her breasts bare before my sight, bringing my hands to them to squeeze them, feeling immense pleasure when Allison's hands were placed on mine, squeezing them, caressing them at times, in an instant when The tone of her moans changed from pain to pleasure, and suddenly her gaze met mine again as she bit her lower lip, stifling her moans, showing that the pain had subsided, that she was giving herself over completely to pleasure.

The confidence that her reactions gave me and the certainty that that girl was enjoying it, was what made me lose control and the notion of where we were, which for a few minutes allowed me to forget about the fact that hundreds or maybe thousands of people were watching us, while I opened that girl's legs to put her in missionary position again, to lie on top of her and find her lips with mine, letting myself be carried away by the tenderness and inexperience with which she kissed me, without being very surprised when I felt my kisses reciprocated, experiencing the way her tongue moved following the movements of mine, enjoying the tight way her vagina caressed my member, the way her hips danced to the beat marked by mine and her hands embraced my neck, while her moans were lost in my mouth and the rhythm with which we fornicated accelerated more and more.

- Ahhh ! Ahhh ! - she moaned loudly when our mouths separated, while I delighted in the image of her eyes squeezed shut and the sound of her expressions of pleasure, which were amalgamated with that which was caused by the collision of my body against her butt, in the middle of a moment in which suddenly that girl began to shake with some violence, evidencing the arrival of an orgasm that ended up knocking down my resistance, which made me stick my entire cock in her tight pussy and cum in her belly, closing my fists on the mattress, feeling those contractions of my member when I expelled each jet of semen with which I filled the interior of that little girl, until there was nothing more to expel and then, for some reason that I still do not understand, my gaze went to the place where my daughter was, who was watching me with her eyes and mouth wide open, without moving, surprised, perhaps even in a state of shock at seeing what had just happened between her father and her friend, who for A certain one placed her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards her to kiss me one last time, sticking her tongue in my mouth, letting us both revel in those caresses until once again we heard the voice of the crazy woman who was directing the game.

- Wow! That was exciting! Looks like we have a potential whore among our virgins! What a way to give herself to her man! - she screamed euphoric, excited, hysterical, while she heard how the door to the room opened - Come on, Omar! Get out of there, honey! You've done very well, but the game must continue! - she ordered me, making me exchange one last look with that girl, before I stood up, soon getting a big surprise when I saw that little girl put her fingers in her pussy and then take them to her mouth, before she left that room and walked back to the game table, raising my gaze on the way to meet Kevin's enraged eyes, in the middle of that expression of anger that was aggravated by the reddened tone of which his face was already a victim, the same one that was accompanied by Carrie's laughter.

- Congratulations! - said the Devil laughing - Boy, you've given us quite a show! Tell me, what does it feel like to take the virginity of a whore like her? Because she obviously enjoyed it! Just look at how she swallows your cum! Holy crap ! I can't wait to fuck that little whore!

- Shut up, you moron! - Kevin shouted angrily, probably losing control after what I did to his daughter and all the stupid things the Devil was saying, who didn't say anything else and just limited himself to laughing at Kevin, while clenching his fists very tightly.

- Oh, my dear Kevin! I don't understand why you're so upset! Didn't you see how much your daughter enjoyed it? And I must say that Omar behaved like a gentleman, you should thank him for taking care of your princess, although I can't say that for the other girls the experience will be as pleasant, because, well, I don't know, but maybe Kevin would like to get even with Lucero for what you just did to his daughter, don't you think so, Omar? Or maybe one of the other two girls will fall into the Devil's hands and... Damn! My pussy is getting wet just thinking about what he's going to do to them! It makes me want to stick my fingers in it! - Carrie said, letting out a couple of moans afterwards, before breathing loudly until she managed to control herself once more - well, well, it's time to continue the game, so...

- Pray I don't win, asshole, because if I do, I'm going to fuck your daughter as hard as I can, I'm going to make you feel as miserable as you made me feel, damn it - Kevin said, looking me in the eyes with a lot of hatred, something that caused the Devil to laugh, made Carrie scream with excitement and made me look in my daughter's direction, finding once again that scared expression that took over her face, that made me doubt that I had made the right decision, that made me wonder how bad could it be to make love to her? Before my gaze drifted to Allison, reminding me of how good it felt to be inside her, her warmth, how tight that exchange of caresses between our sexes was, an idea that involuntarily made me look at Mandy and imagine what it would feel like to do it with her, a second before I came to my senses, my eyes widening in surprise at what was happening to me, the kind of things I was thinking about, becoming scared of my own intentions as I picked up the dice from the table and prepared for a new roll, feeling my member harden, wishing deep down to win the game again.