The man sitting two seats away from Barbara on the bus looked at her sleeping face, her full, slowly breathing breasts, her slightly parted thighs-and he rubbed his groin gently. When he sprang to hardness there, he thought to himself, hell they can't arrest you for looking ... and dreaming. But mmm, wouldn't that little stuff be nice on a cold winter night!
Barbara Winters stared out the window of the Greyhound bus, wondering if she would ever be happy again. The tall willowy blonde was still stunned by the rapidity with which her entire life had changed. Last month she had been bursting with happiness and youthful confidence in her future, but that had all changed two weeks ago when her parents had been killed instantly in an automobile accident less than a mile away from their California home. And now, instead of attending High School in Los Angeles, she was on her way to Iowa to live with her father's sister and family, who lived on a farm in a small country town in Iowa, with their two sons, Donald, and Bart. The troubled young girl had seen the Jacksons only four times in her life, and that had been on the rare occasions when she and her parents visited them on their farm.
Having always lived in the cosmopolitan city of Los Angeles, Barbara was a mature, relatively sophisticated teenager, knowledgeable about a lot of things, but still innocent about one of the most popular teenaged topics of conversation: sex! It wasn't that the cute blonde hadn't been exposed to sex in school, but her parents were thirty years older than she, and they had instilled in her the old fashioned ideals of a girl saving herself for a husband. They had given her so much love and understanding, enough that she believed their way was the right way, never questioning their philosophy.
Barbara had been so close to her mother and father that when they died, she had gone into a state of shock and then wanted to die with them. Neighbors had cared for her until she was well enough to travel, and now, the teenaged orphan was so lonely that she would have gone anywhere to be with someone who loved her.
The bus went under an underpass, and Barbara caught her reflection in the bus window. She stared almost blindly through tear-filled eyes at her slumped shoulders which added woebegone years to her youthful age. She was an extremely pretty girl, one who was unaware of her tall, graceful beauty ... a natural beauty that needed no props. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back in deep natural waves, and her deep blue eyes were clear and sparkling with an inner fire like precious diamonds. Her nose and mouth were perfectly matched to her sweetheart face, and her firmly upthrust breasts filled her tightly fitted sweater to bursting. Her tiny waist was just right for her 36-24-35 body. She remembered her father calling her his beautiful princess, and a shiver of unhappiness shook her entire body. Oh God! What in the world was she going to do on a farm? Nothing but hicks and corn fields! If her Aunt Lena's letters were any indication, she was no different from the rest of the farm belt people. Feeling the sobs of despair threatening to break through her calm reserve, she fought for control.
But, Barbara's thoughts kept beating inside her head as she tried to accept her fate and remember what her father's sister looked like. She hadn't seen her for five years, and the only thing she could bring to mind was her Aunt Lena's weary, work-lined face and her uncle's gruff voice and gray-striped bib overalls. She remembered Donald and Bart as being children, but they probably had changed just as much as her aunt had. Bart would be grown up now, and Donald was her age.
Still staring into the bus window, Barbara jerked her shoulders up straight, and thought angrily, I don't want to live on a dumb farm ... I don't want my aunt and uncle to be my parents ... I don't want to go to Iowa! I don't want to be adopted! But I don't have a choice! If I had stayed in Los Angeles, they would have sent me to a foster home. At least, I'll have someone who's a blood relative. But ... but ... I want my Mother and my Daddy! I want my Daddy!
Traveling by Greyhound bus was taking an awfully long time it seemed. She was bored by the inactivity, by the insufferable stops along the way, the curious older people who sat beside her and their constant chattering. No, Barbara was convinced that this bus and her final destination was not for her. She never wanted to ride another bus as long as she lived.
Slowly wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, the teenaged orphan realized that, for the first time ever, she had to worry about finances. Her father had always given her money when she asked for it, and she never thought about where he got it. The shock of finding out that her parents were broke was almost as much a shock to her as learning about their death. Now, she was completely dependent on her relatives until she was old enough to take care of herself.
Tired and finally drained of all emotions, Barbara closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Three hours later, she was awakened by the bus stopping in a small town called Wilkens, Nebraska. She stretched and yawned, then checked her watch to see the time, wondering how long she had slept. Then, she followed the other passengers into the bus station. It was exactly like all the other stops they had made on this tiresome trip. There was a small dirty-looking cafe with bare tables and a counter and rest rooms. The thought of food sickened her so she went directly to the ladies' room and brushed her teeth. She washed her face and combed her hair, then returned to the bus, anxious to get the ride over with. Again and again, she had to tear her thoughts away from her dead parents, forcing herself to stay calm and not panic.
Quickly, she took a map from her purse and looked for Wilkens. Then, her face lit up with a rare smile! It was only two hours away from Bennington, Iowa. Feeling as though the trip was almost over, Barbara settled back in her seat and closed her eyes again, but she did not sleep.
They didn't stop again until they arrived at the Bennington bus station, but it had been a long drive through flat farm land, and time had dragged in her anxiousness to see the end of this bus. After the driver opened the door, she gathered up her belongings and reluctantly, she moved toward the waiting room of the bus station, her eyes searching the room for a familiar face. She was nervous, apprehensive that no one would be there to meet her, and she felt the tears threatening to break through again. She gritted her teeth and stared at all the faces of the people waiting for passengers. She did not recognize anyone!
But just as she moved toward the ticket counter to ask them what she should do, she saw her Aunt Lena come through the swinging door. She recognized her plump, good natured face. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and her thickened, heavy-set body was the same as she remembered. Immediately, she was followed by Uncle Les in his bib overalls, and her two cousins. Her uncle was tall and swarthy, sun-bleached hair that matched his oldest sons, and his face was sunburned and leathery.
Bart was almost as tall as his father, and she would never have recognized him if he had been alone. His blond hair was modishly long and he had the muscular body of an athlete. He was handsome in his tight fitting Levi's, but he had a mean look about him. Donald was slender, dark brown hair like his mother, and about Barbara's height.
Momentarily, her aunt stared around the waiting room, then caught sight of the uncertain young blonde standing beside the ticket counter. They met in the center of the room, and Barbara heard her father's sister ask, "Barbara? Are you Barbara?"
"Yes, Aunt Lena."
"Oh you poor baby." The older woman began crying immediately as she took the girl in her arms and held her tight against her bosom.
"I'm fine, Aunt Lena ... I...." Barbara stammered, her own voice choking as she felt the tears filling her eyes again. "But I am tired."
"I bet you are." The older woman kept her arms around the girl while her husband and two sons greeted her.
"Good to see you, Barbara. Welcome to your new home," Les Jackson said, forcing a smile on his weather-beaten face. "I ... I ... I'm sorry about your Mama and Papa."
"I ... I...." Barbara tried to speak but the words stuck in her throat. Then, fighting for control, embarrassed by the tears, she smiled at her cousins in an effort to relax their strained features. "You've grown," she stated in an attempt to be casual.
"So have you," Bart grinned. "Boy! You sure have! You were just a knobby-knead, skinny little girl the last time I saw you. Now...." he lifted his eyebrows in appreciation.
"I was only ten years old."
"Wow! You are pretty now," Donald stammered, his young voice breaking.
"I remember you, Donnie. We used to play tricks on Bart because he wouldn't let us go with him." Barbara giggled for the first time in many days. "Remember the time we went up in the hay loft and poured water down on his head when he was all dressed up?"
"Yeah!" Donald blushed. "So do I," Bart snapped. "I thought you two were peeing on me."
"Bart! Shut your mouth! I'm ashamed of you talking that way in front of Barbara," Lena snapped at her oldest son as she took her niece's hand and led her out the door of the bus station.
A few minutes later, they had collected Barbara's luggage and put it in the station wagon parked at the curb. The girl sat in the front seat with her aunt and uncle, while the two boys got in the back. Barbara's eyes stared out at the many rows of green corn that seemed to go on and on forever. It certainly was different from California, but she had to admit that the fresh air was nice. She couldn't remember smelling sweet air like this for a long time.
Within ten minutes they were pulling into a dirt -lined driveway that led up to a tree-sheltered house. It looked like every picture of every mid-west farm house the girl had ever seen, complete with a screened-in porch with rocking chairs.
Uncle Les turned off the engine, and it was Donald who broke the silence by asking, "Here we are. Want me to show you your room, Barbara?"
"Yes ... I'm kind of tired!"
"We fixed it all up with girl stuff," the youth said, his face flushing with sudden embarrassment.
"He thought I was being silly, honey," Lena smiled. "I think he's changed his mind now that he's seen you."
"Bart and I will get your bags if you want to go on," Les said, grinning at his young son. He was remembering their family meeting to discuss Barbara's arrival, and Donald had been the most apprehensive. But now the younger boy seemed to be the most excited. He probably thought she'd be buck-toothed and ugly. Kids were so strange and unpredictable.
"Thanks, Uncle Les," she said as she got out of the car and followed Donald into the low rambling house.
"How did you like the bus ride?"
"It wasn't bad ... too long, but I saw lots of mountains."
"Wow! I'd like to ride a bus to California."
"I bet you wouldn't. I'm never riding one again. I'm stiff from sitting so long."
"Come this way," the young boy said as he led her down the hallway and stopped at a closed door.
"You got the room next to me."
"I'm glad."
"Me, too ... now!"
"Thanks. If I get lonely, can I come in and talk to you?"
"Sure can," he grinned.
"Where's Bart's room?"
"At the end of the hallway," Donald pointed. "That's our bathroom on the other side of my room. Yours is inside your room."
"Really? That's great."
"Mom said you needed your own so you wouldn't have to use one with us."
Barbara and her young cousin laughed together and their eyes locked in an instantaneous friendship. Barbara could feel his anxious pity for her, but she instinctively knew that he wanted to help her to be happy.
And, all things considered, she knew that was one thing she needed most in the world now.
CHAPTER TWO
Barbara had slept soundly for the first time since her parents had died, and she was only half-awake when she finally heard the loud urgent pounding on her bedroom door. Momentarily, she was disoriented as she opened her eyes and nervously stared around the strange room.
"Barbara ... Barbara! Hey, are you awake?" She recognized the youthful voice of her younger cousin and suddenly the memory of the bus ride came back to her. She remembered that she was in her aunt's house in Iowa.
"Yes, Donnie. I'm awake, what do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," Barbara said unashamedly sitting up in her nightgown, pulling her knees up to her chin.
"Hi," Donald said shyly, his voice breaking prematurely. "Want me to bring you some breakfast?"
"Hi," she replied, smiling at his changing voice and taking in his knee length, cut-off jeans. "I'm not hungry, but you don't have to wait on me. I'm used to doing things for myself."
"I know ... but ... I just want you to feel at home."
"What time is it?" she asked, yawning, unconscious of the fact that her pert little nipples were pressing against her nylon pajama tops as she stretched.
"It's just ten o'clock. You can stay in bed longer if you want to."
"I already slept too long."
"Mom said she checked on you last night and again this morning, and you hadn't moved all night. How are you feeling today, Barbara?"
"Oh, Donald," Barbara felt the memories flooding over her young body again, and the unwanted tears filled her eyes. "It is bad! I miss ... my mother and ... I ... I...."
The young boy felt his own eyes filling with tears of sympathy and was unhappy himself for being unable to tell her how sorry he was without upsetting her. He could imagine how it would be if he lost his parents, and he wanted er to understand. He fought his tears, and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Barbara, but my Mom and Dad are good to us. They'll love you just like us if you let them."
"I ... I know ... and I appreciate them giving me a home when they already have enough worries," she sniffed, controlling her tears. "I don't want to be any bother to them."
"Aw, Mom says that one more mouth won't make any difference, and besides, you don't eat enough to hurt," Donald said.
"Maybe I can help on the farm."
"Naw, it's man's work."
"I bet I can do anything you can ... if you show me," she said firmly, then grinned at his surprised face.
"Forget it! Maybe you can help Mom in the house. That's girl work." Donald wanted to please her, but she had to learn that on the farm women had their place.
"I used to help my Mother," she said, then bit her lower lips. She shuddered once, trying desperately to control her emotions.
"Don't worry, Barbara. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do," Donald soothed as he stepped closer and patted her shaking back. "We'll have fun together. There's a lot of interesting things on the farm."
"I ... I'm sorry!"
"Aw, you don't have to be sorry with me. I understand," Donald said uncomfortably.
When the distraught young girl kept her face covered, he suddenly blurted, "Dad put the bull in with old Bossy this morning. We can watch the cows mating." His face reddened immediately and he kicked himself for being such a dope.
"What?" she asked as she dropped her hands and stared at him, not sure that she heard right.
"You know! The bull makes calves."
"You mean ... look at ... see it ... I don't understand," she frowned in confusion, sure that he didn't mean watch the cows balling.
"Don't you know about babies?" Donald questioned, his eyes wide and staring.
"Sure ... but ... you mean that you watch them ... see them do it to each other?" Barbara choked, the words sticking in her throat. Sure, her mother had explained how babies were made and she had discussed such things with girls at school, but never boys! And now, he was telling her that he watched the bull balling the cows. Suddenly, she was confused and in an alien world where she was not sure how she should react. Her parents had taught her that intercourse was a private thing, but maybe if you lived on a farm it was different I Animals did breed anywhere they pleased-like the time two dogs were doing it in front of their house in Los Angeles and her dad had been forced to turn the hose on them to make them stop. When that had happened, the older man had made her go to her room while he got rid of the dogs. She had never resented his strictness, and didn't really care anything about sex ... but maybe she should. She had been pretty embarrassed in sex-education class, but she had laughed with her girl friends when they showed her books with pictures of the intimate parts of male and female bodies. Even when she had wanted to learn more, she never asked anyone about anything.
"Barbara ... Barbara...." Donald's voice brought her back to the present.
"I ... I'm sorry ... I was just thinking," she said and blushed at being caught with her forbidden thoughts. "It's okay. Well?"
"Well what?"
"Wanta come see the cows?"
"I ... I guess so! I never saw anything like that before. Is it okay with your mother?"
"She doesn't know that I watch ... I hide in the cow barn ... in a tool closet." Donald whispered conspiratorially. "That bull has the biggest pecker I ever saw!"
"Really ... what does it look like?" Barbara's eyes were wide and staring as she felt a deep inner excitement flushing her entire body. Donald didn't even act like he was embarrassed about it. She wondered if he was experienced at balling, but she sure wasn't going to ask him. Instinctively, she knew that if she asked him such things, she would lose face. She could al ways pretend that she knew what it was all about ... watch him and do what he did!
Barbara thought she would choke and she turned her eyes away to keep from showing her shocked eyes. Suddenly, she wanted to sleep all day, afraid to see what the animals would do. Still, she wanted to do what Donald expected of her. Nervously then, she blurted out, trying to hide her sudden excitement, "You'd better leave me alone if you want me to get dressed."
"Sure...." Donald said as he ran to the door of her bedroom. "But ... hurry ... we gotta get in the closet before they get started."
"All right ... it'll only take me two minutes," Barbara said with a confidence that she certainly did not feel. This alien world was not easy to adjust to! She hurriedly dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans and a sleeveless knit top. She never wore brassieres, unless she was dressing up, even though her father had not really liked it.
Donald's eyes bugged out when she opened the door, and he gasped, "Wow! You're really something."
"What do you mean?" she asked, blushing, pretty sure she knew what his whistle of admiration meant.
"You're so pretty that it hurts my eyes."
"I'm not either," she exclaimed coyly, but loving his praise.
"You are, too," the boy stammered, his youthful voice breaking in his anxious excitement. Shit, he thought to himself, her boobs are huge. They really turn me on! Her ass is nice too! Them cut-offs are so short I can almost see her pussy crack! Oh boy! Wait until Jack sees her! He'll go ape-shit!
"I ... I ... thank you ... I guess. I like you, too." Barbara smiled, then became serious. "I'm glad you like me and want to share things with me. I know it's not easy to have a girl around when you're not used to it, but I'll try to be just another one of the boys. I won't give you any trouble because I need your friendship."
"Don't you worry. I'm gonna take care of you, and nobody's gonna hurt you anymore."
Barbara stared at his honest face and knew that he meant it. She was lucky to have him, but she would have to do her share ... never embarrass him in front of his friends. She would follow his advice and do whatever he suggested ... for, after all, this was a strange new world for her. Donnie was a friend; she could trust him to lead her. Her California ideas wouldn't work here on the farm. And, come to think of it, what harm could there be in watching a couple of cows ball? It wasn't going to cost her virginity or anything!
"Come on! We gotta go," he said excitedly.
"Which way?"
"Follow me," he grinned and quietly walked down the hallway and through the living room.
They were just going out the door when Aunt Lena spotted them.
"Good morning, Barbara. How are you this morning?" the older woman called.
"I'm fine ... I really slept well," Barbara blushed and stammered as if she had been caught doing something wrong. Lena gazed from the embarrassed girl to her son. "Where are you going, Donald?"
"I'm gonna show her the farm," he lied.
"That's good. But I think Barbara had better eat something."
"I'm not hungry, Aunt Lena."
"Honey, you need to eat. You're too thin, the older woman said sympathetically. "You should try."
"Maybe later, but it would gag me now," the young blonde answered quickly, knowing that Donald was fidgeting beside her.
"All right ... but please try to eat something. I don't want you to get sick." Lena said maternally. She felt a deep sorry inside her not only for her dead brother, but for his young daughter who had been orphaned at such an impressive age. Her eyes were filling with tears and, to avoid upsetting the children, she turned and left the room, knowing that she had a job on her hands training Barbara the way her brother would have done.
The two anxious youths rushed out the door and ran across the yard. Barbara saw several cows in the pasture behind the barn, and momentarily stopped for a look. The sun was shining brightly and the air was crystal clear. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes closed in deep enjoyment.
"Like it here?" Donald asked.
"It's really neat."
"Lot's different from Los Angeles, huh?"
"Sure is."
"How do you stand that smog?" he asked as he opened the barn door and put his finger to his lips to caution her to be quiet. Then, they eased themselves through the door and he took her hand, leading her to a wooden door. She saw three cows in individual pens, but the one beside the wooden door had two cows in it. She studied them wondering which was the bull. Suddenly, Oh God, she knew! When she felt Donald pulling at her arm, she followed him like a sleep-walker.
When they were inside the tool closet and had both sat down on milking stools, he whispered in her ear, "Don't talk out loud because Dad might come in to check on them. Sometimes he even has to help them."
"Really?" she asked.
"Uh-huh! I'll hold the door open wide enough so we can see, but if I hear anyone coming, I'll close it and hold it shut."
"Okay," she whispered, her heart beating out of her chest.
"Goddamnit, look at that bastard go! He's already fucked the shit outta Bossy." Les Jackson snorted.
"Yeah," they heard Bart's voice answering "Who said he needed help to fuck?"
"If she don't have a calf this time, it won' be his fault," Donald's father chortled.
The two teenagers stared at each other, slightly grinning. Barbara heard what sounded like the two men moving the bull out of the pen. Then, their voices stopped and the barn was quiet except for the bull's mating call. Slowly, Donald opened the closet door and cautiously looked around, then closed it.
"We going to look some more?" Barbara asked, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. She tried to hide it by lowering her eyes. When she stared down at her feet, she caught a glimpse of Donald's hand rubbing his crotch, and she knew that it was being so close to her. She wished that she had stayed in bed instead of getting involved with him but she had certainly learned something! Her eyes slitted with lustful awe as she thought about how excited she was getting seeing Donald's erection.
"Barbara!"
She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her teenage cousin call her name. Quickly, she jerked her hand from between her tightly clenched thighs and guiltily answered, "What?"
"My pecker hurts!"
"I ... I...." she stammered, her face flushed a bright red.
"It's okay! You can tell me. Are you excited?"
"Well, to tell the truth ... I don't know. I feel something!"
"Does your pussy hurt?"
"A little bit!"
"My pecker is killing me. Feel how hard it is," Donald said, wanting her to rub it.
"Don ... I ... do you ... know what you're doing?" Oh God, she was acting like an idiot as she stood there stammering in embarrassment, but there was no doubt about her excitement.
"No...." the youth chortled. "But my cock will know what to do when it sees your pussy."
"How big is it?"
"Not even half as big as the bull's ... and his is as big as Dad's." Donald grinned. "Wanta see mine?"
"I ... I think so ... yes ... I'd like to," Barbara whispered, her lurid curiosity getting the best of her. "I never saw one before ... except in pictures."
"You haven't? I'll be darned!"
"Is that bad?'
"Naw! Not really! It's just that it sounds strange when I see Bart's and Dad's almost every day."
"You do? How?"
"Aw, when we're working in the field, we just piss anywhere we might be standing," he said as he stood up and confidently unfastened the front of his cut-off jeans.
"That's funny...." Barbara dimpled, then her face became serious as she watched Donald drop his shorts and stand in front of her completely naked. He was a whole lot smaller than the bull, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had been wondering how a woman could ever take a big thing like that! The mushroom-like head was red and angry looking and the shaft was long and hard. His testicles were small but they hung down like sacks filled with marshmallows. She wondered what they would feel like ... they looked so soft and cuddly. Her breathing became loud and strained, and she moaned low in her throat as she felt her vagina tingling with an unidentified warm excitement.
Donald watched his lovely cousin's face as she stared at his naked penis, instinctively knowing that she had told the truth about her innocence. Obviously, this was the first time she had ever seen a boy's pecker. But then, he had never seen a girl's pussy, either! Maybe if he asked her, she would show her cunt. But first, he wanted her to touch him with her hand and rub his aching pecker.
"Go ahead ... you can touch it ... see how it feels," he urged, aware of the uncertainty on her face.
"I ... should I?" she asked.
"Yes! I want you to."
"Okay," she said quietly, her hand reaching out and the trembling tips of her fingers barely touching the rubbery head of his erected penis. "It feels funny."
"Ohhh ... rub it ... it feels good to me!" Donald groaned as she took the warmly pulsating shaft in her palm and closed her fingers around it.
"So hard and smooth ... and hot...." she giggled, letting her rounded fingers move up and down over his pulsing cock. "It's so hard ... like plastic ... and it's beating like a heart!"
"It ... needs to be hard when you fuck" the youth stammered, his eyes flickering open and shut with the intensity of his excitement. "Aaaggghhhh! Rub it for me! Harder! It hurts like shit!"
"Like this?" she asked as she tightened her fingers around his long hard shaft and began stroking up and down.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... yes ... that feels good ... do it some more," Donald said as he stood in front of her and thrust his pulsating penis back and forth through her ovaled fingers.
Barbara stared at the strange rhythmic movements of her cousin's penis sliding back and forth through her tightly gripped fingers and felt her own excitement rising higher and higher. She could not understand why her vagina was so hot and wet, but, instinctively, she knew it was because he was a boy and she was a girl.
"Harder ... Barbara ... rub harder ... aaggghhhhhh ... oh yes ... like that ... harder ... oh," Donald moaned as his head began spinning from the force of his painfully throbbing cock. "It feels so good ... too good ... I think ... I'm gonna cum! Aaaaggghhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming!"
"Am I doing it right," she asked anxiously, squeezing his pulsating penis more tightly, frightened at his loud groans.
"Oh yes! Hold it tight ... I'm cumming .. Donald gasped as he rocked back and forth on his heels, his youthful penis rapidly convulsing beneath the caresses of her tightly rounded fingers.
Suddenly, Barbara saw sticky white liquid spurting from his swollen cockhead as his ejaculating penis spasmed. She could not believe that all that stuff had come from his penis. Her eyes glued to the wildly jerking shaft and, in a trance-like state, she held her hand still while he pumped out his virile load of semen. She had never thought about how the seed got inside a woman's womb, but she certainly never imagined that it would happen like this! It was like a diesel pump ... the force behind it like a battery powered pump. Awed by the revelation, her eyes popping out of her head, she stared at the river of cum flowing down over her hand now, and stammered, "Does . ... do you put that in a girl's vagina when you make love? Does it hurt?"
"Ummmmmmmm...." the youth mumbled as he collapsed down on the milking stool in front on the young girl. His head dropped to his hands and he sat motionless for a few seconds before answering. "No ... it doesn't hurt and yes ... if you don't wear rubbers it makes a girl pregnant."
"You mean she doesn't have a baby if you wear those things?"
"I don't know! I never fucked a girl."
Barbara's eyes were still on Donald's face, wondering why he looked so weak and sick. His hands were shaking, and he was sprawled on the stool like a bag of flour, but she was embarrassed to ask any more questions about sex.
"Are you all right, Donald?" she queried.
"Uh-huh ... why?"
"You look like it hurts ... you look like you're going to collapse."
"That's because when you cum it takes everything out of you," the teenage boy took a deep breath and continued, "I'm as weak as a kitten."
"Then why do you do it?" Barbara asked, unable to control her youthful innocence.
"Oh shit! You mean that you never played with yourself?"
"No ... I mean ... I didn't feel like that," she stammered, sorry that she had asked.
"Well, I sure have. I beat my meat every night," Donald suddenly chuckled. "Once you know what it feels like, you can't stop."
"Really?"
"Yes!" The blue-eyed youth said. "I tell you what ... tomorrow ... if you want ... I'll show you what it feels like."
"Why not now?" she asked, strangely excited by the unknown.
"No! I don't want to do it now. We been in here too long."
"Okay! Tomorrow ... but I'm not sure I can wait. But we won't fuck, okay?"
"No ... course not! I told you that I've never done that."
Barbara's face relaxed in relief and she followed the young boy out of the tool closet, past the contentedly chewing cow, quietly sneaking through the barn, and out the door into the bright sunshine, barely looking at the bull. Immediately, the excitement passed and she felt strangely calm.
"We better head for the corn field," Donald whispered as he turned away from her, running as fast as he could.
Barbara ran behind him and within seconds both teenagers had disappeared in the rows of tall green corn and with the quick change of mood universal to kids everywhere, were playing tag between the stalks.
CHAPTER THREE
Barbara awakened at dawn the next morning to the crowing of the rooster, but she immediately went back to sleep. The next time she woke up the sun was shining in her bedroom window and the birds were singing. She yawned and stretched, then looked at her watch. It was only nine o'clock, and she was used to sleeping until noon in Los Angeles during the summer. It must be the fresh air that made her wake up feeling bright and alert.
She let her thoughts wander and remembered yesterday morning in the cow bar and Donald showing her the animals. Of its own volition, her hand trailed down to her vaginal slit, using her fingers to trace her hair-rimmed pussy lips. She closed her eyes and relived the mating of the cows, and she wondered if the cow enjoyed it. Suddenly, she remembered Donald's hotly ejaculating penis and how good it felt when she was holding it in her hand. Abruptly her outstretched forefinger was sliding back and forth through her dampening cuntal slit. She had been fascinated by Donnie's spewing white cum as it pumped so vigorously from his bulbous cockhead, and now, she tried to envision her own climax. Would her vagina spew out liquid like his penis?
As her finger caressed her heated vaginal slit, she tried to analyze her feelings. The cows balling had made her want to touch herself down there ... instinctively knowing that it would feel better if she rubbed it. The one thing that she could not understand was why she had felt so excited. Then she thought about her cousin's orgasm. He had gasped the same way the bull had snorted when he was cumming. Did it always happen like that? Was it really as good as Donald had said?
The confused thoughts caused Barbara to become even more interested in learning about sex and she began rubbing harder across her tingling pussy flesh. But nothing happened except her excitement became more urgent! Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away from her widespread vagina, knowing that she had a lot to learn about sex ... even sex that did not include balling. Her cousin had told her that there were lots of things you could do without having intercourse, and the aroused teenager wanted to know what they were.
Wanting to rid herself of the boiling excitement down there between her long slender thighs, she stripped off her nightgown and rushed into the bathroom to take a long relaxing shower. As she stepped out of the shower, she saw the full length mirror on the bathroom door and, grinning to herself, stood in front of it to study her naked body. She watched herself as she dried the water off her proudly uplifted breast with a terry towel, and then dropped it to the floor. She reached up and cupped her surprisingly firm young breasts and turned around to get a full view of her nakedness. She began caressing her sensitive nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and forefingers, pinching them, and rolling them beneath her palms. She felt tingling sensation down inside confusion. There it was again! The same exciting feeling that she had felt in the closet ... and again when she rubbed Donald's penis.
Wondering if her pussy got hard like his penis, she reached down and used both hands to peel back her vaginal lips, exposing her hair-lined little opening. She saw a little column of inflamed flesh and guessed that it was her clitoris. But it looked so hard! Like a tiny penis! Giggling at the lewd thought, she used one hand to hold her pussy lips wide open and slid the middle finger of her other hand up and down the juicy slit, moving it back and forth from her vaginal hole to her glistening clitoral nub in exploratory caresses. When she put pressure on the little button of nerve-endings, she gasped in surprise. It felt as if a jolt of static electricity had hit her down there. Slowly, she experimented again, touching just the tip of her thumb to her heated flesh while she used her middle finger to probe inside her tightly clasping vaginal lips.
"Ohhhh...." Barbara moaned, pulling both hands away from her tingling feminine flesh. Her naked body trembled with a strange desire, and she had the same urge to rub it hard as she had felt in the tool closet. She had begun teasing her wetly tingling cunt again when, suddenly, she heard a knock at her bedroom door. Her hand dropped in guilt and she stared in the mirror, blushing with shame.
Unable to understand her newly acquired passion, Barbara shrugged in youthful innocence and, smiling to herself, opened the bathroom door and called out, "Yes?"
"Are you ready for breakfast?" Lena called.
"In a minute...." she said quickly. Then, she dressed in a clean pair of cut-offs and a loose shirt that had belonged to her father. She liked wearing the sloppy shirt because it was cool. Momentarily, she remembered how, once years ago, her father had teased her about it when he told her that she was so tiny in his shirt that all he could see was hands and knees. Sadly, she smiled, knowing that she could not cry forever! It would never bring them back. Now, she had Donald to love her.
Shrugging off the loneliness that she felt, she stepped through the house wondering if her cousin was waiting for her.
"Hi, honey," Lena Jackson said as her young niece entered the kitchen.
"Good morning," she smiled. "I'm still not very hungry. Can I have a glass of orange juice?"
"I don't have any, but I have good fresh milk."
"Okay...." Barbara stammered, not really used to milk. But she drank it and it tasted good.
"Now! That's better."
"Thanks, Aunt Lena," she answered. "Where's Donald?"
"I don't know where that boy is. He wanders around like an Indian. He sneaks up on me sometimes and scares me half to death."
"I'm going to look for him," she said as she got up and moved to the kitchen door.
"Look in the hay loft. He says it's a good place to meditate. I don't know where he gets words like that ... he means thinking."
"Where is the loft?"
"On the top floor of the barn."
A few moments later, Barbara left the house and hurried into the barn, calling, "Donald ... Donald?"
"Barbara ... here...." she heard him whispering.
"Up here ... in the loft."
The young girl lifted her eyes and looked up. She saw him standing in the open door to the hay loft, and then she stared at the thin pieces of wood that was nailed to the wooden two-by-fours that supported the loft, the boards serving as steps up to the second floor.
"Come on up. I wanna show you something."
"I ... I'm scared to climb up there."
"Just don't look down and you'll be all right," Donald soothed from the upper doorway.
"I ... I don't know," she stammered.
"Aw wait! I'll come down and show you how!" He scampered down, making it look easy.
"I'm sorry, Donald, but I never climbed up steps like that," she whined. "I don't want to be a bother ... why don't we go somewhere else."
"I'll show you how," he grinned confidently, then whispered in her ear, "We have more privacy up there."
"All right ... if you're sure I won't fall." She stared apprehensively up at the open doorway of the hay loft.
"Here ... put your hands on this one, and your feet on the bottom one," Donald explained. "Then as you move your hands up to the next one, you move your feet up to the next one also."
"Okay ... like this," Barbara said as she started to climb.
"Right ... I'll come right behind you and keep you from falling."
"Aren't ... you afraid?"
"Naw ... I been up there a million times! Ever since I was five years old."
"Have you ever fallen?"
"Naw!" he said proudly. "Come up, climb now."
Reluctantly, Barbara moved her hands from one rung to the other, while at the same time she lifted her feet to the next board. She felt her young cousin just below her, his head touching the bottom of her rounded buttocks. Suddenly, she felt like giggling as she envisioned the sight of her almost naked bottom pressed against his face. What if he looked up? She knew she had to stay serious if she wanted to climb without falling, and she erased the awkward scene from her mind.
Meanwhile, Donald felt his young cousin pause and he turned to look up at her. The very thing that Barbara had thought about came true! He found his face pressed against her curvaceous asscheeks and could smell the clean sweet scent of her soft satiny flesh. A powerful wave of lustful excitement shivered through his youthful body, and his penis began erecting. His mouth was watering and, surprisingly, he found himself wanting to kiss the back of her sleek thighs, to lick them. His fingers trembled on the wooden rung, and he closed his eyes to shut out the view. Then, Barbara began moving up the ladder and he followed, his head buzzing with excitement. Soon, he would see what her sweet-smelling cunt looked like. He wondered if her pussy hair would be the same golden color as her hair. He had never fucked a girl, but he wanted to shove his penis inside Barbara just like the bull had done to old Bossy! One day he would! Like Bart! He'd get some rubbers from someone, and then he'd fuck her.
All these thoughts whirled through his head as he climbed upward behind his teenage cousin, keeping his head as close to her rounded bottom as he could. Suddenly, he felt her struggling above him and he realized that she was at the top of the ladder.
"Help me ... push me up," the young girl mumbled, trying to get a hand on something inside the loft.
Holding on to the steps with one hand, Donald reached up with his other one and pressed his palm against her almost naked asscheeks, his outspread fingers pushing up under the leg-opening of her short pants. He felt his finger touching her hot vaginal slit and he trembled as he realized that she had nothing on under the cut-off jeans. She had one leg up on the top rung of the ladder while the other leg was still on the next one down. Her wide spread little cunt was wide open to his invading finger and he let it slide deeper up inside her wetly gaping pussy. He felt her thigh and pussy muscles tighten-either in resistance or encouragement.
"Grab the side of the door," he said as she stopped moving altogether.
"I'm trying," Barbara gasped as his probing finger pressed up into her most intimate flesh. She was embarrassed but, at the same time, it felt so good touching her down there. In Donald's effort to help her, she felt the tip of his finger wiggling against her clitoris, and she moaned helplessly as she jerked upward, forcing herself to crawl through the open door to the hay loft.
"Are you okay?" Donald called, putting his finger in front of his nose and sniffed. His eyes closed and a leering grin contorted his youthful face.
"I guess so, but I was scared to death," Barbara mumbled as she lay on the hay-littered floor, trying to hide her trembling excitement.
"Shit, I thought that you would fall."
"I was too scared to move," she stammered as she saw him climbing in the loft behind her.
"You will fall if you're afraid. You gotta stop being scared, or you'll never learn to live on a farm."
"I'm sorry, Donald. I'll try," she whispered, knowing that she had displeased him. Also, he had avoided saying anything about putting his fingers on her vagina. Maybe he had thought nothing of it. Being around animals had probably taught him to accept the parts of the body as being natural. Nervously, she added, "Everything is so strange to me."
"Aw, forget it. I didn't mean anything," the teenage boy grinned at her, then chuckled, "You sure did look funny hanging up there with your butt hanging out."
Momentarily, the young girl blushed with shame, but when she saw that he was teasing her, she got up from the floor and dimpled as she said, "I bet I did."
"Come on. I'll show you my hiding place."
She followed him to the corner of the loft and saw him climbing over bales of hay. She started to climb up on a bale of hay but he suddenly disappeared from sight. She stared all around but there was no sign of him anywhere.
"Donald ... Donald ... where are you ... I can't see you."
"Peek-a-boo!" He jumped at her. "You thought I had become invisible?"
"I thought you had fallen through a hole."
"It's my secret hiding place. I arranged the hay this morning so I could hide in there. See! It's not big but plenty of room for both of us."
"Really?"
"No one can find us even if they come looking for us."
Barbara climbed over the hay until she was standing beside him, and stared down at the hole where he had climbed through. Then, her cousin lifted a bale of hay and she slid through the hay into a hidden six by six foot square, completely void of anything except a blue and white blanket. After they were both inside, he shoved the bale back in place, and the hay blocked the entrance.
Barbara sat down beside him and asked, "How did you do it?"
"Aw ... it was easy."
"What do you do here all by yourself?"
"I meditate ... and beat my meat."
"Why do you do that?"
"I have a magazine that I stole from Bart. The pictures really turn me on." Donald grinned.
"Does he know you took it?"
"Naw! Even if he did, he'd be afraid to tell on me because he's not supposed to have them, either."
"Let me see one."
"No! They're not for girls."
"I won't tell anyone you showed it to me," she said, wondering what could be so important after what they had shared yesterday.
"It's about fucking."
"What...?" she gasped.
"You wanted to know. That's why I don't show them to you ... you'd be shocked."
"I've seen books like that before," Barbara said confidently. "We had sex education in California."
"You did?" he asked unbelieving.
"I had a girl friend that showed me one too."
"Okay ... but don't say I didn't warn you," Donald said as he reached under a bale of hay and pulled out a magazine with full color pictures of naked men and women.
Barbara stared at the open book and thought she would pass out with shock. The awful things that the man and woman were doing was so bad that she could hardly bear to look at it, and yet, she could not pull her eyes away from it. On the one page she saw a girl holding her pussy open with both hands-just as she had done this morning in front of the full length mirror. She could see the inner layers of the girl's vaginal slit, and there, up at the top, was the nub of her clitoris, punching out like a Brazil nut. God! It was big! She could see the pink flesh that surrounded the girl's vaginal opening, and the black curly pubic hair out-lined the wide open vagina. It was strangely exciting to her, and she forcefully pulled her eyes away, only to see the other page which was even more obscene.
Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and a guttural gasp escaped her tightened throat as she saw a naked woman sitting on a man's long hard penis ... almost as big as the bull's. Or so it looked like! The girl's pussy seemed to be too small for the huge shaft, and it was stretched so wide that it was only a thin red ridge of flesh circling the man's thick, blue-veined shaft. The man was lying on his back with his legs wide apart, and she could see his puckered rectal opening exposed to her view. Her youthful body trembled with unwanted and uncomprehending hunger and, suddenly unable to bear the obscenity, she store her eyes away from the pornographic pictures and stared at her young cousin.
Donald saw her look of utter disbelief, and he grinned at her as he said, "I told you so."
"I ... I ... you really like to look at things like that?" she asked, feeling her heated vagina throbbing with alien passion.
"Sure! It's exciting ... turns me on ... makes my pecker hard."
"Why do you want it to be hard? You said it hurts."
"Yeah, but then I imagine that girl sitting on it, and I cum," he said. "You gotta promise to keep it a secret, though. If my Mom ever found what I'm doing, she'd skin my hide."
"My mother told me that it was dirty to look at things like that."
"Yeah, I know, but I don't think it's dirty. It feels too good to be bad."
"Don't you believe what your mother says?" she asked in shock.
"Sure, but God made my pecker and I think He meant for me to use it. Why else would He make you and me different?"
"I ... I don't know. I never thought about it."
"Still want me to show you how it feels?" he asked anxiously, his youthful penis already hard and pulsating inside his tight cut-off jeans.
"I ... I guess so ... as long as you don't try to do that to me," she said, pointing to the lewd picture.
"First ... can I see your boobs?" he suddenly asked.
"How come?"
"I just want to look at em," he stammered.
"Okay," she said, smiling nervously as she unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall open.
Donald groaned as he saw her fleshy upthrust breasts. He reached out and touched her naked nipples and caressed her soft satiny mounds. Then, he gasped, "Oh shit, Barbara. They feel so good."
"They ... they do?" she stammered, her face red with embarrassment.
"Yes ... yes ... I like touching them," he sighed, then pinched one rubbery little nipple between this thumb and forefinger.
"Ohhh ... that hurts."
Donald laughed nervously and soon they were giggling together conspiratorialy while the young girl removed her shirt completely.
Teasingly, he picked up a sprig of hay and tickled her naked breasts, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, goose pimples rising on her smooth white flesh.
"Does it tickle," he asked, slowly lowering it to her naked thigh and letting the end of the sprig move up beneath the edge of her short pants.
"Noooooo ... don't do that."
"Did it tickle?" he asked again, swishing the hay across her melon-like breasts again.
"Uh-huh ... but it felt funny, too," Barbara was unsure of herself because the piece of hay had excited her when it touched her pussy.
"Take off your pants. It'll be easier for me to play with your cunt, and you can see what I do," he stammered, his confidence leaving him as the moment passed. He put the book back under the bale of hay and began removing his own cut-offs.
"Haven you ever seen a real girl's vagina?" she asked, her face flushing with shame at her sudden boldness.
"I ... well ... no," he spluttered as he slid his shorts down his youthful thighs and kicked them off his feet. His virile young cock sprang out and quivered against the flat of his belly. Suddenly, he was embarrassed in front of his cousin, and he could not understand it. He knew how to make her cum without fucking her! He had thought about it lots of times, but this was the first time he had actually taken his clothes off in front of a girl since he had grown up. He saw Barbara's thrusting face as she slid her denim shorts down her long slender thighs, exposing her golden pubic mound, and his eyes bugged out. Shit, his cock was so hard, and her pussy was so pretty that he wanted to stuff it in her belly and cum.
"What do I do now," she asked, trying to calm her pounding heart and act as casual as her cousin.
"I ... I want to get a good look at your cunt," he stammered. "I never got a close look before."
"I thought you knew what you were doing?"
"Sure ... I know all about that...."
"How?"
"Bart told me how to do it."
"He told you?"
"Yeah ... we discussed it."
"I don't want him to know what we're doing," she said with a frown. "You've got to promise you won't tell him."
"This is our secret, Barbara. Okay?"
"You don't think that this is wrong?"
"Naw! Everybody does it. I even heard my Mom and Dad doing it in their bedroom."
"No kidding?" she asked, unsure of what she was hearing. She had never heard her parents doing it!
"It's true! Now, lay back and spread your legs out wide," Donald said quickly, before he lost his weakening confidence.
"Like this," she asked hesitantly and leaned back on a bale of hay, slid her heels back against her naked buttocks, and spread her folded knees wide apart.
"Oh shit! It's so pink ... and pretty ... than those pictures," he moaned as he reached out with one hand and awkwardly touched the softly curling pussy hair, while staring hungrily down at the fleshy pink lips of her gaping little cunt. Drawn to the lust-provoking sight, he moved closer to her widespread thighs and timidly slid the tip of his outstretched middle finger through her velvety vaginal flesh. A low moan of passion escaped his throat and he gasped, "Can I put my face down there so I can see it up close?"
"What are you going to do then?" she asked, feeling the tingling warmth already rising up from her vaginal passage as his trembling fingers began moving over her most sensitive flesh.
"I'm gonna play with it ... like you did my pecker," Donald panted. "But first I want to look at it ... and smell it."
"Why?"
"I don't know ... that's what animals do."
"I ... I guess it's all right."
"Oh balls," the youth groaned as he lay down between her widespread thighs, his eyes only inches away from her beautiful, mouth-watering pussy. He felt his rock-hard cock pressing against the blanket-covered wooden floor and he gasped in anxious lust, "Smells like honey."
"Is it all right ... how does it look?"
"Oh boy! It's really something! So pink ... and little!"
"Yeah?" Barbara stammered, wondering what it would look like if she could see it from his angle.
"Damn," the boy groaned as he lifted his face and sat up. Then, unable to control his throbbing excitement, he knelt between her widespread legs, and slid his hands up the smooth surface of her inner thighs until the tips of his fingers touched her sparsely curling pussy hair. Instinctively, he used his middle finger to separate her wetly heated vaginal flesh. When he felt the quivering flesh under his palm, he gasped in undisguised interest, "Shit! Oh fuck! It's ... it's really something! I never thought a pussy would be so hot!"
His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her vaginal furrow. He trembled with eager excitement and his sperm-bloated testicles ached with the need to be emptied. Slowly, his courage grew until he felt the old confidence returning. Then, his caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own ecstatic lust building even higher.
Barbara felt the strange shivering sensations flooding through her almost naked body, and now, she wanted to continue. It might be wrong, but no one would ever know about it except her cousin. Besides, it felt too good to make him stop even if she wanted to. She felt the uncontrollable moans gurgling up from her throat, and her teenage cousin's stiffened finger began a gentle massage of her erected clitoris. The salacious thrill that flooded her widespread vagina was so powerful that she felt her naked hips lifting of their own accord.
Donald wormed his finger between the hotly clasping layers of her pussy and thrust it up inside her tight vaginal orifice. Then, he began a steady fucking motion, in and out of her tight little cunt while his thumb-folded beneath his palm-unknowingly pressed against her clitoris. He felt her suddenly lurch beneath his hand, and his own naked body reacted with painful lust.
"Oh shit, Barbara! You feel so good! It's so hot! You have the tightest little pussy! I don't think my pecker would even fit in it," he panted excitedly.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... Donnniiieeeeee ... it does feel good," she wailed as the stimulation completely unbalanced her mind. "Ohhhhh ... it feels so good!"
"Do you want some more?" He stopped and stared down at the excitedly gasping girl.
"Oh yes ... do it again...." she gurgled as her naked hips lifted up in open invitation.
"Rub your boobs while I play with your pussy."
Without hesitation, the young girl quickly used both hands to cup her nakedly straining breasts and began caressing them in rhythm to her cousin's finger thrusting in and out of her widened pussy slit. "Like this?" she asked.
"Yeah! Does it feel good?"
"Sure ... but ... not as good as down there."
Encouraged by her evident satisfaction, the youth began finger-fucking her in earnest. He slammed his outstretched finger back and forth, up and down, his palm slapping lewdly against her gaping cuntal flesh, creating ripples that danced and shimmered before his eyes.
"Ohhhhh ... oh ... oh...." Barbara moaned as she shivered with jolt after jolt of insane passion. Her runaway hands massaged her upthrust mounds while her fingers squeezed at the firm little nipples. She could feel the tingling sensations spreading out and downward, heating up her quivering vaginal flesh as her cousin salaciously massaged her pussy slit.
Donald's eyes were hypnotically glued to his thrusting finger as he sawed it in and out of her moistly pulsating cunt while, at the same time, he rubbed his own throbbing cock. It had never been this hard before, and it hurt like the devil. Instead of just making her cum, he was going to shoot his own wad! He had to! His balls felt like they were on fire.
Barbara saw her young cousin's lust-contorted face, and she wondered if hers looked the same way. She felt the wonderful excitement building up inside her vaginal sheath as his finger impaled her heated pussy, and she began a continuous moaning that seemed to come from somewhere else. She began rubbing her erected nipples with increased vigor while Donald salaciously fucked his middle finger back and forth through her moistly throbbing vagina.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... fuccckkkkkk...." he snorted. "Oh shit, Barbara. I'm gonna cum! I ... I can't help it! Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhh! I ... I'm cumming!"
Momentarily, she held perfectly still, staring at his convulsing body, his animal-like snorts sounded just like the bull when he spewed his cum in old Bossy. Then, she saw the spurting white liquid exploding from the tip of his spasming penis, and she wondered why caressing her vagina had excited him and made him cum. Am I gonna do that, too? she silently asked herself as she stared at his emptying shaft.
Then, with Donald's finger still buried inside her carnally excited vagina, she began an uncontrollable jerking of her widespread loins moaning, "Move your finger ... harder."
When she felt his fingers begin moving again, she started a frantic upward thrusting of her hips, her hotly throbbing vagina exciting her until she could hardly bear the intensity of her emotions.
"Oh goddamnit. You make me so excited that I want to cum again," Donald gasped, his penis swelling into another erection. Then, he began thrusting his rigid finger back and forth with renewed strength, adding another outstretched digit to the first one as he frictioned across her hard little clitoral nub. "Now, I'm gonna make you cum."
"Oh ... oh ... oh...." she moaned, using her hands on the floor to help pump her widely quivering vagina up and down on his stiffened finger. "It feels so good! Keep rubbing it! Don't stop!"
"Wow! I can still smell it ... I like it ... like perfume ... of roses...." he mumbled, his fingers sliding through the velvety flesh, frictioning across her sensitive clitoris on each inward stroke. "So tight ... so hot ... so...."
Barbara lifted her naked buttocks with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her pussy. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for that elusive satisfaction.
As the frictioning movement of his outstretched fingers increased the pressure on her pulsating clitoris, her clenched lips trembled, and he heard a blood-curdling sound erupting from her hoarsened throat. He felt her pussy begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax. The naive blonde started shivering all over as she lifted her clutching vagina up on his fingers and held it.
"I ... ohhhhhhhh ... aaaagggghhhhhh ... something ... Donnieeeeeeee ... it's ... I think ... Aaaagggghhhh ... Aaeeeiiiii...." Barbara felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming vagina, and the ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she felt herself writhing down against the rumpled blanket beneath her. The strange unknown feeling blacked out her youthful mind, and she wondered if she were dying. It felt as if she were being splintered into a million pieces, and, suddenly, her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.
Donald's eyes were wide and staring as his young cousin climaxed beneath the ministrations of his outstretched fingers. He could not believe the force of her cumming, nor the way her pussy spasmed and clutched his deeply spearing digit. She was still a writhing, blubbering mass of naked flesh as she slammed up and down between the blanket covered floor of the hay loft and his impaling fingers. He could feel her vaginal muscles trying to suck his whole hand deep inside her belly. Her gasping moans grew louder, and he groaned as he began cumming again. Then, as she trembled with the force of her shorted-out nerve en dings, she began to relax against the bale of hay, her face masked with a peaceful calm. Donald collapsed beside her, his youthful body trembling with his own satisfaction.
For several minutes Barbara lay back, trying to still her heart, her mind in a state of pleasurable ecstasy as she tried to speak but her voice was silent. With a shiver of delightful weakness, she let her mind wander, exploring every detail of the satisfaction that her teenaged cousin had given her. She had cum for the first time in her life, and the excruciating pleasure was even more powerful than she had anticipated. For the first time, she knew what sexual satisfaction really meant.
"Are you okay?" the youth asked.
"I ... I ... yes ... yes...." she mumbled, unable to explain how she felt.
Suddenly, they heard someone walking in the hay loft, only a few feet from where they lay hidden.
"Donald! Are you there? I know you're up here! Answer me, you little bastard," they heard the voice of his older brother.
Donald put his fingers to his lips and motioned her to be perfectly still. They heard Bart climbing up on the hay and cursing to himself. Knowing that they were in no position to get caught, Donnie was afraid to breathe, his eyes wide and staring.
Barbara felt the adrenaline rushing through her naked body and instinctively realized the danger of Bart finding them. She held her breath, careful that she did not give them away. Wide-eyed, the two young people stared at each other and finally heard the footsteps moving away. They heard Bart muttering angrily as he started down the ladder, "You little son of a bitch, I know you're here. I can even smell that little cunt you've got with you. I'll catch up with you one day and show you both how to fuck."
The youth stared at his teenage cousin with a frightened look on his face, still holding his finger to lips. He knew how his brother thought and, for five minutes, they continued to lie silently beneath the hay, afraid that Bart would sneak back into the hay loft and wait for them. Then, when his ears told him that the danger had completely passed, he whispered to Barbara, "You can put your clothes on now. He's gone."
"Are you sure?" she asked shakily.
"Yep! I can tell."
"Donald ... what did he mean when he said he could smell my cunt?"
"He was just yapping. That's all."
"Did he know we were up here?"
"Naw! He wanted us to think that he did. He probably saw us coming up here, and didn't see us leaving."
"Do you think he suspects what we were doing?"
"He suspects everything I do. Just because he's a fucker, he thinks I am."
"Do you talk like that around your mother?" she suddenly asked.
"Shit no! She'd wash my mouth out with soap."
"I never said anything like that before ... I was always embarrassed to say it."
"Sometimes it makes you feel better."
"I'd be scared somebody would hear me."
"I only say it around someone I trust," he chuckled. "Come on! We better get the fuck out of here while we can."
The two teenagers dressed and struggled out of the space beneath the hay, and slowly moved to the open door of the hay loft. They stared out to see if Bart was anywhere around, and then Donald whispered, "He's probably looking in the corn field. I think Mom sent him to find us."
"Is he gone? Really!"
"I think so. I'll go first and if he comes around, I'll tell him that I don't know where you are," the youth said quietly.
"I hope he doesn't see us."
"After I get down, I'll motion to you when you can come down, too."
"I ... I hope I don't fall."
"You won't ... you're a country girl now," he grinned as he quickly lowered himself down the steps. When he was standing on the ground, he whistled confidently and looked all around. When he was sure that no one was watching, he said, "Quick! Come on down!"
Barbara saw him motioning for her to hurry and, without thinking about the dangers, knowing that it would be worse if they got caught, she closed her eyes and felt her feet touch the wooden rungs. Then, she turned around and backed down the steps. When her feet touched the ground, she sighed with relief and gasped, "Whewwww! I did it!"
"Sure! I knew you could," Donald chuckled at her white face.
"It was nothing," she said proudly, trying to hide her shaking hands.
"Come on! We better get out of here," the youth urged as they started toward the house.
Suddenly behind him, they heard a loud guffaw and they both turned at the same time, face to face with Bart. Barbara almost jumped out of her skin, but Donald kept his cool, and said, "What the hell are you laughing about?"
"I knew you were in the goddamned hay loft with your pretty little cousin," Bart accused, his eyes crinkled in a leering smile.
"We were not I We were looking at the corn."
"Oh yeah? Then where did this come from ... and this...." the nineteen year old chortled as he picked a piece of hay out of Barbara's hair, and another one from the gaping front of her shirt. "I didn't know you got hay from a corn field."
"So what if were in the loft. I was just showing her how I meditate. We hid from you when we heard you coming," Donald said calmly.
Barbara was too shaken to speak, and she listened to the conversation between the two brothers, anxiously wanting to run away and hide. She did not like the knowing look on Bart's face, nor his lewd laughter.
"I bet you were meditating all right! Fucking is more like it! Right, Barbara?"
"Don't talk like that around her. I'm gonna tell Mom what you said," Donald shouted angrily.
"I was only kidding," Bart said quickly, and it was obvious he was not sure of himself as he wanted them to believe. "Go on Barbara. Lunch is ready. I want Donald to help me put the bull back in the pasture."
Momentarily, Barbara stared at her young cousin, but he smiled at her encouragingly. Then, before she could stop herself, her feet took flight and she ran to the house as fast as she could.
Donald started to follow, knowing his brother was lying. It was too soon to put the bull back in the pasture. Bart stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't run away! I just wanted to ask you how it was?"
"How what was?"
"You know ... her cunt!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Donald snapped, nervously trying to pull away from his older brother.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't fuck her?'
"I ... I..
"You had her all alone in the hay, and you didn't get a look at her sweet pussy?"
"Bart ... I ... I...."
"Uh-huh! You did fuck her!"
"Well ... you won't tell Mom will you?"
"Course not ... I can keep a secret, you little son of a gun." Bart chortled. "I can't believe my little brother is old enough to fuck."
"I just touched her," Donald said quietly.
"I bet! If that's all you did, I'm ashamed of you."
"Well ... I ... she ... she's a virgin."
"You mean she was."
"I ... I...."
"Listen to me, little brother. Never be ashamed of taking a cherry! Brag about it, because not everyone gets to fuck a virgin."
"Is it so different?"
"I don't know, I never had one!" Bart chuckled, and then put his arm around the younger boy's shoulders as they headed toward the house.
Donnie stopped and looked up at him, then took a deep breath and grinned, "Well ... I guess I was just lucky my first time, huh?"
"You fucked her ... and got a cherry?"
"Yep," the younger boy lied, then bragged. "She was pretty good stuff, too, considering it was only her first time."
CHAPTER FOUR
For over a week now, Bart Jackson had been unable to stop thinking about his lovely blonde cousin. From the moment he had first seen her full sensuous tits and curved little ass at the bus station, he had been in a constant state of excitement, wanting to fuck her. She had the body of a grown woman and she oozed with sex appeal. It had taken all his self control to fight the sexual urges he felt every time he got near her. He suspected that maybe she and Donald had been playing around, but he seriously doubted that they were fucking. Donald had just wanted him to think that he was a big shot, and that was why he had finally admitted that he had taken her cherry.
In the beginning, Barbara had been friendly to all of them, but ever since he had caught the two kids sneaking down the ladder from the hay loft and accused them, she had avoided him like the plague. Bart tried to tell her that he was sorry, but the angry blonde girl would not even talk to him. Last night at the dinner table when he had tried to ask her about Los Angeles, she looked at him as if she hated him. Afterwards, he had asked his mother what he could do to make Barbara feel more at home. Lena had explained to him that the child was still grieving over her parents and that it would take time.
But Bart didn't want to wait ... he had to get her flat on her back.
Now, as he got out of bed and dressed, Bart raked his mind for an excuse to be alone with her. Today was the day that Donald had to go to the dentist, and his mom and dad were going into the city to do some shopping. It would be nice if the sweet little bitch would stay at home! Maybe he could think of something!
Brightened by the prospects, Bart whistled as he hurried to the hallway. When he entered the kitchen, he saw that Barbara was already up and having breakfast.
"My ... my ... you're early this morning," he said, surprised.
"I'm going to the city with Aunt Lena and Uncle Les."
"Why? That won't be any fun for you.
Riverdale is nothing compared to Los Angeles, it's just a funky little town."
"He's right, honey," Lena said. "It is big compared to Bennington, and we have a lot more places to shop there, but you won't think it's anything special!"
"I don't want to stay here by myself," she said quietly.
"I'm not going," Bart smiled, and then saw her trembling hands. "Want to watch me break a horse?"
"I want her to come with me," Donald said, pouting.
"Don't be selfish, son," Les Jackson said, "Think about Barbara. Bart's right. She won't have any fun, and we can't entertain her."
"That's all right, Uncle Les. I don't mind. I'd like to go into town."
"Don't you think you'd have more fun seeing the horses?"
"I don't know ... the only ones I ever saw were at a rodeo Daddy took me to see."
"Those horses are really wild! None of them have been broken yet," Les grinned at the lovely girl. The older man figured she was just about the most exciting thing he had seen close-up, in a long time. He loved to watch her sashaying around the farm with her short pants on, showing off her little tight ass. Tearing his eyes away now from her bulging blouse, he added, "Bart has to see about them today.
We have some young colts and fillies to check on."
"Does he really ride wild horses?" she asked, unable to hide either her curiosity or growing excitement.
"Yes! Sure do," Bart chuckled. "They buck and snort, and try to throw me off, but I ride em anyway."
"You don't ever fall off?" she questioned, warming to his pleasant smile.
"Nope! I'm a real good bronc-rider. One of the best."
"He's lying," Donald said. "I saw him get bucked off a hundred times."
"Now, Donald. Don't be rude," Lena scolded. "Well, I have!"
"He is good, Barbara," her uncle added. "Breaks all our horses, even if it does take him longer with some." Les grinned at his oldest son and then chuckled, "The boy's got more spirit than the horses."
"You won't like it," Donald said as he turned toward Barbara, staring into her widened eyes, trying to warn her that she might get in trouble if she went along with Bart.
"I won't?" Barbara asked.
"Don't listen to him, Barbara," Lena smiled. "He's just jealous. He's had you all to himself for over a week now. I think he doesn't want to share you."
"Aw Mom!" the teenage boy said disgustedly.
"Would you like to go with Bart?" Les asked.
"I ... it would be more exciting than going to the city, but if you don't think I should ... "
"That wasn't what I was thinking. Actually, I believe it would be better for you to stay here. It'll be a long day, and Donald won't feel like going to the movies with you ... after he goes to the dentist."
Barbara stared at her young cousin, but he avoided her eyes. Momentarily she thought about what to do, and then her face lit with excitement as she remembered the fun of going to a rodeo with her father a long time ago. She had gotten so excited at the wild bronc riding and the steer breaking contests that she had jumped and shouted with joy. Besides, now that she thought about it, she certainly didn't look forward to walking all day in a hick Iowa city.
"I think I'd like to go with Bart, if you're sure it's okay," she said to her uncle, all thoughts of the other boy's lewd accusations vanishing with excitement.
"Good! You can pack a lunch for both of you, and take it along," her uncle answered.
"Is it all right with you, Donald?" she asked hesitantly.
'Sure! Why not? You don't want to go to the old dentist with me. It's gonna hurt like hell."
"Watch your tongue, young man," Lena said firmly.
Les Jackson pushed his chair back from the table and said, "Then it's all decided. We'll see you when we get back. Let's go, Ma, we got a busy day ahead of us."
Barbara went to the station wagon with her aunt and uncle and Donald, and waited until they were in the car and Uncle Les had started the engine. Then she moved to the back window where her cousin was sitting and said, "I wish you were coming with me."
"Me too! Don't get in the pasture with the horses. They might hurt you! And watch out for Bart," he yelled as they drove away.
Barbara frowned as she watched the station wagon until she couldn't see it any longer, then she turned and slowly moved back to the house to make a picnic lunch. Just as she was going back upstairs to change her clothes, she heard Bart calling her from the front room, "Hey Barbara. Are you ready?"
"In a minute! Im gonna put on a pair of jeans. My legs might get scratched in shorts," she said.
Bart stared at her polyester knit shorts and her unfettered breasts under the matching blouse, and his lewd excitement increased. Christ, if he let her go into the house to change, she might put on a brassiere and a pair of Levis with a built-in chastity belt. Quickly then, he said, "You don't need to change. You won't be anywhere but the pick-up, and the area around the corral is flat and clean." He took her firmly by the arm and led her to the pick-up, forcing his eyes away from her sensuously bouncing breasts and the movement of her ass cheeks under the tight blue shorts.
Fifteen minutes later, Barbara and Bart were driving down a country lane in the pickup truck. When they turned and cut across and open field, she asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm taking a short cut."
"But ... won't you get stuck?"
"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing," he said reassuringly. He kept turning to look at her beautiful body with the shorts so tight that he could almost see the narrow slit of her pussy. It was easy to tell that she had nothing on under the blouse, and he was almost convinced that she wasn't wearing panties either.
"How far is it?" she asked anxiously, bounding round in the truck like a puppet doll. "Kinda rough, huh?"
"Sure is! My head hit the top of the truck that time."
"See that fence over there?"
"Right there?" she asked, following his pointing finger.
"Yeah ... we're almost there." Her excitement began to build again as she saw the horses in the distance; they were drinking from a water trough. As they came closer to the corral, the teenaged girl was astounded to see so many horses in the outlying pasture. There must be at least ten! A couple of them had babies sucking at their mother's breasts. A stallion raced around, snorting as if he were protecting the mares from the half dozen colts who looked too young to be broken. She smiled in excited anticipation as Bart got out of the truck and took his lasso with him.
"You better stay in here until I get the big one in the training corral," he said masterfully. "Then, you can get out and watch me ride him."
"The big horse?"
"Sure! Why not?"
"He looks awful mean."
"I can handle him," he said confidently, lewdly gazing at her curvaceous body. Christ! He'd much rather ride her! She would probably be just as wild as the stallion. And, by God, he was going to try and find out for sure before the day ended.
Barbara watched him strut across the ground toward the pasture fence and then leap over it as though it were nothing. He put a sack of oats in a big trough and called to the horses in a strange sound that she had never heard before. Then, he took the lasso, made a loop, and quickly threw it over the stallion's neck and pulled in tight.
She saw the mares scatter, and the stallion tore at the ground with his hooves, lifting up on his rear legs in an effort to escape the rope. Bart held tight until the snorting horse quieted, gently talking to the handsome red horse. She listened to his soft urgings and wondered why she had ever feared her older cousin. If he was gentle with horses, he would be kind to people.
When Bart edged up to the stallion, Barbara started to get out of the truck, but stopped when she saw the big horse jerk in panic, pawing at the air, seemingly trying to stomp the man in the ground.
"Whoa! Whoa there boy! Easy now ... shhhhhh ... I won't hurt you," her older cousin soothed the frightened animal as he led him into the fenced corral. "I won't hurt you! Be easy! Whoa, boy! Whoa!"
Once horse and man were in the corral, Barbara ran to the fence and stared in at the beautiful red horse! He was so big ... and his coat was shining like gold. Bart threw a saddle blanket and a saddle over his back and strapped it down tightly. The reins and bit came next, causing the stallion to roll his eyes nervously and fight some more.
It was really odd she thought, how Bart had mastered the animal. Why the stallion was just standing there now, trembling and rolling his eyes as if he were afraid of the man. And Bart had done it! She stared in awe as her cousin swung up on the stallion's back with one swift jump.
Then, she gave a little scream as all hell broke loose. The angry animal bucked and jerked double, lifting all four feet off the ground, and snorting like a tiger caught in a trap. It was the most frightening thing she had ever seen, and she darted away backwards from the fence. The vicious movements of the big horse scared her out of her wits, and she didn't want to be close enough for him to bite her.
Bart was bounced and thrown about like a rag doll, but he held on as the horse continued to convulse. Then, only minutes later, he was riding the stallion around the corral in a steady trot, and the big horse seemed to be very calm as he began cantering in front of her.
"Is it that easy?" she asked, climbing up on the fence.
"Sure! Nothing to it."
"I really thought he might kill you at first, but you're a good rider, Bart."
"I really don't deserve that much credit," the older youth smiled. "I was only teasing you about him never having been ridden. It's just that he's been out to pasture for a long time, and he's always like this the first time."
"I believed you!"
"That's because you're a city girl," he chuckled. "A girl who has lived in the country all her life would have known better."
"I'll learn!"
"I'll check out the foals. Then we'll go down to the creek and have our lunch where it's cool."
"Can we wade?"
"Sure! We'll stay there all day if you want to," he said, unexpectedly hugging her against him. He felt the warmth of her young body resisting him momentarily, so he released her, even though his restless cock was stirring in anticipation.
Barbara stood at the fence and saw him gentling the mares as he walked amongst them with ease, patting each of them on the side and crooning to them. The cute teenager was fascinated by the healthy looking horses and-lost in a reverie of contentment-sat down on the ground, thankful that she had come with Bart today. Suddenly, the older boy was standing beside her, saying, "Are you ready?"
"Oh! Yes! I was daydreaming."
"About something good?"
"I was just thinking about how beautiful it is with all the things growing. I never really thought about it before I came here to live."
"That's what life is all about. Horses breed, foal, the babies grow up, then they breed again. It becomes a cycle of life. Plants grow, ripen, and we harvest. Then, we plant all over again. It's all the same with every form of living thing," he explained, a strange look of mystery etched on his face. But as she stared at his face, his expression changed subtlely, and he said, "Like people. My mom and dad make love and have me ... then I do the same thing with a woman and have children of my own."
"You're a very strange person, Bart. I didn't know that you thought about things like that."
"Why? Did you think I was a monster?"
"No! I just thought you had a mean streak," she dimpled. "You can be awful bad to Donald."
"I tease him a lot, but actually we're quite close. We used to talk a lot, but now he doesn't have time for me. He has you!"
"He's not very lucky with me."
"I think so," Bart said sweetly. "I wish I was your age."
"Really? I thought you didn't like me."
"Well I do ... too much. You turn me on!" the older youth said quietly, his eyes slitting in lust. "You're the prettiest little thing in Iowa."
"I'm not either," she said as she blushed.
Barbara let him lead her toward the truck, quietly studying his changing expressions. When they were seated in the truck, he asked, "Are you going to be happy living on a farm?"
"I don't know! I guess so. I don't really have a choice."
"I hope so. It's nice having you around to look at." He grinned and then changed the subject. "Let's go listen to the water. There's a spot in the creek where you can hear it gurgling over the rocks. It's so loud that you can imagine that you're listening to the rapids.
"Great! Let's go!" As they drove along, Bart started singing and she joined him, enjoying his company, all thought of fearing him had evaporated.
"Here we are," he said as he pulled the truck into a copse of trees, and stopped at the edge of the creek bank. "Can you hear the water?"
"Yes! I like it! Let's go wading."
"Okay ... we can take our clothes off."
"No ... I don't want to do that!"
"Why not? No one can see us."
"I've never taken my clothes off around boys. I don't want you to see me," she giggled, as she saw his funny expression.
"You're not really telling me the truth," he said as he got out of the truck. "What do you mean?" Barbara asked. "Come on! You know you took your clothes off with Donald," he chuckled.
"No," she gasped, wondering how he knew. "I don't care, Barbara. There's nothing wrong with it, but Donald told me that he fucked you in the hay loft."
"What? Why ... why he did not!"
"I don't care whether he did or not," Bart said casually-but he did not feel calm inside. "Do you mind if I take my pants off and just wear my shorts?"
"I ... I guess that's all right," Barbara stammered, feeling uncertain of herself. She certainly wasn't going to take her clothes off. She stared at Bart as he removed his shirt and Levi's and stood with only a pair of jockey shorts covering his muscular body. She could see the bulge in front of them and a tingling excitement rippled through her body as she remembered what Donald had said about his penis. Shyly, she took off her sandals and waded out into the water.
Suddenly, Bart jumped into the water and began swimming around, splashing water all over her. "Come on in! It's nice and cool."
"It's cold!" she gasped. "I'm shivering and I don't want to get my clothes wet."
"Okay, if you don't want to," the older youth said as he dived underneath the water and swam over to where she was standing, staying beneath the surface so she would not see him. When he was close enough, he grabbed her leg and pulled her into the water, clothes and all.
"Ohhh...." she came up spluttering, shaking the water out of her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that!"
"Be honest! Doesn't it feel good?"
Barbara stared at his smiling face and realized that it did feel good. Then, with a splash she dived into the water and swam across the creek, coming out on the other side. For fifteen minutes they played in the water, wrestling with each other until they were tired out.
Sanding on the bank across the creek from the car, Bart said, "I'm hungry. I'll race you to the other side."
"I'll beat you," she teased as she got ready to dive in.
"Wait a minute! We have to go at the same time now."
Then, he stared down at her wet clothes, molded to her curvaceous young body, and he felt his cock beginning to erect. Quickly, he said, "Let's go!"
Together they swam across the creek, Bart arriving on the other side only seconds before Barbara. Then, they stood side by side, their clothing sticking to their wet bodies.
"You better get your pants dry if you're going to ride in my truck," ' he teased as he stared down at her curvaceous body.
"I can't. I don't have anything to put on."
"Keep your panties on. They'll dry in the sun if we lie on the rocks for a little while."
"I ... I guess I could," Barbara stammered, staring at his wet jockey shorts. "I'd have on as much as you have."
"Right!"
Barbara turned her back to Bart, reached down and slid her tight-fitting polyester knit shorts down her slender thighs, and leaned over to remove them from her feet.
His heart began beating faster and he could feel the throbbing ache inside his balls as he saw her bent-over body. Her nylon panties were pressing into her anal crevice, and he could almost see her pussy. God! How he wanted to shove his cock inside her hot little cunt while she was still unsuspecting of his motives. Fighting his burning lust, he said hoarsely, "Let's lie on the rocks and dry off before we eat."
"Okay."
"Here ... let me hang your shorts on the truck," he grinned as he squeezed the water out of them, and then draped them over the door of the pick-up.
"Oh ... no!" Barbara gasped suddenly, holding her hands in front of her. "You can almost see through my panties."
"So what? They just look like a bikini swim suit," he said quickly, took her arm, and pulled her up on the rocks. "Now, doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes ... yes it does," she said as she lay down on her back and closed her eyes.
"I go skinny-dipping all the time ... with girls!" Bart responded as he lay down on his stomach to hide his erection.
Ten minutes later, their underwear was dry and her blouse was just damp. The sun was hot and Barbara felt her face burning.
"I gotta get in the shade," she signed. "Feels good but it's burning me."
"Let's eat," he grinned as he followed her to the truck. Barbara got in the passenger side while Bart sat under the steering wheel.
The teenage girl was relaxed and happy as she opened the lunch basket and took out sandwiches and lemonade.
Thirty minutes later, they had finished eating and the fresh air and exercise had made them both sleepy. When the trash was all packed in the basket and placed under the seat, she said, "I'm exhausted. Must be the sun."
"Me too!" Bart sighed. "Come here and lean back on my shoulder. Let's take a short nap."
Barbara saw him sliding across the seat until he was sitting beside her, his naked thigh pressed against hers. She let him pull her back against him, his arm encircling her blouse-covered shoulders. She wanted to resist his touch, but he seemed to be unaware of their half naked condition. Actually, she did not feel uncomfortable with him, even though she could see the outline of her pubic hair through her sheer panties.
"Close your eyes and let your mind go. You're almost asleep already."
The weary young girl closed her eyes and felt at peace with herself. Listening to the flowing creek, her head on her cousin's shoulder, her back pressed against his strong body, she fell into a relaxing sleep, uncaring that they were half naked.
The handsome blond youth faked sleep and then, as soon as she was breathing evenly, he opened his eyes and stared down into her innocent face. For several minutes, he watched her sleeping, but his lustful excitement began building to an uncontrollable high and he bowed his head, kissing her slightly parted lips.
He was surprised when she responded, moaning beneath his warm demanding lips. He knew that she had fallen asleep and supposed that she was dreaming, knowing that she would not consciously let him kiss her.
Quickly, his kiss became urgent and gasping. He slipped his left hand down the front of her naked belly, gently sliding his outstretched fingers beneath her bikini panties. He probed at her warm moist vaginal slit, gently caressing the soft flesh. Shit, he thought. I was about to go out of my gourd pretending that I couldn't even see her beautiful pussy!
When she moaned and began to move, he held his finger still, waiting for her to adjust to it, his lips still pressed against hers. When she seemed to be accepting his outstretched middle finger and her legs moved further apart, he began a slow thrusting movement, sliding it back and forth through the slippery wet heat of her cunt.
Barbara moaned in her sleep, dreaming that Donald was kissing her, bringing her to a climax just like he had done in the hay loft. Suddenly, she let her knees fall open, just like she had done in the hay, spreading her vaginal slit wide open. Hungrily, she kissed his lips, moaning with heated desire, her cuntal walls already soaked with tingling excitement.
Bart was just about to go out of his mind with lust as his finger slid back and forth through her heated vaginal slit. He stared down at the front of his bulging jockey shorts and saw the thick mushroomed head of his cock peering out of the gaping opening.
"Uhhhhhh...." Barbara groaned, her widespread vagina lifting tentatively upward, his pleasure-giving finger sliding back and forth through her tingling pussy slit as her dream grew more frantic.
Unable to wait any longer, he withdrew his outstretched finger from her innocent young vagina and moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Let me take your panties off."
In Barbara's sleep-drugged mind, she raised her hips up off the seat of the pick-up truck and Bart quickly slid her panties down past her fleshy curving buttocks before returning his lips to hers. Gently then, he slid the tiny strip of nylon down over her knees until the little nylon undergarment fell to the floor-board. Slowly, he removed his lips from hers again, and stared down at the promising ripeness of her body. Her lush young breasts pressed against her blouse, and her erect little nipples plainly indicated the height of her arousal. The soft mat of golden pubic hair covering her vaginal mound and the flatness of her tautened belly were visible to him.
Slowly, he lifted her blouse until his hot hungry mouth was on her naked breast and her tiny nipple between his nibbling teeth. Then, he returned his hand to her wetly heated cunt and ground the tip of his outstretched finger inside her tight little vaginal hole. When she let her knees fall apart again, and began moaning loudly, his strokes became more rapid.
Her body began vibrating and her eyes slowly opened.
"Yes ... oh, yes ... uhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh," she mumbled unconsciously. "Harder, Donald ... harder...."
"Anything you say, baby! Anything you say," Bart chuckled, his hot sucking mouth still on her sensitive breast.
"Bart! I thought you were Donald," she gasped, suddenly aware of her naked body. "What are you doing ... stop it ... stop it!" She struggled to get away from him, but she was pinned against his chest and the leather seat of the pick-up truck.
Her older cousin held her tight against his chest with one arm while he used the other to ravage her widespread cunt, ignoring her pleading words. He bit down on her tiny hardened nipple at the same time, and she yelped in pain and fright.
"Ohhhhhh ... that hurts ... don't do that ... let me go," the squirming teenager begged frantically pulling her thigh together to trap his spearing finger between her naked thighs "Where are my panties? What are you doing to me?"
"Not a goddamn thing that my kid brother hasn't already done," he snorted. "I'm just trying to finger-fuck your tight little cunt like you asked me to do."
"No ... I didn't ... I thought that you were...." she gasped.
"I already know that Donald fucked you," he said, lifting his head up and staring into her frightened eyes.
"He did not...."
"Then he finger-fucked you! I heard what you said," Bart rasped, viciously digging his finger up inside her wetly heated cuntal slit, trying to shove it all the way up into her tight little hole, but she tightened her thighs and held his hand still. "You should have heard what you said while you were still sleeping."
"Oh, please! Please let me go ... don't do that to me! I want to put my clothes on."
"No, I'm gonna fuck you ... I'm no different than my brother except I have a bigger cock! I can satisfy you better!"
"Ohhhhhh ... oh no, Bart. That hurts! Please ... you're hurting me," Barbara panted as his long outstretched finger dug into her sensitive vaginal flesh.
"Shit! I'm not doing anything to hurt you! Why don't you be quiet," Bart rasped. "Wait until I fuck you, and you'll really have something to yell about."
"No ... please ... you can't! I won't let you!"
"Oh yeah! Wanta bet?" Bart teased. "If you don't be still, I'll tell my Mom that I saw you and Donald in the hay loft, fucking!"
"But we weren't! She won't believe you!'
"Oh yes she will! She believes everything I tell her."
"Donald will tell her differently. I'll tell her that you raped me!" Barbara stammered, her eyes wide with fear. "She'll believe me, too. She knows that I am a virgin!"
"How would she know that?"
"I ... I...."
"You better be nice to me, or I'll shove my cock in your mouth," Bart snapped seriously, feeling his own lust throbbing in his long hard cock. "Besides, my Mom hates whores worse than anything in the world. She might even send you to juvie!"
Knowing that he was probably right about his mother, Barbara had wild thoughts of getting away from him and running across the fields, but where would she run? He would only catch up with her! Then he might really hurt her! If she just sat where she was and fought him, he might get tired of trying and leave her alone.
Suddenly, she felt him lift her blouse again, begin caressing her nakedly trembling breasts with the same hand that was holding her arm, and his powerful arms crushed her to him as his hot mouth came down once more in search of hers. He ground the outstretched finger, on the other hand, deep inside her pulsing vagina, and she struggled feebly for a panicky moment, knowing that she was already excited by his insistent caresses.
Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp, the warmth of his lips seemed to sear her own as tingling sensations rippled up her spine. Trapped between his hands and his kissing mouth, she moaned in desperation, realizing that he was much too strong for her to fight ... she had seen him handling the wild stallion ... she knew that he could do anything that he wanted to do. She was helpless! Then, her own unwanted excitement began building up inside her quivering body as he continued caressing and stroking her sensitive flesh, his fingers squeezing and pinching at her already erected nipples, and it was more than her sensible mind could accept. Her body was taking control and she was rapidly losing the desire to stop him. She tried to plead for him to show mercy, but the words stuck in her lust-tightened throat as he rolled her hardened nipples beneath the palm of his right hand. His outstretched middle finger massaged her wetly throbbing vagina and the heat of his breath blew against her breast as he moved his heated mouth down to lock on her reddened nipple. She moaned helplessly as he sucked her sensitive flesh inside his mouth, and her head began flailing as she felt the contagious excitement of his greedily sucking lips. Oh God! She knew that she could not sit here and let this horrible rape happen. She had to stop him before it was too late! Somehow and some way! She could not allow her body to respond to his caresses and give him the satisfaction of shaming her.
"Nooooo ... don't...." she wailed, her small fists pounding against his shoulders and head, using all her strength to push him away, but it was inadequate. "Let me go!"
"I was gonna be gentle with you, but now, I'm going to split you wide open," Bart snarled as his young cousin's fist connected with the back of his head. "Stop it, you bitch! You better stop it or I'll punch you out!"
"Nooooo ... no ... please ... nooo...." she moaned in growing fear as she saw him jerk his finger from her pussy and reach down to his jockey shorts, quickly pulling his thick rigid penis through the front opening. Her eyes glued to his massively pulsating shaft and her mouth fell open in shock. "It's too big ... I'm a virgin! You can't!"
"I always wanted to fuck a virgin, but I never could find one," he chortled. "Now that I have, I'm certainly going to rip it open. Virgins ought to be against the law!"
"No! I don't want you to do it ... I won't let you," she stammered helplessly. "I'm too small down there."
"It'll adjust to my cock ... after I pop your cherry," he grinned lewdly. "I'll make you feel so good that you'll be sneaking in my bed every night for a little fucking."
Barbara was so ashamed and so frightened that she could not speak. She felt his hands on her waist, and she was being lifted up and over his muscular thighs. Then, he shoved his knees between her kicking legs, forcing her trembling knees wide apart. Without pausing, he pushed her down into a kneeling position over his upthrust penis, her widespread vagina pressing against his swollen cockhead. He held her with one arm while he used his other hand to guide the thick rubbery head of his rigid cock up to the hair-lined portals of her virginal cunt.
Barbara tossed her head in horror, closing her eyes with a shudder, still pounding at his face with her insufficient fists. She felt the first searing contact of his pulsing maleness against the quivering edges of her involuntarily flowing vagina, and held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, shocked into sudden stillness over his lap. It was just as though she were a mouse being hypnotized by a snake, waiting for her death.
"Ohhhhhh ... dear God, help me," she gasped as she felt the first relentless pressure against the tiny elastic opening to her virginal pussy. "Don't hurt me! Please! No ... no ... No!"
Bart ignored her pathetic pleas, using both hands to hold her naked white buttocks in place, while he forced her tight little pussy downward, keeping the tip of his rock-hard cock against her tiny vaginal hole. Then, grimacing, he thrust upward off the leather seat!
"Aaagggghhhhh...." she cried out as the big mushroom-like tip of his penis slipped through her futilely resisting cunt-lips, sadistically stretching the tight resilient passage until she thought her thighs would split apart from the forceful pressure.
"Shit! It's goddamned tight!" Bart snorted, his arm muscles bulging out as he tried to force her reluctant pussy further down on the upstanding spike of his maleness.
"Bart! Please don't! It won't go in! It hurts so bad ... you're going to kill me," she wailed. "Please help me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you, and it won't hurt you ... not for long! It's just a little tight ... but I can stretch it...." the older youth snorted as his forehead beaded with drops of perspiration, his muscular strength forcing her struggling young body inexorably down, inch by tortuous inch, on his rigidly pulsing penis.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... noooooooo ... it hurts ... don't do it to me," Barbara stammered pathetically. Suddenly, she screamed at the top of her voice, and jerked her head back and forth in terror. She saw the evil violence in her cousin's face, his eyes bugging out, his teeth shining between his snarling lips, and she knew that he would do it even if he knew it was hurting. At that moment, she was sure that he was sadistically loving every second of her pain.
Bart stared down at her tight little pussy, stretched as wide as humanly possible, his thick blue-veined prick slowly disappearing up into the little hair-fringed opening of her virgin cunt. Then, his face contorted in a mask of raw lust and sadistic pleasure, and he could wait no longer.
"My prick is driving me crazy! I gotta fuck you ... now," he grunted as he forcefully pushed her nakedly squirming hips downward at the same time he thrust his huge pulsating penis upward into her helplessly impaled pussy, burying his long thick shaft all the way to the hilt up inside her heated flesh with vengeance. There was no stopping him now as his long hard cock filled her flat little belly, his heavy testicles pressing against her naked anal crevice.
"Aaaagggghhhh ... aaaggghhhhhh ... Aaaaeeeeeiiiiii...." she screamed in panic, her head spinning with the agony. She had never had anything bigger than Donald's finger inside her vagina, but now, Bart's massive penis had ripped her virginal pussy wide open. He had penetrated her vagina without mercy, and it felt as if he had torn her innermost flesh, ripping her hymen away as though it were a piece of cloth. The pain that filled her innocent young body felt like a million needles sticking in her belly, and she was sure that she would be murdered by his huge bull-like penis buried inside her throbbing vaginal passage.
Bart panted as he sat immobile, afraid to move for fear of having his cockhead bitten off by her incredibly tight vaginal muscles. With a guttural moan, he lifted her blouse again, and dropped his lips to her quivering breasts, sucking the soft flesh up in his mouth.
Soon, Barbara's head began clearing, but she, too, sat very still, knowing it would be agonizing to move. Momentarily, their labored breathing was the only sound in the pick-up truck, and Barbara could hear the gurgling sound of the creek as it flowed over the rocks. It was the same sound that she felt building up inside her impaled body. For a second, the innocent girl thought she was becoming accustomed to the thick pulsating presence of his rapacious cock. But then a searing pain began deep up in her widely stretched vagina as Bart flexed his huge shaft.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... it hurts! Don't move it!" she groaned breathlessly as she felt something sticky on her naked thigh. "No! Don't move! Noooooooo!"
"Don't worry! It's just your cherry breaking," Bart stammered, not quite as sure of himself as he sounded. He'd never had a virgin before. Christ, maybe he had broken something up inside her! As her tight cuntal flesh continued, squeezing his pulsating penis, his throat became dry and hoarse. Well, there was only one way to find out for sure. They were there to fuck ... and they might as well get on with it.
"Aagggg ... noooooooooo ... oooooooohhhhhhhhhh...." Barbara wailed as he slowly pulled his massive shaft outward until only the bulging tip was buried inside her vaginal sheath. "No ... don't do it anymore ... it hurts ... please let me go."
"Shit! Not after I've gone this far," Bart raved. "I'm gonna initiate this cunt!"
"Aaaggghhhhhh...." Barbara panted as her cousin slammed his long hard cock deep inside her quivering belly once more. "Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... noooo ... don't ... don't...." she whimpered as she fought with all her strength and energy to escape the debasing impalement. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push herself off his long hard cock, but it was useless. He merely held her down, his fingernails pressing into her fleshy buttocks, wedging her between his rampaging cock and his hands.
"Feeling better?" Bart asked as he moved his lips down to her shivering breasts again and clamped his wet mouth over one of her quivering little nipples as he began a steady fucking rhythm in and out of her rippling cuntal sheath.
"Ohhhhhh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she chanted. Now, the agony was beginning to fade as his movements widened her resisting passage with each stroke and her lubricant began to flow from her tortured vaginal wall. Her kneeling position made her legs ache, but even that was beginning to fade under the commanding presence of his hotly throbbing penis.
Gradually, her nakedly trembling body began to experience a strange, alien pleasure. Flames of carnal excitement were coursing through her veins, and she could no longer feel the tortured pain that had rent her body only a short while before. There was only an uncomfortable fullness up inside her belly now. Her vaginal juices began copiously flowing, lubricating her widely stretched cuntal flesh so it could accommodate his thick rigid shaft sawing in and out of her widespread thighs. It was a shock to learn that she had lost the urge to fight against the sadistic rape of her virginal vagina, and in spite of her repugnance, she was beginning to surrender to her older cousin. He was sitting beneath her impaled body, his rampaging penis buried up inside her tightly clutching cuntal sheath, and his mouth sucking at her trembling breast like a baby taking milk. The mere thought of her subjugated position sent chills of unwanted lust flowing through her submissively kneeling body. She stared down at the slow steady rhythm of Bart's long hard cock wetly skewering up into her widely stretched vagina and it was the lewdest, most exciting thing she had ever seen.
Of their own volition, her naked hips began twisting over his lap, and she began moaning incessantly as she lifted her weight up on her knees, experimenting with up and down movements until she had established a steady rhythmic bouncing that caused his rigid shaft to friction across her sensitive clitoris, eliciting the same tremendous excitement that she felt when Donald used his finger to bring her to climax. Faint mewling sounds bubbled up from her chest, her face contorted in passion, and a light film of perspiration coated her forehead as her long blonde hair swung back and forth across her lovely face.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... oh shit ... so good ... tight...." Bart groaned, the tightness of her vaginal muscles almost making him cum immediately. "Shit, Barbara! Oh Baby! I never felt a cunt like yours before ... never in my whole life!"
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... I ... more ... harder ... don't stop now...." the excited blonde stammered as she salaciously rode up and down on his stallion-cock
"Ride it, baby! Ride my prick!" He snorted, his face masked with a lewd grin. "I knew you were a fucking bitch!"
"Oh ... ohhhhhhhh ... do it to me ... ball me ... fuck me! Yes, fuck me," she gurgled with delight, her obscene words driving her to an even higher pitch of sexual consciousness. She felt her older cousin slip his hands beneath the naked curves of her buttocks, spreading her anal crevice until his fingertip was touching her tightly puckering rectum.
"Ohhhhhh ... nooooo...." she gasped as she tightened and loosened her buttock muscles, feeling her anal ring nibbling at his probing fingertip. Momentarily, she felt him caressing her openly exposed rectum, and then, he lifted both hands up to her thrusting buttocks and cupped them, his fingers gripping the softly curving flesh.
Subconsciously, she let him take control, lifting her fleshy ass-cheeks up high before jerking her vagina down harder on his thick pulsating penis, her fire-filled cunt spreading to receive his rod of lust-hardened flesh deep inside her secret flesh.
The discomfort had long since passed now to be replaced with a wanton pleasure that was rapidly taking control of her body and senses. Her leg muscles were working freely, moving without volition as she bounced up and down on his pulsating shaft in a race for satisfaction. She felt his mouth still on her fleshy upthrust breasts, moving from one to the other, and she closed her eyes as low moans of lewd delight rumbled in her throat. There was no longer any thought left in her mind except the delightful pleasure of being impaled by her older cousin's long hard cock.
Bart stroked his hardness up and down, in and out of her heated little pussy, suddenly thrusting with longer, harder strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tightly sucking vagina on the outward movement, and then plunging upward into her gaping pussy until he felt her widespread anal crevice was pressing into his sperm-bloated balls again. With a guttural moan, he lowered his right hand, and his fingertips traced down the tightened flesh of her ass cheeks until he found the small puckering mouth of her moistened rectum cradled below.
Once more, Barbara experienced a shortness of breath as he penetrated her rectal opening with one sadistic thrust, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding to his assault.
"Ohhhhhh ... nooooo ... don't ... that hurts...." Barbara moaned, but deep inside she felt only a masochistic pleasure. Her anal muscles nibbled and sucked at his outstretched finger as if to pull it deep inside her bowels. "Aaaggghhhhhh ... ooohhhhhhhh! Yessssss! Do it! Do it to me!"
Bart listened to her gurgling moans and thrust his finger even harder up into her tight anal opening. He worked it around inside, stretching the hot rubbery softness wider and wider as he sawed in and out of her tightly resisting anus.
Barbara felt a second finger making its way up into her impaled bottom, and the lewd groans of obscene pleasure coming from her chest changed into whimpers of severe pain, slowly subsiding as her virginal rectum adjusted to the unnatural penetration.
The naked teenager's whimpers soon ceased and moans of delight erupted from her hoarsened throat. Bart smiled in satisfaction with his mouth still glued to her nipple, as his long hard cock increased its tempo in and out of her heated cuntal sheath. When he felt her begin shamelessly grinding her buttocks back onto his fingers, he methodically explored inside the warm spongy orifice, sending new and stronger sensations of delight throughout her body.
Barbara was hopelessly impaled between his pulsating penis deep inside her quivering vagina and his fingers shoved up inside her tightly clutching rectum. The thought made her squeal with lewd pleasure, and she began a faster twisting motion that rocked her back and forth, wantonly riding up and down on both his long hard cock and his rigid fingers.
His mouth became more frantic on her already reddened nipples as he brought his free hand around to where his penis was sliding in and out of her tightly bouncing pussy. She felt him fondling the soft hair-lined lips milking at his massive shaft, and she shivered all over with obscene ecstasy. He continued caressing them until her widening pussy seemed to gape in hungry desire, swallowing the entire length of his hotly throbbing cock as he plunged upward into the very core of her being.
"Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... oh yes ... more ... harder ... more...." Barbara moaned continuously now, her entire body wracked with the need to be satisfied. Her vagina was on fire and her anus was shivering with the intensity of her ecstatic excitement.
Suddenly, Bart quickened his thrusts, hot and deep, and the tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to thrash above him. Then, she felt him rip his fingers from her anus with a wet slurping sound, their loss completely disconcerting. But seconds later he was pressing his hands under her buttocks again, pushing her bodily up and down hard against his spearing cock with pile-driving thrusts as he sadistically reamed out her innocent young vagina.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhh," she chanted, the insane passion drove her mind into oblivion.
Again. Bart intensified his fucking rhythm, grinding hard and deep, his long hot penis boring up into the hidden recesses of the young girl's womb. His own lust was driving him crazy with the need to cum, but she didn't seem to be anywhere near cumming. He knew he was going to blow his cool and cum before she did, unless he could force her to orgasm. He began a deeper convulsive thrusting but it only made his balls ache more.
Barbara was a mass of ecstatic heat, and her vagina blazed with delight, overpowering all other thought except the magnificent shaft buried up inside her boiling belly. She was only vaguely aware of his hand running over her buttocks like searing tongues of fire, his mouth ... his hot frictioning penis! This was it! This was the ultimate in love! This was what she had been saving for her husband! It was worth all the waiting! And then, suddenly, she heard his choking voice and felt his long hard cock swelling even larger and heating up to a flaming high. The pleasure was more than she could stand and her nerve-endings began shooting out in a shower of fiery sparks. She was almost there! Reaching for it, grabbing at it in a screaming blaze of glory when Bart stopped moving!
"Aaaggghhhhh ... Aaaaggghhhhhh ... oh shit ... I can't wait ... I'm cummmmiiinnngggg! Goddamnit you tight little bitch, I'm cumming!" Bart snorted like an animal, shoving his wildly ejaculating cock deep up inside her belly. His thick gushing sperm spewed far up inside her still pulsating vagina until she was filled to overflowing, and a wet pool of blissful passion boiled down her naked thighs.
"No ... don't stop ... keep doing it ... harder...." Barbara writhed above him, trying to bounce up and down on his already wilting penis. "Noooooooo!"
"Shit! I couldn't help it!" Bart mumbled, embarrassed by his lack of control. "You made me do it! That hot little cunt of yours was too much! Give me a second and I'll finish you off."
Slowly, he pulled out of her, his deflated penis slipping downward from her pussy with a lewd, wet noise, and he leaned back on the truck seat, his breath rasping from his throat.
Shivering with a combination of frustrated passion and sudden disgust with her shameful behavior, Barbara lifted herself up off Bart's lap and wearily moved to the seat beside him. Her body was beaten, bruised ... and, even worse, unsatisfied! She had disgraced herself by responding to his vicious rape, and still her body craved more. Then, the temporarily forgotten humiliation returned, flooding her tortured mind as she stared at her cum-smeared thighs, and felt the dull ache in her no longer virginal cunt. She dropped her eyes in shame and saw her cousin's flaccid penis lying in a lump on top of his jockey shorts. She shivered in disgust. It was suddenly more than she could stand!
A guttural cry of rage and horror tore from her clenched lips, and she jerked the car door open. Without hesitation, she jumped down to the ground and ran to the creek, wading into the cleansing water, letting it wash away the degrading semen. Tears began flowing down her face, and she silently berated herself for losing her virginity. It might not be so important to her later, when this horrible nightmare was over ... but now it was almost too much to bear. She should have made him let her go, and besides all that, she should not have responded to the disgraceful rape!
"You almost fucked me to death, baby!" She heard Bart chuckle, and she turned to see him nakedly standing beside the creek, grinning down at her. Suddenly, she wished that she could kill him. Without thinking, she reached down into the sand at the bottom of the creek and picked up a fist sized stone. Then, she hurled it at him, and shouted, "You dirty bastard! I'm going to tell Aunt Lena what you did to me."
Still grinning, Bart caught the stone just in time to keep it from smashing his face, and chortled. "Then I better take you home so you can tell on me."
Venting her rage, Barbara swam to the edge of the creek, leaped up out of the water, her hands clawing him like a wild cat, "You filthy dirty rapist! You dirty animal!"
He caught her hands but not before she raked her fingernails across his face, leaving ten deep scratches. His face a mask of terrorizing rage, he shoved her back into the water and reached up to his bleeding face.
"You bitch! I oughta kill you!" he snarled as he watched her run from the creek toward the truck. He stared at her as she grabbed her shorts from the cab and quickly put them on.
He continued watching her, bathing his: scratched face with the cool water, but when he saw her running across the field away from him, he jumped up and ran to the pick-up, his wounds forgotten. The stupid little bitch. She might get lost ... or hurt!
He backed the truck away from the creek, and drove across the field toward her, angrily cursing himself for bringing her so far away from the house. He should have fucked her right in her own bed!
When Barbara looked back and saw him coming in the truck, she ran toward the road as fast as she could, never wanting to be near him again, her tired legs almost giving out on her. When she saw another car coming down the road, a spurt of renewed energy gave her the strength to run faster. Suddenly, Bart drove up beside her and said, "Get in, you little bitch!"
"Leave me alone!"
"Goddamnit, get in," he snarled. "Somebody's coming."
Still, she ignored him and kept running. When the car came closer and she recognized her uncle's station wagon, she shouted for help, "Uncle Les! Uncle Les! He hurt me!"
When Bart saw his father stopping, he pulled to the side of the road, both men getting out at the same time.
"What's wrong, Barbara?" Les Jackson asked.
"Uncle Les ... help me ... he ... I ... he hurt...." Barbara stammered and then fainted.
"What's wrong with her, Bart?" he asked, as he caught the young girl.
"Nothing, Dad. She got scared, that's all," Bart grinned, trying to hide his guilty eyes.
"You better tell me what happened, son," the older man said wearily as he gently placed Barbara on the front seat of the station wagon, fanning her face to bring her around.
"Nothing happened!"
"I know that you're lying!" he snapped. "What did she mean by saying that you hurt her?"
"I don't know! She just got scared. That's all."
"Why is her shirt wet?"
"We went to the creek for a picnic and she fell in. It scared her."
"If you touched the girl, I'll beat you good. Why isn't her shorts wet?" Les asked, suddenly seeing that they were completely dry.
"Uh ... uh ... how should I know!"
"You'd better know! I think you tried to rape her."
"I wouldn't do a thing like that!"
"You'd better not!"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"Yes! And something doesn't ring true about this."
"I swear it's the truth," Bart insisted, unable to look at his father in the eyes.
"She acted like she was scared of you."
"She thought that I pushed her into the water."
"I think you did, but I still think that you tried to rape her."
"Well ... what if I did? I was only teasing! I got better sense than to fool around with a virgin."
"How do you know she's a virgin?"
"I ... I ... I just assumed that she would be," Bart stammered guiltily. "I wouldn't hurt her!"
"I hope so! I sure hope so," Les Jackson sighed. Deep in his heart he sensed that his oldest son was lying, but he didn't want to believe that a boy of his could do such a cruel thing to an orphan. Suddenly, Barbara's eyes began opening. When he saw her coming around, he said wearily, "You'd better get out of here. Go on! I don't want her to see you until I talk to her."
"Aw, Dad! I ... I ... didn't...."
"Get the hell out of here, goddamnit," the older man shouted, his angry eyes spitting fire.
And Bart went!
CHAPTER FIVE
Three days later, Lena Jackson sat at the breakfast table with her husband and two sons, discussing the day ahead.
"I have to go into Bennington today for the Ladies Circle," she said. "I'll probably be there all day since we're quilting Granny Mason a new quilt."
"Okay! I don't need you for anything today," her husband answered. "We'll just eat leftovers for lunch."
"You don't mind?" she asked.
"Of course not," he leaned down and kissed her neck. "You just take all the time you need."
"Will you need the station wagon?"
"Yeah, I will later. I need to take the milk to the dairy," he said, thoughtfully pulling his chin. "But everything will work out fine. Bart and Donald can drive you in, deliver the milk, come back and help me with the fence repair. Then, they can go back and get you this evening."
"I guess that would work out all right ... we're meeting at Ollies house."
"I don't want to go," Donald said. "Can't Bart go by himself?"
"No! I want you to go help him so you can hurry back," Les said authoritatively. "I can't mend the fence by myself."
"Who do you think you are, you little brat?" Bart asked angrily. "You haven't done a single thing since the princess arrived. Who do you think you are? The crown prince?"
"All right, boys. Stop fussing," Lena said as she got up to wash the breakfast dishes.
"Can I wake Barbara and let her come with us?" the young boy asked.
"No! Leave her alone! Let her sleep," Lena said quietly. "It'll do her good. I'm worried about her. Something is wrong."
Fifteen minutes later, Les stood in the front yard, watching his wife and sons until they were completely out of sight. Then, he started across the yard to get the pick-up truck, but suddenly he stopped. He was all alone with his niece! Maybe they could have a heart-to-heart talk; she had been almost incoherent the other day out by the corrals.
To Les, the entire thing was worrisome. Too, as much as he hated to admit it, he was curious. Bart still insisted that he had not fucked her, but she was still frightened of him, and she had insisted that her cousin had raped her. That day, she had begged him to believe her! But Bart had been just as adamant that he had not touched her. Now, the girl stayed in her room most of the time, and his wife told him that she wasn't feeling well. Lena seemed to think that she was lonely for her parents, but he was sure that there was more to it than that. Donald was the only person she wanted to talk to, and she never ate breakfast with them.
Then, knowing that if he was going to do anything about learning the truth, checking it out for himself, this was the day to do it. He might have to use drastic measures, but the truth would be worth it. He would even be able to tell if she was a virgin by using his finger. He took one last look down the country road and hurried into the house. He didn't kid himself; he knew one of the main reasons he wanted to find out the truth was because Barbara had driven him up the walls ever since she came here. Running around with her butt hanging out, she was asking for trouble. She excited him, and that was the truth! He had fucked his wife more since the sweet little bitch came to live with them than he had in the past fifteen years! She really turned him on with her boobs hanging out ... no brassiere! Yeah, she was asking for trouble! Then, a lewd grin split his face as he thought, "My son is just a chip off the old block!"
He tiptoed down the hallway and quietly opened her bedroom door. Sure that she was still asleep, he sneaked into the bedroom, leaving the door cracked so he could get out in a hurry, and silently crept up to the side of the bed. Hardly breathing, he lifted the bed covers and slowly eased them down to the foot of the bed. The young blonde was sleeping on her back, one knee slightly crooked, her entire hair-rimmed vaginal mound exposed to his burning eyes. He felt the spit boil up in his throat. He never had kissed a cunt before in his life, but he had always wanted to. Now here was one just begging to be kissed! And she couldn't do a goddamned thing about it! Shit, he thought, I never saw anything so pretty in my whole life. He choked back his moan of anxious need, and silently knelt beside the bed, facing her golden pussy curls.
He knew that he would be in serious trouble if he even got caught in her room, but he couldn't help himself! Careful not to wake her, he climbed up on the bed, knelt beside her bent leg and used both hands to spread her glistening pink vaginal lips apart, exposing her tiny cuntal hole. Then, unable to control his lustful urges, he lowered his long rigid tongue and slit it through her sweet cuntal slit, softly spreading the warm pink flesh.
"Uhhhhhh ... Barbara moaned, moving her legs wide apart, giving him complete access to her already moistening vaginal slit.
He felt his long thick cock coming to life inside his loosely fitting overalls, and unconsciously moved up closer to her warmly perfumed flesh. He could still remember the feel of her ripe young body when she passed out by the corrals and he had put her in the station wagon; that day he had caressed her soft breasts before she regained consciousness. And he had been getting ready to finger her cunt when she came to. It had been the most exciting sensation that he had felt for a long time.
Kneeling down between her long slender thighs, afraid to move, Les kept his fingers against her pussy lips, his tongue poised just above her gaping pink slit. Seconds later, she became still again, her eyes still closed in sleep, and his mouth dropped to her hair-lined pussy again, slippery now with drops of honeyed moisture seeping from the depths of her vaginal flesh. He speared his outstretched tongue deep inside her heated vaginal hole, and she groaned in her sleep as if she were having another dream. He continued the oral ravishment of her mouth-watering little pussy, his entire, body quivering with obscene hunger for the fulfillment of the throbbing ache inside his balls.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhhhh...." Barbara! moaned in her sleep, just on the edge of awakening, dreaming that it was her young cousin again, using his finger to bring her to climax. It was so wonderful! Not Bart, though! He had hurt her ... and she hadn't cum like she had when Donnie had finger-fucked her.
Just at that moment, Les buried his face in her heated pussy, licking his long probing tongue the full length of her desire-wetted cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of her tight little hole, and then frictioning across her hardened little clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... agggghhhhhh...." Barbara gurgled, lifting her nakedly jerking buttocks, then pressing them downward into the mattress in an effort to relieve the intense pleasure down there between her widespread thighs. Suddenly, she could feel a hot air blowing against her burning cuntal flesh, and her eyelids began fluttering in ecstasy as he drew his pleasurable tongue intently upward through her gaping wet furrow. Then, she shivered awake and it wasn't a dream at all! It was really happening! But it didn't feel like Donald's finger! No! It was something all wiggly ... and softer!
Still groggy with sleep, she lifted up on her elbows and stared down at the top of her uncle's head!
"Uncle Les," she gasped. "What are you doing?"
A scream erupted from her wide-open mouth, and she began sliding upward on the bed, trying to get away from his mouth that was glued to her widespread vagina.
"Oh no! Don't lick me there!"
"Why not," he grinned up at her. "You love it!"
"Ohhhhhhhh ... noooooo ... you mustn't," she wailed. "Leave me alone! Let me go!"
"I don't think so," Les groaned, his long hard cock throbbing with lustful desire.
Then, lowering his watering mouth again, he licked back and forth through her tight vaginal flesh, his probing tongue dipping into her hotly moistened hole.
Barbara struggled frantically to get away, but she only backed herself against the headboard and trapped her half-naked body. She could not move up or down for her uncle held her legs captive, pinned to the bed.
"Don't do that ... it's dirty ... please," she begged as her entire body quivered in a combination of shame and delightful excitement.
Raising his face again, Les stared up at the frightened young girl's eyes and grinned lewdly up at her, never releasing the suction of his lips, sucking the soft velvety flesh up in his mouth.
"Aaahhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... noooooooo ... I can't stand that! Please stop...."
The older man lowered his face just enough so that he could see her moistly gleaming vaginal lips which were spread open, completely ex posed to the ravenous hunger of his lust-filled eyes. Then, he said, "You know you love it!"
"No! No! Please! I'll yell!"
"Go ahead. Won't do you any good."
"Aunt Lena Aunt Lena," she screamed, knowing that she had been silent too long already, but there was no responding answer. "Donald! Donald!"
"They're all gone," he chuckled. "You sent them way on purpose!"
"No! But it sure worked out well for us."
"No ... I won't let you ... it's perverted!" The heavy bulge of his long hard cock was feverishly pressing against the bed, and his eyes absorbed the appetizing sight of her sweet-smelling pussy. Anxious to get her hot enough to fuck, Les lifted her long slender thighs upward and bent them back over her shoulders. Then, he lay flat on the bed, trying to rub his painful erection against the mattress to ease the throbbing ache. His eyes glazed with lust, he lowered his smeared face to her widespread cuntal flesh again, and began licking with greedy hunger.
"Ohhhhhh ... aaaggghhhhhh ... oggggg ... ohhhhhh...." Barbara gurgled. She thrashed like a trapped animal as his teeth nibbled at the sensitive bud of her clitoris while his long spearing tongue fucked in and out of her hotly tingling vagina. Her moans of protest grew weaker, being replaced now by mewls of obvious pleasure.
Smiling to himself, Les knew that the hot little bitch was excited and that it was only a matter of seconds before she would be begging him for more. She shoved his rigid tongue all the way inside her vaginal sheath until the full length was buried inside her tight little orifice. Working at her fiery flesh with nervous lust, Les tasted her vagina juices flowing even more profusely. When he felt the first undeniable movements of her honey-filled cunt up against his face, and he knew that she was ready for anything he wanted to do.
Barbara suddenly began moaning with a mindless passion, unable to control the salacious excitement down there between her widespread thighs. She tried to turn sideways and escape the ecstatic tingles, but his body prevented it. There was nothing she could do to stop the flicking tongue as he licked and sucked with wild abandon at her sensitively throbbing clitoris. She whimpered in lewd delight as she ground her helplessly exposed vagina up in his face, forcing his tongue even deeper into her nerve-filled flesh.
Barbara soon was moaning continuously in a combination of shame and uncontrollable excitement as she felt her own body betray her sensible mind. As his hot slippery tongue tantalizingly licked her pussy, the naked teenaged blonde knew that she wanted her uncle to keep on doing it to her until she climaxed. She had lost control and would not be able to stop now, even if she wanted to. And she didn't! Then, instead of fighting him with all her strength, she accepted the vile oral rape of her innocent vagina and shivered with throbbing desire.
Her mind was on fire with so many different sensations that she wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. The unwanted jolts of obscene pleasure took precedence over all other feelings and even though she knew that it really couldn't be true, it was all too evident that she was being fucked to a mindless oblivion by her uncle's tongue ... he was eating her vagina ... devouring her down there and she loved it! Oh God! How she loved it! She wanted more ... more ... more! Wanted it to go on forever!
Momentarily, her thoughts returned to her older cousin's painful rape of her virginal pussy, and she instinctively knew that she should have told Aunt Lena about it. She could have made her believe that Bart had raped her. But now! Now, it was too late! Too late! She could not tell her that her husband had raped her too! No, Aunt Lena would never believe her now. Les gripped the cute young teenager's wildly squirming ass-cheeks in both hands, and massaged the soft resilient mounds of flesh as though he was kneading bread dough, then slipped one finger down the crevice between her buttocks and found the tiny puckering ring to her rectum. She jerked upward when the finger began probing at her forbidden little hole, but the upward movement of her naked loins only drove his tongue deeper into her vaginal passage.
Brought back to complete awareness by the painful probing of her virginal anus, she cried out when he viciously wormed his finger into the dark channel of her cringing rectal opening.
"Aaaaaaa ... dddddddd ... ohhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop It hurts! That's awful! Nasty! Don't do that...."
Les's only answer was to make his tongue flicker across her throbbing clitoris and then thrust back and forth, in and out of her quivering pussy, driving her lewd hunger even higher. Then, he began moving his finger in and out of her tightly defending rectum, tearing at her forbidden depths with his fingernail, impaling her ravished anal passage down on his stiffened middle finger.
Suddenly, she was sure that she had lost her mind completely. If she were rational, this perverted thing that her uncle was doing to her would repulse her ... make her sick at her stomach and disgust her. But instead, she shoved her churning buttocks downward, forcing his finger even deeper up inside her responding rectal passage. Tingling excitement flowed outward from her twin orifices as the older man's delicious tongue slithered in and out with uninhibited lust, and her own passion sent chills of pleasure through her vibrating body.
She was only vaguely aware of her loud insistent moans, unable to control the quivering need down there, between her thighs. His mouth still glued to her vagina, her buttocks began spasming beneath his touch as a second finger joined the first one buried deep inside her rectum. Then, he began steadily thrusting them in and out in rhythm with his skewering tongue. Seconds later, when he pulled out of her clutching anus, she groaned in disappointment, unable to understand her own actions. She also felt his tongue leaving her pussy and she wanted to scream for him to keep licking her down there ... keep his wonderfully licking tongue up inside her vagina ... and make her cum.
Then, the most obscene, perverted thing she could possibly ever imagine happened. Her uncle moved his outstretched tongue down to her forbidden rectum, and she actually gurgled with delight when his tongue flickered against her sensitive anal ring. She could feel a raging inferno inside her belly as the flames of ecstasy shivered higher, but then, her sensible mind broke through the foggy lust, and she gasped, "Don't ... oh no, don't do that!"
Les Jackson heard her piteous cry, but a grin split his lewdly slavering face as he felt her legs spreading further apart and her hips lifted up against his impaling tongue. The hot little bitch, he thought in wonderment. She wants it all.
"Aaaagggghhhhhh ... oh ... oh ... oh," Barbara gurgled as shivers of raw passion enveloped her obscenely poised body, and her guttural words brought tears to her young eyes for she realized that she was being totally degraded by her uncle ... and she was enjoying it more than anything that she had ever experienced before in her entire life! Her body had taken control and there was nothing she could do now but hope that her terrible debasement would soon end.
Unable to bear the mental torture, her sensible brain receded and she fell back on the bed, no longer fighting anything that he did ... cooperative with every movement he made, lifting her pussy up against his face, shoving her buttocks down against his fingers. Completely subservient to him now, the writhing teenager was helpless against the lewd demands of her lust-incited body.
Suddenly, Les changed tactics as he felt the fight go out of his young niece. He moved his long slithering tongue back up to her hotly flowing pussy and licked back and forth from clitoris to anus, deliberately touching down at her most sensitive nub, then moving away, back and forth in a mind-blowing rhythm, gently sweeping across the raw nerve endings until she was a blur of salacious movement. Lena had never let him do this to her, but in the future he would always find some women who would ... and that would be Lena's misfortune.
Now, Barbara lay in a trance, letting the ecstatic pleasure wash over her in a warm wave of lewd delight, and her grown-up body began begging him for more, barely conscious of her wildly squirming buttocks punching her hungrily pulsing vagina against his face with determined force. She could feel his heated breath slashing against her throbbing flesh and she knew that she was going to cum soon. She had no idea what it would be like except there was supposed to be only one way to climax ... the way she had cum with Donald's finger.
Now, with her uncle's mouth clamped on her insanely tingling clitoris, she felt the first flash of rapture flowing over her uplifted loins. Her vaginal walls began spasming, her cervix puckered, and her clitoris shorted out then exploded in a lightning flash of sensual delight. Her rectum clenched and unclenched so rapidly that it seemed to be begging for something to fill it. Her loud mewls of pleasure rippled from her lips, and her vaginal plane slammed against his face as though she had lost her mind completely. Her hands reached down of their own volition and grabbed his hair, forcing his rigid! tongue deep into her voraciously convulsing pussy. It had happened! She was cumming just like she did when her teenage cousin finger fucked her to climax ... only more intense .. a hundred times more intense!
"Ohhhhhh ... Aaagggghhhh ... aaaeeeeiiiiii ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm cumming, Uncle Les! I'm cum ... cummmm ... iiieeennngggggg!" she wailed and began jerking in helpless abandon, her vagina milking his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her teenage body like an earthquake. She was only vaguely aware of his fingers probing at her rectum until the last of her powerful climax shuddered to a final spasm and then ceased, but she didn't care now. All she wanted was to wallow in her peaceful relaxation.
Much later, opening her eyes to look around, Barbara stared down at her uncle's hairy chest, and finally saw his massive penis. She was entranced by the size of his thick throbbing shaft, the angry red cockhead peering at her with its one eye. He was stroking it, still kneeling between her sprawling legs, and she instinctively knew that she had to get away from him or he would do the same thing that Bart had done. Tears filled her eyes, for she knew that she was guilty of allowing his disgraceful licking of her vagina, but that was where it had to stop. She would never agree to his fucking her and, surely, he would never rape her! Not Uncle Les!
"Go away ... get your clothes on," she whimpered, pulling her nightgown down over her naked belly, trying to cover her still gaping pussy. "Leave me alone I"
"Well, too bad! You got yours, now I want mine," he said as the painful lust caused him to break out in a cold sweat. "I'm gonna fuck you even if I have to take it."
"No ... no you can't ... go away ... I'll tell Aunt Lena," she pleaded, her long blonde hair swinging from side to side as she violently shook her head.
"You will, huh," he grinned, stroking his long hard cock. "Just like you told on Bart when he fucked you huh?"
"How ... how did you know?" she asked.
"I'm no dummy! I could tell from your face!"
"Why ... why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her face a mask of surprise. "You could have helped me ... punished Bart! He was so bad ... hurt me so much...."
"Good! I won't hurt you now that he stretched it for me," Les chuckled as he balanced himself on one hand and used the other one to poise his lust-swollen cockhead at her tightly quivering vagina.
"No ... please Uncle Les ... don't do that to me," she pleaded piteously, but he only stared down at her with devouring eyes, his cum-sheened face evidence that she had allowed him to use his mouth and tongue to disgrace her. "I'm gonna fuck you! Damnit you got your kicks. Now I get mine the natural way."
Suddenly old, beyond her youthful years, the lovely blonde teenager covered her face with her hands and realized that her traitorous body had trapped her again. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die! She instinctively knew that she would never be able to fight the older man off, and if they were truly alone in the house, it was useless to fight. But the orphan was a born fighter, and she suddenly jerked away from her uncle's caressing hand, catching him off guard. Then, she flipped over on her hands and knees and began crawling to the edge of the bed in an effort to escape.
"God damn, you little bitch, I told you that I was gonna fuck you, and I meant it," Les Jackson snapped as he grabbed her gown covered buttocks and pulled her back on the bed in front of him, trapping her trembling body with his knees. Quickly, he bunched her nightgown up and over her head, pulling her backwards until her defensively uplifted buttocks were held only an inch away from his angrily jerking cock. His blood-swollen cockhead brushed against her fleshy ass cheek, and he moaned with urgent hunger.
"No ... please ... no!" she gasped, knowing that she was a helpless victim to the second rape of her innocent young vagina. She had come to Iowa a virgin, loved by her parents, before they had died in the tragic accident, and have never known violence. But already, after ten days at her aunt's house she had been raped by her cousin and now her uncle. What could she possibly do to stop this violation of her innocent young body? Nothing! They had initiated her to shame! If only Aunt Lena was here to help her....
Barbara felt the tip of her uncle's warmly pulsating penis touch her cringing bottom, and she shivered with shame, knowing that her naked buttocks were lewdly exposed to his leering eyes. She tried to crawl away from him, but he held her tight, sliding his long hard cock through her sweat and saliva-slickened anal crevice. Suddenly, she felt him shoving her kneeling thighs wider apart. Thrown off balance, she let her chest drop to the bed to keep from falling, her firm fleshy breasts pressed into the mattress below her.
"Oh no, Uncle Les ... don't do that to me ... it's incest! It's perverted!" she moaned, knowing that her fate was sealed unless she could talk him out of it.
"Incest, hell!" he chuckled. "It's Lena who's your aunt. I'm just married to her."
"Please ... I beg you not to do this to me," Barbara whined. "I'm going to tell Aunt Lena if you do it."
"Won't do you a bit of good! I'll just get Bart to swear that you seduced him, and then I'll tell her that you strutted around naked in front of me and I couldn't help myself," the older man grinned behind the trembling young girl's kneeling ass cheeks, knowing that he had already gone too far. "Now just who do you think she'd believe?"
"I don't know, and I don't care any more. I don't want to live here ... I want to go back to California," she whimpered. She didn't believe that a foster home could possibly be any worse than here. The only possible difference was her young cousin and friend, Donald. She was sure that he loved her and would protect her ... if he knew about the rapes that were being forced on her. That's who she was going to tell, and then, maybe he would help her to make her aunt understand the truth!
"You just hold still, honey, and I'll make you feel so good that you'll never want to tell anyone," Les snorted as he teasingly slid the blood-filled tip of his pulsating penis down through her profusely flowing vaginal juices until it dipped into the heated opening of her soft fleshy pussy.
"Ohhhhhh ... noooooo ... don't ... please...." she moaned, even though she knew that it was a waste of breath.
Humbly kneeling in front of the weatherbeaten farmer's grinning face, she felt him pushing forward until the bulbous head penetrated her tight vaginal opening. She tried to shake him off but in her unbalanced position, she could not move. He had her trapped and he would rape her no matter what she said, so she became quiet, ready to suffer the depraved outrage without further protest. She was no more than an animal to the perverted man who was married to her father's sister, and he was going to use her the same way the bull had used the cow ... a vessel to fill with his obscene sperm. Her only hope was that her aunt would come home, hear her helpless cries, and catch him! That would be all the evidence she needed.
And then she stopped thinking about anything except the hotly throbbing shaft that began boring up into her belly. She could feel every pulsing vein and ridge on its thickened trunk. As it wormed its way deeper into her sensitive flesh she whimpered ... not because it hurt, but because it felt so surprisingly good.
Behind her submissively kneeling body she heard her Uncle Les chortle, "See, honey. I told you that you'd love it."
Her only answer was a moan and a wiggle of her naked ass cheeks as she attempted to get more.
And then they were fucking. Both of them. Eagerly, hungrily, frantically ... fucking, fucking, fucking....
CHAPTER SIX
When Bart and Donald returned to the farm, there were four people in the station wagon. While in town, Donald had met two of his high school friends, Jack and Cal, and he had begged his older brother to let him invite them back to the farm for the day since they had to go back for his mother anyway.
Finally, the older brother had relented, knowing that his young brother had very little chance to be with his friends when school was out. Besides, the old man wasn't to be crossed. He'd told him to go out in the fields today ... and that's where Bart planned to be.
Now, as they drove up to the farm house, Bart said, "I gotta hurry and help Dad, Don me. I'm gonna trust you, and you'd better not let me down."
"I won't! Jack, and Cal and me's gonna finish building the motorcycle you got the parts for," the boy beamed. "We'll have it ready to ride by the time you get back and you can test it for us."
"Yeah?" Bart asked skeptically, glancing from Donnie toward the. house, then back out toward the fields. "Well, stay out of trouble ... and don't go playing stinky finger with Barbara."
"Ahhh, Bart...." the younger boy began, but broke off as his brother headed out toward the fields.
"We really gonna build a motorcycle?" Jack questioned. "I'd rather play stinky finger."
"Well, I'd rather do the bike. Bart got the parts from a dump in Riverdale," Donald said quickly. "He says there's all kinds of good tilings there."
"I bet it's gonna be crummy!" Cal snorted, his lips clenched together in disapproval.
"Come on," Donald said, and the three youths started toward the barn where he had stored the parts. Suddenly, he stopped, and said, "Let's go see if Barbara is in the kitchen. I want you to see how pretty she is."
"Yeah! Is she really as bitchin' as you say she is?" Jack asked, his teenaged mind already planning ahead. He was big for his age and the natural leader of the three boys. Experienced in sex, he was always telling Donald and Cal about what he had done with half the girls in Bennington High.
"She's really neat. You'll see. Follow me," Donald said as he opened the door to the kitchen, and then put his finger to his lips to warn them to be quiet. "We'll see if she's awake."
They moved quietly down the hallway until they were about six feet away from Barbara's bedroom door. Suddenly, there was a loud guttural moan that shocked them into immobility with their eyes wide and staring.
"What the fuck was that?" Jack mouthed.
"I don't know," Donald whispered, wondering if something was wrong with Barbara. It sounded like she might be having a bad nightmare.
Momentarily, the three boys stood without moving, waiting for the sound to be repeated. Then, Donald heard a low groaning that shook him to the core of his soul. It sounded exactly like Barbara was cumming ... exactly like she had cried that day he had finger-fucked her to climax! But, it couldn't be ... unless ... unless she was masturbating! Beating her meat! Not wanting his friends to see, he quietly motioned Jack and Cal to wait until he checked out the scene. Slowly, he tiptoed up to the slightly open door, his body trembling with excitement.
When his eyes first caught sight of his fa ther kneeling on Barbara's bed between her lovely spread legs, his mouth fell open in stunned disbelief. Jesus Christ! His father was fucking her! Oh no! It couldn't be true! Barbara wouldn't let him do that! And his father wouldn't be fucking her! He couldn't be! Why, the dirty bastard! What would his mother think if she saw him in bed with her niece?
But when his eyes moved to Barbara's smooth, nakedly squirming ass cheeks, his father was forgotten. He saw her stretched, pink little pussy punching eagerly backwards to meet every thrust of his father's long hard cock as it rammed up into the hair-lined hole up between her legs. For the first time, the youth saw her anal crevice with her tiny little rectum puckering like a fish's mouth.
Donald was so excited by the sight of his cousin's cunt impaled on his father's massive shaft that he did not hear his two curious friends tiptoe up behind him. Their eyes bugged out when they saw the salacious scene on the bed inside the room. Three sets of glittering teenaged eyes glued to the young girl's wantonly writhing cunt and the older man's thick rigid cock sliding in and out of her stretched little hole. They were all three in a state of suspended shock as they took the lustful sight, all three wishing that they were the one whose prick was sawing in and out of her pussy.
Donald's throat tightened in a combination of hate and overpowering excitement as his youthful penis sprang into an erection like he'd never had before. Christ! His head was spinning with obscene desire as his immature young body quivered from head to toe. His eyes were glued to Barbara's succulent little pussy and he knew that he had to fuck her, too. Just as soon as he could get her alone, he was going to ram his prick up inside her tight little cunt! Anyhow, he'd just rape her if she would not let him!
"Aaaggggghhhhhh ... ooohhhhhhhh ... Uncle Les ... harder ... do it harder. Fuck me harder," the boy heard his blonde cousin moaning out her obscene lust.
"Goddamnit, honey, I gotta cum ... my balls are killing me," Les Jackson groaned, unaware that his young son was watching from the doorway, all thought of his family forgotten.
Jack and Cal stared at each other in silent disbelief, and then turned back to the obscene spectacle being performed in front of them.
"Aaagggnnnhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh .. eeeeeiiiiii. I'm cum ... I'm cumming Uncle Les," Barbara gurgled and Donald almost jumped out of his shoes as he heard her wanton cries.
His rock-hard penis began jerking so uncontrollably inside his pants that he thought for sure it was going to break off as he continued staring at the depraved writhings of the young girl. Suddenly, his father threw his head back and began slamming his wetly glistening cock into her hair-lined hole with a force that jolted the naked teenager back and forth in a dance of lust, vibrating her entire body. "Goddamnit, you little bitch, I'm cumming too! Your cunt's so tight, so soft ... so warm. Aagggghhhhh! Donald heard the words erupting from his father's throat and his eyes bugged as his father yelped. "I'm cumming! Here it is, honey! The whole load. All for you."
"Aaaeeeiiiiii...." The lewd sounds coming from his lovely cousin's mouth, plus the spasming jerks of her nakedly thrusting buttocks forced Donald into full awareness, and he felt his own youthful penis spewing semen into his cut-off jeans. He reached down and tried to cover the front of his pants with his hands, suffering with a combination of embarrassment and a feeling of being betrayed by both his father and Barbara. He had trusted her and wanted to be her friend, and this was how she repaid him. Donald continued standing at the door, aware of his friend's pressing against him as they stared with lust-slitted eyes at his father's long hard cock spearing deep inside Barbara's wildly gyrating pussy and the river-white cum running down the girl's thighs before dripping on the bed.
When he saw his father collapse on the bed, his limp penis pulling from the cute teenager's flooded vagina, Donald's teeth clenched in youthful anger and, with a hiss of distress, he turned and fled down the hallway, his two friends racing behind him. He ran through the kitchen, out the door and across the ground until he came to the barn. Monkey-like, he climbed the steps that led to the hay-loft, never looking back, uncaring whether Jack and Cal were following him or not.
When he clambered up into the loft, he fell across a bale of hay and buried his face in his hands. Seconds later, his sensible mind cleared enough for him to think about his friends, and he lifted his tortured face to see Jack and Cal standing up inside the doorway to the loft. He grinned up at their sympathetic faces, and he snorted, "Guess you got a good look at my old man in action."
"Yeah," Jack said quietly. "But we ain't gonna tell nobody. Right, Cal?"
"Right ... never ... not a soul," he stammered. The memory of the obscenity caused his youthful penis to erect again, bulging out the front of his soiled pants, and he tried to turn away before they saw it.
"Shit, Cal," Donald grinned as he saw his friend's discomfort. "You got another hard on? You're dumb."
"Oh yeah," Jack chortled. "Well, I guess I'm dumb too!"
Donald turned his eyes to the older boy, and began to chuckle in nervousness, because, he, too, was hiding his long slender penis, hard as a rock, pressing against his constricting cutoffs.
Suddenly, Jack sat down on the hay beside his friend, and said, "Donald! Let's get her up here and fuck her, too."
"No! What the hell do you mean?"
"I mean, we should teach her a lesson," the older youth whispered. "You know, for making your Dad do that to her."
"You think she made him," Cal asked innocently, his face wrinkled in confusion. "Girl's don't make men fuck em."
"Oh no? What about them movies on television? She's from Los Angeles where they make 'em, isn't she?"
"Sure ... but ... but...." Donald stammered. "She wouldn't ... she's nice."
"Yeah man, she's nice all right," Jack rasped. "I never saw such a nice pussy in my life!"
Donald silently thought about Barbara, and decided that his friend was right. His father couldn't have fucked her unless she wanted him to, and he had heard her begging him to fuck her harder! Jack must be right! Barbara had betrayed him and his friendship, and she had I also betrayed his mother who loved her as her own daughter. Yes, she had to pay for her sins! She had to be shown what it was like to be taken advantage of. And he was the one to do it! She said that she trusted him, and she had let him finger-fuck her! Damn her, he thought, I'll show her that I'm as big as she is! m show her that I'm no little kid! I can fuck just as good as my Dad.
"Let's plan it," Jack said, breaking into Donald's painful thoughts.
"Okay ... let's wait until she comes out of the house and see what she does," Donald said angrily. "Cal, you stand at the door and take first watch. Tell me everything you see."
"Sure!" the younger boy said as he moved to the open door of the hay loft and stared out, hidden behind the edge of the doorway. Suddenly, he gasped, "Your Daddy's coming out now! He's almost running."
"Good! Tell me where he goes," Donald said quietly, his anger building.
"He sees the station wagon! Oh shit! He's white as a sheet," Cal said, giving them a blow by blow description. "He's running toward the field ... he just picked up a post hole digger ... he's taking it with him ... he sees Bart coming across the field and waves to him. Bart's waiting for him. They're both walking toward the back field. They're gone now. I can't see them any longer."
"Stay there and watch for her," Jack snapped as he saw Cal coming toward them.
"I forgot," the younger boy said as he turned back to his watching post. He stood there for ten minutes, watching and waiting, unaware that the other two teenage boys were whispering their plans to each other.
Suddenly, Cal motioned them to come to the doorway, and all three friends watched while Barbara came outside, stretched, saw the station wagon, and then called out, "Donald? Where are you?"
When there was no answer, Barbara slowly walked across the ground, out past the garden gate and into the corn field. Instantaneously, Donald and his two friends rushed down the wooden ladder, falling over each other in their haste to catch up with the pretty teenaged girl. When they got to the corn field, Donald whispered, "I'll let her know that I'm coming, but you two stay hidden until I get to her. We don't want to frighten her off."
They moved down the long green rows of corn until finally Donald whispered, "Wait! Now do like I told you."
Then, he started toward her, calling. "Barbara. Did you call me?"
"Yes I did. Where were you?" Barbara said, standing still, waiting for him to get to her.
"I was in the hay loft. Why didn't you come look for me?"
"I want to talk to you," she said, trying to calm her trembling.
"What's wrong? You don't look so good."
"I ... I feel terrible but I'm not sick. I want to tell you what happened," she sniffed, and bowed her head in shame, not knowing how to bring up the subject of her uncle and Bart.
"I'm listening," Donald said nervously, instinctively knowing that she was going to confide in him.
"I ... I don't know where to start."
"Let's walk. Maybe it'll be easier that way," the youth mumbled, leading her across the corn field, further away from the house, keeping his angry face away from her.
"I don't know how to tell you ... it's so awful! Remember the day you went to the dentist?" she asked, unable to. look into her cousin's eyes. She stared down at the ground and dug her toes in the soft soil. "I ... I...."
"Sure I remember. You went to the corral with Bart."
"That ... that's when it happened!"
"What happened?" Donald asked, then stopped, afraid for her to continue, afraid that she would find an excuse to blame everything on anyone but herself. Then, he started walking again, casually kicking clumps of brown earth, his hands trembling in his pockets.
"He ... he ... he raped me! He even made me bleed and he hurt me so bad that I thought I was going to die," she blurted, remembering the painful violation of her defenseless vagina.
"He ... he what!" the young boy stammered in surprise, his eyes wide and staring as he stopped again, holding a stalk of corn in his hand.
"He did ... Donald ... he did. You gotta believe me."
"Why didn't you tell Mom?" he asked, his eyes searching for his two friends who were following him until they were far enough away from the house to take her. But now, he wasn't sure that he wanted them to.
"I couldn't ... Bart said he would tell her that I se ... seduced him," she moaned in shameful self-condemnation.
"I would've told her anyway ... I'm sure she would believe you."
"It was so awful that I wanted to die. I ran away from him as soon as I could get away, but he almost caught me again. If Uncle Les hadn't come along and helped me, I don't know what he would have done."
"Dad! He knew?"
"No ... it was all over then," Barbara stammered, not telling Donald the whole truth.
"What did Dad do?" Donald asked, wondering if she had let him fuck her because he was blackmailing her about Bart.
"Then ... your Dad ... Uncle Les ... he...." Barbara couldn't get the words out, they choked in her throat. It all sounded so un-likely and she would really be in trouble if Donald didn't believe her! "He ... today...."
"What happened today," Donald snarled, unable to control his anger.
"Uncle Les ... your dad ... he raped me, too ... just like your brother did."
"He what? That's a lie! I know it is," the youth snapped, his youthful voice breaking in his excitement.
"Oh Donald! I was afraid you wouldn't believe me, but I had to tell someone. It's true ... all of it!"
"You're a liar! I know you are cause I saw you fucking Dad just now, and you were begging him to do it harder," Donald snapped, his anger exploding inside him. "You want me to believe that you didn't like it?"
"Oh dear God! You didn't! When ... this ... but you were in town," she gasped. "How did you see me?"
"We came back while you were still fucking ... being raped, that is," he snarled at her.
"I'm telling you the truth. Your dad raped me, and then, when I became excited ... turned on ... when he made me so hot I couldn't help myself ... he licked me down there first ... I couldn't help myself! Don't you understand that?"
"Yeah! I understand all right! You pretend that you were so innocent ... even a virgin! I'll never believe you again!"
"I'm sorry, Donald," she said, half in anger, half in desperation. "I won't bother you again. One day you're going to learn that I told you the truth and then you'll be sorry." Wearily, the young girl turned back toward the farm house, wanting to die of shame and disillusionment.
"I wish I could believe you, but I heard you begging Dad to fuck you harder," the youth said, wanting to believe her.
"No one cares what happens to me," Barbara turned and said. "I won't bother you anymore. I'll just kill myself and no one will ever have to worry about me anymore."
"I just bet! You just want me to feel sorry for you," he yelled as he caught sight of Jack and Cal edging up between the rows of corn.
Barbara had innocently trusted her young cousin, but if he had heard her obscene words, she understood why he did not believe her. She would pack her things and ask Aunt Lena to take her to the bus station. She would go back to Los Angeles ... go to a foster home ... anything except staying in this hell hole any longer.
Her first knowledge that the other youths were anywhere around was when she felt alien hands on her arms, trapping her from behind. Momentarily, she was stunned by the sudden action, and she stood without moving, her brain trying to comprehend their reason for holding her. Then, she came to life and turned, nervously staring at the two strange teenaged faces. "What are you doing? Who are you?" she asked, paling.
"I'm your guardian angel, babe f I know just what you need to make you happy."
"What's going on? Donald, do you know these boys?"
"Sure! They're my friends ... they came home with me to meet you. They sure met you all right," he snorted.
"You mean ... they ... saw ... they ... Barbara stammered, faint with the knowledge, her face flushing in shame. Oh God! She had screamed out her lewd desires to be fucked harder, and they had heard!
"That's Jack holding you, and the other one is Cal."
"Hello, sweet potato. Nice to meet you," the older youth said as he grinned in an obscene manner and brazenly reached forward to fondle her breast.
Barbara jerked backward, but was held in place. She looked helplessly at Donald and then at Cal, who gulped, stunned by her beauty. With her arms both pulled back behind her back, he could see her upthrust breasts bursting out of the knit blouse, the buttons popping with the force. Gee! How he would like to touch her tits! He liked tits better than anything in the world!
Almost as if he had heard the young boy's thoughts, Jack snapped, "Unbutton her blouse, Cal. Let's see what her boobs look like."
"No ... please ... Donald! Don't let them touch me. Help me please! I was telling you the truth."
"Shit, babe! We gonna fuck you just like you did Mr. Jackson. Go on! Unfasten her blouse," Jack snorted, pulling her arms tighter against her shoulder blades.
Nervously, Donald stared at his frightened cousin, and for a second, he wanted to help her. He wanted to tell Jack to leave her alone, but he knew the older youth well enough to know that it was probably too late to stop him now! He had always been the boss and would continue to be unless somebody beat him up. But, there was no one big enough to do it! He didn't even want to try ... not even for Barbara!
So, instead of helping her, he stood immobile as Cal stepped up in front of her and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, spittle dribbling from his mouth when he saw the full globes of her fleshy breasts, naked to his sight.
"Oh ... oh...." Cal mumbled as his hands automatically reached out to caress her soft silken breasts. He moaned in guttural delight as his eyes feasted on her loveliness. They were the biggest he had ever seen before!
"You like that, huh?" Jack teased, his own eyes leering down at her nakedness. "Since you're the biggest tit-sucker I ever saw, you can have them."
"Please help me, Donald! Don't let them do this to me," Barbara whimpered, knowing she was helpless without his support. "Donald! Do something! Don't stand there and let them rape me."
"You got it coming," he mumbled, averting his eyes from her pleading face. Then seeing the knowing look in Jack's eyes, he suddenly came to life and moved up in front of the trembling girl. He knew that Jack would accuse him of being a coward if he made them stop, and he could not let that happen. Quickly, his hand snaked out and he unzipped the front of her cut-off jeans. In spite of her cries and struggles of protest, he used both hands to slide them down her long slender thighs and, taking her underpants with them, he jerked them down her beautiful legs until they lay in a heap over her bare feet. He was too embarrassed by his actions to look at her, and he stared over her head when he got up.
"Jesus," Jack said in admiration. "Now that's what I call real pussy."
Momentarily stunned by the betrayal of her cousin, Barbara stood unmoving, unable to believe her eyes. Suddenly the anger boiled up in her veins and she jerked her arms, fighting with all her strength, trying to free herself from her tormentors. At first, she thought she was going to get away from Jack, but then Cal grabbed both her naked breasts in his hands and squeezed with all his strength. The pain was so excruciating that she felt faint and her struggles ceased.
"Now, get her blouse," Jack snarled. "Before she does get away from us."
Deftly, the three teenagers removed her already open blouse, and Jack lifted her feet up out of her rumpled shorts and nylon panties, leaving them rumpled on the ground, her white satiny flesh shiny in the sunlight. Cal's eyes were gaping in disbelief as he stared at her curvaceous beauty, her golden pubic hair glistening before his view.
"Oh boy! Man! She's pretty," he exploded, his hands moving up and down her silken flesh. "She's as soft as butter!"
"Please let me go ... I don't want you to touch me ... I don't like it," Barbara said numbly, her face contorted in shame and disgrace. "Please let me go. I'll scream! I'll tell Aunt Lena!"
"Go ahead! No one will hear you," Donald snarled, his face masked with lust as he remembered his father's long hard cock sawing in and out of her tight little pussy from behind. He felt his youthful penis becoming hard and pressing against his tight pants, and without hesitation, he reached down and unfastened them, letting them drop to the ground between two rows of corn.
"I gotta take my pants off, too," Jack groaned. "Hold her."
"I can't ... I gotta get my pants off," Cal stammered, already sliding his cut-off jeans down his legs.
"I'll hold her," Donald said quietly, coming up behind his nakedly trembling cousin and used both hands to grip her arms.
Barbara relaxed somewhat when Donald touched her, feeling a false security until she felt his hotly throbbing penis pressing against her naked ass cheeks. She began to plead with him, "Donald help me! Please don't let them touch me, and I'll do whatever you want me to do."
"You got it coming, and I don't care what they do to you," he answered. "I trusted you and you let me down. You don't care anything about me, you just want my Dad and Bar cause they got bigger cocks than I have."
"No ... no ... that's not true! I don't like them because they're too big! They hurt me!"
"Didn't sound to me like Dad was hurting you," he snapped.
"Oh please, help me! You gotta believe me,' she whimpered.
"Why don't you like to be touched," Cal said as he stepped up in front of her again, his na kedly jerking penis touching her slender thigh "I bet you like to have your tits sucked."
"No ... No ... Barbara stammered as the young boy opened his mouth, leaned forward and pressed his heated lips to her nipple. She felt the sudden tingling excitement flooding her loins when he began sucking on her sensitive breast, and-knowing she could not trust her own body-realized that she had to get away be fore it was too late. She forced herself to struggle again, jerking her arms back ant forth, trying to tear Donald's hands away from her elbows. Her feet kicked out, catching Cal on the ankle, but he held onto her breast, pulling at the tiny nipple.
"Goddamnit, Donald, don't let her get away," Jack yelled as he saw one arm swinging free. Then he awkwardly kicked off his short jeans tangled around his feet, and stepped over to help his friend.
"I'm trying," Donald gritted his teeth together and reached for her flailing hand. Just when he thought she would escape him, Jack grabbed her free hand and twisted her wrist until she screamed with pain. Then, he reached behind her with the other hand and grabbed one of her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, pinching it with all his might.
"Ohhhhh ... that hurts ... stop ... don't...." Barbara moaned. The pain in her buttocks and CaPs hands pinching her nipples was too much, so she stopped all struggles and stood helplessly between the three naked boys, instinctively knowing that it was useless to fight them. She might get away if Donald would help her, but he had already shown that he was against her. He had betrayed her, but if she were honest with herself, she could understand his feelings after seeing her in bed with his father. It was all a mistake, a horrible nightmare of a mistake, but there was nothing she could do to rectify it.
"Make her lie down on the ground," Jack ordered, taking charge of everything. "I know what to do."
"I don't care what you do," Donald snarled. "I'm gonna fuck her in the pussy and I ain't shittin!"
"Okay! Okay! That'll work out fine!" Jack said thoughtfully. "I know! It'll be better if you lie down first."
"Fuck you! I ain't gonna lay down in the dirt," Donald retorted.
"Hey," Cal mumbled, his mouth full of breast. "Stop talking and start the party."
"Spread the clothes out then," the older youth said disgustedly. He kicked the clothing in a pile and used his foot to spread them out before continuing. "Is that okay with you, smart ass?"
"I'll knock your teeth out," Donald rasped as he pushed his face out at his friend. "Don't get wise with me or you won't get to fuck her."
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry...." Jack said repentantly, knowing that he had to keep his young friend in a good mood or they would all lose out. The greedy son-of-a-bitch probably wanted the cunt all for himself anyway! Then, he took both of Barbara's hands and held them while Donald adjusted the clothing to his own liking and lay down. As soon as he saw him spread his naked thighs, Jack shoved Cal aside and made the young girl kneel over her cousin's naked hips. Then, he said, "Okay, put your prick in her pussy and let's get started before we get caught."
Donald reached up and put his arms around his cousin's tiny waist, pulling her down on top of him until their naked bodies were pressed together. He could feel her heart beating in fright through the softness of her breast, and his lust flamed higher, bringing an even harder virility to his pulsating penis pressed against her trembling thighs.
"Please, Donald ... don't do it ... let me go," she whispered in his ear. 'I'll let you do it to me, if you'll make your friends leave."
"No...." he snapped as he pushed her back, held her with one arm, and used the other hand to aim his long hard cock at the little hair-lined opening up between her legs.
Barbara closed her eyes in shame as the heated tip of his throbbing penis scraped across her already dampened vaginal slit. With considerable dismay, she felt the warmly tingling excitement bringing a new life to her vaginal flesh and her liquid passion began flowing, moistening her cuntal sheath, preparing for the penetration of his youthful penis. Her mind fought the response, hating the thought that she was going to be raped by yet another member of her aunt's family. And, even though she was sure that he wouldn't listen to her, she pleaded with him one more time, "Please! Help me! Don't rape me!"
"Who's raping! Your pussy is already so hot that it's burning my pecker"
The young girl gasped as she felt his lips touch her already excited nipple and she shivered with exquisite pleasure. She didn't want to respond to her cousin's degrading advances but, stronger than all her decent thoughts, was the hungry desire to be satisfied by his virile young penis. She didn't want to become a moaning mass of lust again, but she knew that it was going to be hard to control her body. Already, she wanted to slam her wetly tingling vagina down on top of his hardened shaft and feel its wonderful heat sliding up inside her belly.
While his mouth stayed glued to her mound of goose-pimply flesh, Donald scaped his cockhead up and down her hair-lined cuntal furrow. Then he positioned it at the tight little opening to her pussy and slowly pushed up ward.
A low moan escaped Barbara's hoarsened throat as her young cousin penetrated her gaping vaginal hole with his hardened shaft. She moaned in anguish as her shame and disgraceful need coincided, leaving her weak and trembling. The nerve endings in her moistly flowing vagina were alive with tingling impulses and an implacable passion as the carnal excitement rippled through her loins. Fighting the almost irresistible urge to push downward to meet his hard throbbing cock, Barbara realized that her body had already betrayed her, but she would try to keep from showing her pleasure. She would pretend indifference to their vile rape, and never let them know that she loved it ... every glorious second of it. The slenderness of Donald's penis felt so good up inside her heated vagina. She liked to be loved by young boys ... not by grown up men! She hated the older ones. Every one of them, with their awful bull-like cocks!
Then, forcing herself to hold perfectly still, the young girl tried to blank her mind to the ecstatic pleasure emanating from her cousin's penis pulsating up inside her vaginal sheath and at her sensitive nipple. But a sudden gurgling moan of delight escaped her tightened throat as his hardened shaft started frictioning back and forth across her erected clitoris, and she wanted to die with embarrassment. Already! So soon! She was finding it impossible to control her unwanted arousal and her tortured mind gave way, letting her naked body take control, setting her vaginal flesh on fire with flaming passion.
Even though Barbara quickly succumbed to the delightful pleasure, she whimpered like a trapped animal, fighting to control the lustful sensations flooding her loins.
Merciless, Donald hammered his virile shaft deep up inside his cousin's belly while he stared up at his two friends' lust-glazed eyes, both their hands stroking their excitedly swollen glans. He pressed at her hot tits, and then he ground them back and forth, nibbling her tender flesh until she wailed in hungry desire.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... agggghhhhhhh," she moaned, knowing that she was lost-wanted him to continue his ravishment, needing him to bring her to climax.
"She digs it now," Jack chortled. "I think she's ready for more."
"Yeah ... I can feel her pussy eating my pecker like a kid sucking a lollipop," Donald gasped, his head dizzying to the unbelievable sensations flooding his youthful body. Never had he felt anything so intense! He had played around with her cunt, but was no comparison to the way he felt now. He was feeling her ... and she obviously was enjoying the way he fucked.
Barbara was no longer struggling to get away now. Her shame and pathetic anger had been destroyed by an overpowering feeling which held her body in a vise of delightful pleasure. Not even aware of her-actions, her nakedly jerking buttocks began grinding downward to meet her cousin's every upward thrust while indecipherable moans of raw animal passion poured from her clenched lips.
The blonde teenager couldn't control her actions any longer when she reached down and pulled Donald's lust-contorted face up to hers and passionately kissed him, feeling his tongue sliding in between her lips and plunging deep into her spasming throat. Mumbling out in agreement, she gurgled, "Ohhhhhh ... uhhhhh ... aaahhhhh...." Salaciously then, she jerked her mouth away from his and gasped, "Oh, Donald! Fuck me ... fuck me ... harder ... make me cum...."
"Shit! I don't believe it!" the older boy exclaimed as he moved up closer behind the submissively kneeling girl. "Who would've believed that she would beg so soon! If she's that hot, then it's time for me to do my thing."
Cal stared at his friend whom he idealized, his eyes puzzled, and then he said, "What do you mean, Jack?"
"I mean Barbara's hungry. She needs a sandwich," he chortled, his hand stroking up and down his virile young cock.
"A sandwich? What's that?" the teenager asked, his eyes still questioning.
"There's only one kind of sandwich she wants. I saw a picture of it in a magazine once. A cock in her pussy and a cock in her asshole," the leader growled, his own excitement driving him into a frenzy of sexual lust.
"Wow! I never saw anything like that!" Cal groaned, his own penis about to kill him as he stared at Donald's shining white shaft slamming in and out of the girl's nakedly grinding cunt.
"Goddamnit, do it ... if you gonna...." Donald snorted, his hands tightening together around her shoulders as he readied her for the assault. "I'm about to cum!"
Barbara heard their lewd words, but they simply did not penetrate her conscious mind until she felt hands pulling her asscheeks apart while Donald continued fucking up into her hotly throbbing vagina from below. Suddenly, she realized that Jack was touching her rectum, his finger probing at her tightly puckering anal ring, and she gasped angrily, "What ... what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna stick my prick in your asshole," he rasped, splitting her soft white buttocks with his thumbs, giving him complete access to her defenseless backside.
"Owoooooooo," Donald groaned, pumping his hips upward into her wetly quivering cunt, ramming viciously into her hot little passageway as he felt his throbbing cock begin jerking in preparation to cumming. Shit, he couldn't cum yet! He had to control it. But the lewd thought of what Jack was going to do to her excited him to a fever pitch. He wanted to cum ... to fill her tightly clasping pussy with cum. Using super-human control, he forced himself to lie still beneath her, forced his mind to think of something else.
Barbara was momentarily disconcerted by his quickened thrusts, and then his sudden stillness-her vagina ached with an undeniable need, and her sensitive clitoris was on fire as his hardened shaft pressed against the erected nub. Then, gradually, she felt her cuntal lips clamping down tight around his warmly pulsating penis as if it were simply an extension of her vagina, and she began chanting with lewd pleasure as she ground her hot young pussy down against him with an age-old hunger.
She was lost in a shameless dance of desire and had momentarily forgotten the alien hands pulling at her naked ass-crevice. When she felt Jack's fingertip probing against her rectum again, she jumped in alarm as the fingernail tore at her tender flesh. Turning her head, she stared at him with angry eyes, then whimpered in fright as he saw his burning mask of sadistic lust.
"That hurts," she gasped.
"Oh shit, I don't care! You got a bitchin' little asshole! I never saw a prettier one," he groaned as his finger continued punching at her defenseless rectal opening.
"No ... don't do that! Don't touch me there," Barbara whined, as she felt his outstretched middle finger trying to penetrate her puckering anal orifice.
"Don't tell me what to do, you fucking bitch," the cocky young boy raved. "I know what to do! I'm gonna fuck your asshole, just like your cousin's fucking your cunt! Just like your uncle did, too!"
"Oh no, you can't ... it won't fit," Barbara quavered, squirming down against her cousin's impaling shaft in an effort to escape. "Donald! Please don't let him do that! Make him go away!"
"Shit, why should I? You deserve it ... it'll be your punishment for making my Dad do it to you." Oh Christ, he thought. Why in hell doesn't Jack get going? I can't stand the way her pussy is nibbling away at my prick. She's going to make me cum whether I want to or not!
Fear filled her glazed eyes and she struggled against her teenaged cousin's brutal hold. His only answer was a tightening of his youthful arms around her shoulders and a savage upward thrust by his rock-hard penis impaling her vagina from below.
"Don't ... please don't do that to me back there! You'll kill me!"
"Hold her tighter," Jack snapped at his young friend lying beneath his young teenaged cousin who was desperately struggling to escape the sadistic impalement. "How can I stretch it if I can't even get my finger inside it?"
"No ... no ... no...." Barbara wailed, her entire body vibrating against her cousin as she struggled to get away from him. But her struggles were useless! She was helpless to resist their brutal rape, and there was nothing she could do about it. Momentarily, she stared up at Cal, wanting to ask him for help, but she could see that he was simply waiting for his share of the action and would certainly ignore her pleas. Then, her shivering body collapsed against Donald in defeat and humiliation as she accepted the rape of her virginal orifice.
Grinning triumphantly, Jack began preparing her trembling body for the most vile ravishment of all. Slowly, he slid his outstretched middle finger up and down through her slippery vaginal juices. Then, staring down at her tightly puckering anus, he quickly pushed his fingertip into her helplessly defending anal hole and shoved inward, feeling the sphincter muscle holding tight against his penetration. He pushed harder! And harder! His forehead coated with a fine perspiration, and he groaned as he tried to force his rigid finger through the tightly resisting anal muscle. Suddenly, it gave way and his finger slipped up inside the hot spongy flesh, all the way to the first knuckle.
"Aaaggnnhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... nooooooooooo...." Barbara wailed and tightened her ass cheeks together in an effort to escape the tortuous impalement of her rectum, but Jack shoved again, his face a mask of wild impatience. He rammed his finger all the way up into her cringing anal hole until the palm of his hand was pressed against her defenseless buttocks.
"Ohhhhhh! God! Noooooo ... it hurts ... make him take it out ... Donald, help me! Make him stop ... please...." she pleaded pathetically, the tears of agony flowing as she struggled beneath the painful impalement.
"Goddamnit, Jack, hurry," her young cousin groaned from below as he felt her vaginal muscles tightening in protest. "Her cunt is trying to tear the head of my prick right off!"
Then, grinning determinedly, the older boy chuckled, "It's tighter than hell in here, too. I don't know if I'll ever get my fucking cock in it. But I do know one thing."
"What's that," Cal suddenly blurted, his eyes glazed with obscene desire, still glued to his friend's outstretched finger buried inside the girl's upturned bottom.
"Mr. Jackson sure never fucked her asshole. It's a virgin," Jack snorted as he sawed his rigid finger in and out of her forbidden depths.
Barbara groaned continuously as her mercilessly impaled anus convulsed around the invading finger trying to expel it. When she felt him add another finger to the first, she was sure that he was ripping her apart.
Sadistically, the youth thrust his fingers in and out of her virginal rectum, stretching and preparing it for his painfully throbbing cock. Then, unable to wait any longer he stared up at Cal and grinned as he abruptly pulled both fingers out of her tortured anus with an obscene squishing sound, and moved up between her fearfully cringing ass cheeks. He knelt down on the soft ground behind her and aimed his lust-bloated cock-head at her puckering anal orifice.
Sadistically, he pressed the tip of his hardened shaft against her brown little opening and pushed forward. He pushed again ... and again, but nothing happened. Impatiently, he spat a gob of saliva down on the tip of his penis and used his hand to coat both her rec turn and his pulsating shaft. Then, he held both sides of her buttocks with his hands and shoved his thick rigid organ against the mouth of her defending anus, forcing the tightly resisting sphincter muscle to give way, then stretch, and finally open wide enough for his long hard cock to penetrate her virginal rectum.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... noooooooooo ... Aaaeeeeiiiiiiii ... ," Barbara screamed so loudly that she choked, and she began coughing and gasping for breath. She was sure that she was split from anus to vagina, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"Oh shit," Jack gasped in lewd pleasure as he stared down at her skewered bottom and felt her tight anal walls pressing against her cockshaft.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhhhh ... ohhhh ... please ... help me, Donald!" Barbara cried piteously, but the only answer she received from her cousin was a vicious jab of his cock further up into her belly.
Jack grunted from the wild, unbelievable sensations of his long hard prick sliding into her hot buttery flesh as the kneeling teenage girl frantically twisted beneath him, trying to force his throbbing cock from her ravaged rectum. But Jack easily overpowered her, holding onto her hips with youthful strength while he hammered his penis deep up inside her forbidden anal passage.
"Oh God help me," Barbara groaned, her pitiful protests ignored by all three teenage boys. "I can't stand it ... you gotta take it out ... please!"
"What an asshole," Jack raved, his lips drawn back against his teeth in a grimace of pure unadulterated lust. "It's so tight that I can feel every goddamn inch of it!"
The trapped young girl lay sandwiched between the two naked youths, moaning in pain and despair at her cruel rape; she was helpless to move up or down without having a hard swollen cock plunging even deeper into one of her most intimate orifices. It was a waste of time and effort to fight any longer, she was nothing but a pawn in their game of torture. She would have to suffer the sadistic rape of her virginal anus and her innocent vagina with silence while her cousin and his friends used her pinned-down body for their own satisfaction.
Cal was standing beside the salaciously fucking trio, his eyes wide and stunned as he stared down at the dual impalement. His breath was rasping from his hoarsened throat, and he felt faint from the force of his own obscene desire. His hand was stilled on his excitedly throbbing penis, and his knees shook as he wondered what it would feel like to have his own cock buried inside her dark forbidden rectum.
Within moments, Donald and Jack had established a steady rhythm, one which found them both converging on her nakedly kneeling body at the same time, pounding into her sandwiched body as though they were trying to destroy it. Their lust-hardened penises rammed in, pulled out, sliding and grinding in a frenzy against each other on each inward thrust.
"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh...." Barbara moaned desperately as her cousin's hotly pulsing shaft slammed against her cervix with forceful blows, but worse than that was the disgraceful rape of her defensive rectum as the youth's brutal sodomizing thrusts stretched her virginal anus into an impossible circle ... wide enough to accommodate his thick rigid cock.
"Oh, shit!" Cal groaned. "I never saw anything so wild! Your prick looks like it's growing out of her asshole!"
"Like that, Cal?" Jack chuckled as he saw his young friend's distorted features. "I haven't forgotten you."
"What am I gonna do? Huh, Jack? What can I do?"
"In a minute ... after she gets used to my prick," he snorted as he stared down at Barbara's obscenely uplifted buttocks. Momentarily, he was hypnotized by the sight of his cock skewering in and out of her tightly ovaled opening circled around his hungry red rod of hardened flesh like rounded lips.
The two youths could feel their throbbing cocks moving back and forth against each other-separated by only a thin membrane and it drove them on to faster thrusts into the dark, tightly clutching depths of her innocent belly. They both knew that Barbara was too tight to have been fucking around but, suddenly, Donald instinctively knew that he had been wrong about her. Christ, she had been telling the truth! If Jack hadn't been here, he would have believed Barbara. He wouldn't be raping his young cousin, and he would still be her friend. Now, he suspected that she would hate him for the rest of her life. Still, it might be worth it! If he made her feel good, like his Dad had done in the bedroom, she might want him to fuck her again. Anyway, it was too late now! He might as well enjoy it while he could.
Gradually, as the natural juices from the interior of her youthful body began coating the widely stretched lining of her anal passage, Barbara realized that the pain was becoming a dull aching discomfort. Then, moments later, she wondered why she was still groaning since it actually wasn't hurting! When the first pleasurable sensations began spreading outward from her violated rectum, she wanted to die. She couldn't believe how she could respond to Jack's sadistic rape of her forbidden bowels. There had to be something perverted about her! All this time she thought that she was a good girl, doing everything that her parents wanted her to do, and now, learning that she had been restraining a devil inside her innocent body was a shock to her system.
Suddenly, she wanted them to tear her apart! Wanted them to destroy her masochistic desire to be subjugated by the two hotly pulsating shafts of hard male flesh buried inside her tightly puckering anal passage and her hotly excited vagina. She was quickly becoming a mass of obscene passion, losing all power of normal reasoning.
It came as a real surprise to her when she felt her nakedly pumping loins moving in time with her cousin beneath her and his friend kneeling behind her widespread buttocks, countering their lunges, bucking her trembling hips eagerly backward to meet Jack's rock-hard penis, writhing her nakedly pinned body to increase the delightful sensations, before grinding wantonly downward to trap Donald's hot throbbing cock deep up inside her vaginal sheath.
Shameless now, she wanted this vile rape to continue, to have the lewd fucking go on and on ... to be satisfied. Her desire-tortured mind knew that she could and would orgasm this way and that her cumming was inevitable. But more than that, she wanted it to happen ... she wanted to feel the billowing shivers of obscene delight wash over her until she was absorbed with pleasure. She wanted them to cum inside her ... to fill her with their scalding sperm.
"Look at her go," Donald chuckled, his lust-stretched face a mask of devilish enjoyment.
"She's really something! Her cunt's so hot that it's burning my pecker!"
"You oughta feel her asshole! I think she's got a gas jet burning up there," Jack snorted. "I wonder if all them California girls fuck like this."
"That's what they do in the movies." Cal grinned, his hand jerking his penis up and down like a pump handle.
Barbara knew that her disgrace was complete, her love-starved body was the boss now and this salacious pleasure had turned into a mind-blowing desire that would destroy her if she were not satisfied. She couldn't possibly become anymore disgusted with herself than she already was, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had to have this depraved fucking ... needed it ... wanted it go on and on forever. She was sure in her heart and mind that there was nothing left to do ... no perversion worse than sodomy! She was to learn differently!
"What can I do, huh, tell me! What can I do," Cal chanted, jumping from one foot to the other. "If you don't tell me I'm gonna jackoff!"
"That bad, huh?" Jack teased.
"Goddamned right! Tell me, huh, tell me," the trusting teenager asked his idol who was rhythmically thrusting his long hard cock in and out of the girl's ravished bottom.
"How would you like to have her suck it for you?" Jack asked.
"Suck it? You mean fuck her mouth?"
"Yep! You do know how, don't you?"
"I ... I ... sure, I do ... but ... but can I?"
"Why not? What's she gonna do to stop you?"
"She might bite it?"
"Naw ... she won't do that ... not the way she's digging our pricks," he snorted. "Go ahead ... stick it in her mouth."
Timidly, Cal moved around to Barbara's face and stared down at her wide, frightened eyes. He wasn't too sure that he wanted to rape her mouth , r. it was dangerous to put his penis where she could hurt him! But his hungry lust was more powerful than his fear and he moved up closer to her face.
"Noooooooo ... you can't do that," Barbara gasped, unable to comprehend such an obscene thing. Sure, she knew that whores sucked men's cocks, but not a normal human being! "Please, Cal, don't do that! I'll bite it! I promise I will!"
"I ... Jack ... I...." the youth stammered, backing away from her angry stare.
"Go ahead ... she's only talking ... shove it down her fucking throat and threaten to choke her ... she'll be careful," Jack grinned at his young friend, enjoying the indecision on his face. "Didn't I teach you to beat your meat?"
"Sure you did ... but ... but this is different!"
"Only difference is that she will beat it for you."
"I ... I...."
"I will ... I'll bite it off if you stick it in my mouth," Barbara cried, feeling a power over the young boy that would control him.
"Goddamn bitch," Jack snarled as he took his right hand and grabbed her tender ass cheek, pinching it with all his muscular strength. "Go ahead! If she so much as breaks the skin on your prick, I'll pinch her butt off."
"Owwww ... ohhhhhh...." the young girl screamed "Don't ... that hurts!"
Donald had been steadily fucking up and down, in and out of her heated cunt, unable to comprehend the rape of his cousin's mouth. God! He'd never even imagined that he would see a pecker being sucked ... ever ... even when he was a grown man! The very thought of it made his throbbing cock flame into a bursting ecstasy. Shit, he thought, she'll never let him do that! I sure wouldn't stick my pecker in her mouth ... not unless she wanted me to!
Tremblingly, Cal stepped up beside her again, and nervously held his cock out toward his face. When she turned away from him, he stared at his friend kneeling behind her, and waited.
"Goddamnit, do I have to do it for you?" Jack snarled. "Hold her face in your hands and shove it down her throat."
"Suck my prick," Cal hissed demandingly, trying to hide his fear as he took her head between his hands and jerked her head around until she was facing him. Then he maneuvered his pulsating penis to her mouth and shoved against her clenched teeth. "Open your mouth ... suck it!"
At first, Barbara thought she could just keep her lips clenched and prevent him from defiling her mouth, but the pressure of his hardened flesh against her teeth was hard to resist. She struggled then, rolling her head from side to side, trying to dislodge his hands from her face, but Jack twisted her flesh buttock between his fingers and the pain was so intense that she instinctively opened her mouth to protest. When she did, Cal shoved forward, burying his hotly throbbing cock all the way to her throat, gagging her. She desperately clasped one hand around the base trying to rid herself of the choking wedge, but the youth pressed his swollen cockhead against her throat and she couldn't move it.
Cal saw her eyes bugging out in an effort to breathe and feeling the moist warmth of her saliva flooding his pulsating shaft, he gasped, "If you won't bite, I'll let you breathe."
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... the young girl moaned in assent as she used her tongue to circle the rod of hard flesh, shoving it beneath the blood-filled head, desperately trying to dislodge it from her throat.
Then, a strange masochistic madness took hold of her subjugated body as she lay helpless between the three thick cocks sawing in and out of her sandwiched body, and she began sucking with all her strength. She felt Cal's pubic hair against her ovaled lips, his testicles sweeping against her chin with every thrust, and she began a rhythmic sucking that coincided with her cousin's throbbing hardness sawing in and out of her ecstatically quivering vagina while Jack rammed mercilessly into her hot forbidden rectum.
Oh God, she thought, I don't care if they're raping me ... I just want it to go on and on ... until I die with pleasure! More! More! I want more! I want them to fuck me until I cum a thousand times! Yes I do! Ten, she lowered her mouth down over his thickly pulsing shaft again, gripping it with her tightly circled lips, pressed against it with the inside of her cheeks, using her swirling tongue to circle his throbbing cock again and again.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhh, Jack ... I can't stand it ... it's so good ... so ... so ... Aaaggghhhhhhhh," the boy ranted as he fucked his youthful penis in and out of her soft wet mouth.
Barbara saw the agonizing pleasure on the youth's face and she smiled in satisfaction. She would show them! She'd suck his cock so hard that he'd cum before he even got started! Then, she began sucking as though she were eating a lollipop, suctioning her tongue to the sensitive underside, her head moving rapidly up and down over his lust-swollen penis as she ringed her lips firmly around the base, creating a suction that brought groan after lewd groan from his clenched teeth.
Entranced, Cal stared at her as she took more and more of his pulsating penis into her mouth, her spasming throat muscles massaging the lust-inflated head. Unable to contain his obscene enjoyment, he groaned, "Oh shit ... you guys oughta feel her fucking mouth. It's so hot ... so good ... oh shit ... harder ... suck it harder!"
As Barbara's rapture grew out of all proportion, she began jerking in abject surrender to the triple rape. She moved her lips back away from Cal's rigid shaft, and gasped, "Fuck me ... fuck me harder! Fuck my asshole you son of a bitch ... fuck my pussy until I cum ... fuck ... mouth and fill my belly...."
Immediately then, she closed her eyes and her breath came in short gasps as she began to suck even more voraciously, drawing her teeth along the sensitive hardness and letting them nip gently into the thick resisting flesh as she bobbed her head up and down in rhythm to her thrusting body. She was being raped by all three cocks at once and she loved it! She was quickly climbing to the ultimate pleasure that was threatening to unbalance her mind.
Jack's face was contorted with lust as his hands caressed her nakedly writhing buttocks, continuous groans escaping his clenched lips while he stared down at the young girl whom he was actually sodomizing. She was the wildest fuck he'd ever had, and the first time he had ever fucked a girl in the asshole. Even better than all that was the fact that she loved every thrust his wildly throbbing cock made up into the hot buttery warmth of her rectum.
"Oh shit," Donald moaned from below her, his eyes glued to her lewdly impaled mouth. "I'm going out of my gourd! Her cunt is squeezing the piss out of my pecker!"
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... I know what you mean," Cal spluttered, staring at the young girl's lust-contorted face, the wildly stimulating sensations of her tongue and mouth forcing him into more violent action. He flexed his buttocks and bent over, tangling his fingers in the soft strands of her long blonde hair, forcing her widely stretched mouth down over his saliva-coated penis which felt like it was going to split open from the pressure of his super-urgent cum. Great churning pools of sperm was building up in his swollen balls, and he knew that he would die if he didn't cum soon.
Savagely, he jerked her head up and down, forcing her to gag on his stony shaft. It felt like a hundred pound weight tied to his cock, and he gasped unconsciously as his eyes glazed and his mind retreated into a world of unbearable lust.
Barbara was trapped by the three impaling penises slamming in and out of her sandwiched body, but she was in a heavenly bliss. She had her cousin's wonderful penis slamming in and out of her vagina and Jack's thick virile shaft buried deep inside her forever stretched rectum, while Cal's youthful penis was pumping in and out of her watering mouth. God! It was so obscene that it was beautiful! She had actually begged them to fuck harder, but she was not responsible! They were the ones who had excited her to the point of becoming a performing whore! They were the ones who made her want more! Yes, it was all their fault and they would be punished for it ... not her! That was why it was making her happy! She had done nothing wrong!
Barbara's uncontrollable moans of pure rapture continued while she jerked her wildly pulsating cunt down against her cousin's long slender cock, sawing into her from below, and then grinding backwards to receive another lust-driven penis as it skewered into her violated anus like a heated sword. She was headed toward a final explosion, and she could feel it coming closer, heating up her vagina like an electric burner. The three youths grinned obscenely at each other, but the look faded immediately as they felt their own cum building up in their sperm-laden testicles. They quickened their thrusts at the same time as the shamelessly excited girl pumped her naked body whorishly between them. They panted and groaned, their powerful groans mingling as they slammed their long pulsating shafts in and out of her most intimate orifices.
She felt the head of Cal's throbbing cock swell larger and become flaming hot, and she knew instinctively that he was just about to cum in her mouth. At the same time, she could feel her own arousal forcing her to move spasmodically between her captors. She wasn't sure that she wanted to swallow his youthful cum, but at the same time, she did not want him to take his pleasure-giving shaft from her tightly rounded mouth.
Her ripely dangling breasts were swaying back and forth, rubbing across Donald's chest, and with a cry of gurgling ecstasy, he reached up and wantonly pulled one of her hard little nipples to his mouth and began sucking on it with sporadic movements. And then, without warning, he could feel his young cousin trembling and shaking uncontrollably between his and Jack's sandwiching penises slamming mercilessly into her, and he knew that she was going to cum.
Barbara panted loudly, then stiffened, and her mouth gaped in surprise as she felt the rippling spasms of climax hit her battered body.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... I'm ... cum ... cumming," she spluttered around Cal's still thrusting hardness in her mouth. She wailed and pumped her convulsing vagina like a runaway machine. Her wetly spasming pussy opened up around her cousin's pulsating penis as hot gushes of her liquid passion flooded around his wildly pistoning shaft causing it to slide deeper up inside her clutching vaginal cavity. She jerked convulsively for several seconds, the nibbling lips of her tight little cunt sucking like a baby's mouth on its mother's tit.
Donald yelled almost at the same time, unable to resist her tightly convulsing vaginal muscles. "Oh shit ... I'm cumming! I'm gonna fill your belly with it! Aaagggghhhhhhh! Oh shit! Your pussy is so good! Aaaggghhhhhh! Here it comes!"
Barbara felt his heated sperm spewing high up into her womb, and her breath came in gasping spurts as she felt his boiling cum pumping from the tip of his wildly ejaculating cock. She felt it splattering against her cervix, triggering another powerful climax in her pinned-down body. The tight muscular rings inside her forover-stretched anus convulsed at the same time around Jack's painfully thickened penis and a second later he, too, was groaning out his orgasm.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh! Oh goddamnit! You fucking bitch! I'm cumming! You hear me? I'm cumming in your asshole ... cummmmmmmiinnnnngggggg!" The boy growled with a passion-hoarsened voice through bared teeth in mindless grunts as his spewing cock filled her ravished anal passage with his heated semen. It gushed out of her anus on both sides of his madly jerking penis and streamed down the insides of her quivering thighs.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... aaaeeeiiiiii ... me too! I'm cumming too ... suck harder ... aaaggghhhhhh!" Cal moaned in guttural ecstasy.
Suddenly, Barbara had no time to think about anything except swallowing his spurting cum. She gulped and gagged on his penis as she took the first violent blast of his heated sperm, her throat filling with the spewing jism before she could empty it. Frenziedly, she swallowed the pungent load jetting into her anxiously sucking mouth, great spurts bloating her cheeks and then hollowing as they emptied again.
Her belly jerked and spasmed as the heated juices flowed down into her quivering belly, and she greedily licked the thickly deflating penis in her mouth as though it were covered with honey. Even as his gradually dwindling penis began deflating, the voluptuous girl would not let it go, her sensually nibbling lips continuing to move over his softened flesh. She lapped at the remaining cum and sucked his trembling young cock until he jerked it from her tightly ovaled lips.
"Oh shit! Stop it! You're driving me crazy," the boy moaned, shivering with the intensity of his ecstatic climax.
Neither Barbara nor the boys had seen Donald's mother as her shadow fell across their lewdly displayed bodies. She had come home and immediately began looking for Barbara. She had finished early and had come home with a friend. She felt uneasy when the house was empty and not a sign of her niece anywhere. The last few days, she had been worried that the young girl might try to take her own life.
Now, she stepped back and stood just behind the row of corn that separated her from the salacious scene being enacted just in front of her. She heard Barbara screaming out her sinful pleasure and saw her nakedly jerking body explode in release as she writhed between the two boys. Her mouth gaped in disbelief at the obscenity being performed on the ground between the two rows of corn and, momentarily, she was unable to move. Then, she heard her own son's roaring orgasm as he emptied his young sperm in his cousin's vagina, and she wanted to tear him away from her. Jack's explosion had come next, but the most obscene thins: of all was Cal's jerking penis impaling her mouth. When she saw their wilted penises pulling from her niece's flooded orifices, she could bear it no longer, and she had run across the corn field, uncaring that they might hear her. Then, she rushed into the house and fell across her bed exhausted, too distraught to move, loud sobs wracking her chest.
Of all the things she could have imagined, she had never thought about Barbara being a whore! She would rather have the girl dead than doing what she had done! She had already corrupted Donald and if something wasn't done, Bart would be next ... even her husband wouldn't be safe. No! She could never allow that to happen, no matter how much she had loved her brother! She would have to send her away ... to a reform school! Yes, to reform school! They would teach a little whore to be a decent person!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning after a restless night of little sleep and after Bart and her husband had gone to Bennington with the milk, Lena Jackson stared at the dirty breakfast dishes. Suddenly, she simply could not believe what she had seen yesterday afternoon. She had to be wrong!
After Les had taken the two boys back to town, she thought she would confront Barbara, but she had been too angry to think sensibly. Now, she knew she had to ask the young girl for an explanation. There had to be a reason for the disgusting scene she had been a witness to. She had always suspected that Jack was a bad influence on her younger son, but she could not figure out how they got Barbara to join in. Was it possible that she had been raped! Oh God, no! My son would never do that!
Then, wearily, she got up from the breakfast table, knowing that Barbara had suffered enough. If she were innocent, her suffering would be unbearable. Then the child really might commit suicide! She had promised her brother that she would take care of his daughter if anything ever happened to him or his wife and, now that he was dead, she had to do everything possible to help her.
When she got to Barbara's bedroom door, she almost turned around and went away, but when she heard moaning sounds she thought her niece was having nightmares. Quietly, she opened the door and peeked in! What she saw almost caused her to faint and fall against the slightly opened door. There beside the bed was Donald, her son, completely naked, and her teenage niece was sitting on the edge of the bed in her nightgown, sucking his long hard penis.
Shocked and unable to move, the dark-haired woman stood at the slightly open door and stared at the salacious outrage. She saw her young son's wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of Barbara's rounded lips. Unconsciously, she reached down and rubbed her own throbbing vagina through her dress. Suddenly realizing that the obscenity had excited her, she swung the door open and screamed with outrage, "What do you think you're doing?"
Without hesitation, she grabbed Donald by the arm and jerked him away from the girl, his already wilting penis slipping from her mouth with a loud slurping sound. Lena's face was red with anger and her hand flashed out, slapping her son on the side of the face with a stinging blow.
Frightened of his mother, and afraid to look at Barbara, Donald turned and ran from the bedroom, his rapidly softening cock swinging against his naked thigh.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Lena stared down at her trembling niece, and shouted, "You're nothing but a dirty little whore! Corrupting my son like that!"
Barbara bowed her head and tears filled her shameful eyes. Her older cousin had raped her, her uncle had raped her, Donald and his two friends had raped her, and the first time she did something willingly, she got caught. Actually, she had decided that sex was something that everyone did if they lived on a farm! At least, that's how it seemed to her! When Donald came into her room this morning and told her that he had a hard on, and wanted her to suck it, she had done so because she knew she had to. Now, for the first time, someone was angry with her! Was it just because Donald was her baby, or was she wrong about farm people? She sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the punishment she was surely going to get, and bowed her head and waited.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Lena asked, her face purple with rage.
"I ... I ... no ... no ... you wouldn't believe me anyway," Barbara stammered, her anguish almost too much to bear.
The older woman's mouth opened and closed, then she tried to calm her angry breathing and speak normally. Barbara's voice had been so full of suffering that she was confused by it. There might be an explanation, but she certainly couldn't think of what it might be. And yet, the girl had suffered enough and she didn't want to cause her needless grief! Gently then, she sat down on the bed beside her, and said, "Barbara! Why wouldn't I believe you? You've never lied to me, have you?"
"No ... never ... but ... I...."
"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you," she said soothingly. "Tell me what's bothering you."
"Was it wrong for me to suck Donald's penis?" she asked, her face an innocent mask, but as soon as she asked, she knew that it was wrong! Her aunt's horror-stricken face told her that she had committed a terrible sin. Silently she waited fort he answer.
"I should say so ... it's terribly wrong! Whoever told you that it was all right?"
"Donald ... and Bart ... and...."
"What? What kind of lies are you telling now?"
"I told you that you wouldn't believe me!"
"I ... I...." Lena stammered. "I'm sorry! Go on."
"I'm sorry if I did something to make you unhappy, but Bart raped me first ... and then Uncle Les ... and then Donald and his two friends and, when Donald wanted me to do it this morning, I couldn't see any reason why not! He would just have made me do it anyway."
Lena Jackson stared at her young niece, her voice stilled by the deep shock she felt. Oh God! Barbara was a sick child! The death of both of her parents had driven her insane, and she didn't even know what she was saying! How could she even think such impossible things! How could she accuse her own uncle and cousins! She was so mentally disturbed that she even believed what she was saying.
"Barbara! How can you say things like that when you know it's not true?"
"I told you ... you don't believe me ... you can never believe me. I'm all alone in the world and no one cares what happens to me," Barbara said stiffly. "Why don't you just send me away and get it over with."
"I tried to help you, but you're beyond help."
"You think I'm sick, but I'm not! I'm telling you the truth, but you don't think your precious boys and your no-good husband would do such a thing!"
"I know they wouldn't! I've lived with them a long time, and you've only known them a few days," Lena answered wearily.
"Too bad! If you weren't their mother, they'd probably rape you too," Barbara suddenly snapped. "Maybe they will one day, and then you'll know I'm telling the truth."
"Don't make excuses for your dirty habits!"
"Excuses! I was a virgin until I accepted the good-will of my father's relatives! Now, I've already been raped three times, and just because I sucked Donald's cock, you think I'm nuts! Wouldn't you be a little crazy, too?"
"You're even worse off than I thought, Barbara. I'll go get dressed and take you to town where I can turn you over to the sheriff. He'll send you to a reform school and teach you how to live as a good person."
"Good! I'd like to get away from this nut farm. I never saw so many dummies in my whole life," Barbara shouted. "Go on! Get ready to go!"
Lena stared at the girl in horror, unable to believe that anyone so young could be so sinful! She had some imagination all right! Raped! By her own uncle! Bart! Her son wouldn't rape anyone! He had so many girl friends that he couldn't keep up with them. Why would he want to rape his cousin? No, she had to be lying! Too bad, but it was impossible for her to stay here on the farm. She would end up corrupting everyone with her vicious lies!
She would go and tell Les about it, and they would take her away today! Besides, the girl needed psychiatric help and the state would give it to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Three weeks later, Barbara had learned how to survive in a reform school, and she was well liked by all the girls there. Actually, she liked living where there were no boys to pester her. She was unhappy about the fence around the school, and the strictness of the rules. She hated not being free and she wanted to run away many times, but when it came right down to leaving, she knew that she had no where to go. The only trouble she had was in the second week there. Mary Jane, her roommate, had tried to make lesbian love to her, and she had fought her off. Barbara was shocked when the girl gave up and went back to her own bunk. She had been sure that she was going to be raped again, but the girl never tried it again and they had become good friends.
She had not heard a word from her aunt and, furthermore, she never wanted to see her or her family again. Only, it would be nice if she had someone who cared enough to say they were sorry.
Now, she was sitting in the kitchen of the school, peeling potatoes. She was on cooking duty, but she did not mind. She had rather work in the kitchen than any of the other jobs. She could get away from the incessant chatter of the girls and think about the good times she had with her parents and pretend that she was in her own kitchen. Her mother and father had become very real to her here in the reform school, and she went to sleep each night thinking about their love and kindness. It had kept her from hating the whole world when she thought about the injustice her aunt had heaped on her innocent young body.
Suddenly, she heard someone coming down the hall, and she looked up to see the matron hurrying toward her.
"Barbara! Guess what! There's someone here to see you."
"I don't know anyone," she said, thinking that it was a mistake.
"It's your Aunt Lena. She wants to talk to you."
"I have nothing to say to her," Barbara snapped, her hands trembling with rage building up inside her youthful body.
"Don't you remember what I told you? You must forgive and forget," the matron said soothingly. "We believe you, but until she tells us differently, we must go by the evidence."
"I know! But ... but ... I'm innocent!"
"Look, honey. Be a good girl and see her. I don't want to force you to talk to her. It won't hurt to listen to her," the matron said as she smiled. "The potatoes can wait. Go to the social hall. She's waiting for you."
"I don't want to see her."
"But, you must! She looks like a nice lady," the matron said in surprise.
"I don't have anything to say. She sent me here."
"I know, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't love you."
"Yes it does! She sent me away and I hadn't done anything wrong."
"Now, Barbara. You were a bad girl. She sent you here for your own good. You should thank her for being concerned about you."
"That's what you think! She's mean."
"I don't believe that," the matron soothed. "You must see her before she leaves. Don't be a bad girl and make me have to punish you."
"Yes ma'am," Barbara answered obediently, as she got up and numbly moved toward the social hall. She didn't care what her Aunt Lena said, she would hate the older woman for the rest of her life. Nothing would ever change it!
When she entered the big room where the girls entertained themselves and their guests, she saw her aunt sitting in a chair across the room, her shoulders bowed and her eyes on the floor. Momentarily, she felt sorry for the older woman, but then all the hate returned to her heavy heart, and she wanted to scratch her eyes out. She forced herself to stay calm, stopped in front of her aunt, and asked, "What do you want?"
Lena looked up at her niece and tears filled her red-rimmed eyes as she choked, "Barbara ... forgive ... forgive me ... Oh God! I ... I didn't know...."
"You didn't care either, did you?" she snapped.
"I ... I don't know what to say ... I ... I didn't want to believe what you told me," Lena stammered. "You were talking about my husband. And my sons! How could I believe you were telling the truth?"
"Now you know better?" she asked, fighting to control her anger.
"Yes ... yes, I do ... Donald told me the truth ... he said ... he told me everything except about Bart," Lena choked, her voice a blur of anguish and suffering for the wrong she had done her orphaned niece. "I made Bart ... tell me ... what he did."
"So! What difference does it make now? Why didn't you try to find out whether I was telling the truth or not?"
"I ... I don't know. You're right of course ... I'm the one who ought to be in prison." The sobs took Lena's voice and she shook with the force of her tears.
Barbara stood silently, feeling no pity for the older woman. Once, she had loved her, but now, there was only emptiness inside her unhappy young body. She had suffered as no human being should ever suffer! Not only had her parents been torn away from her, but she had also been betrayed by her only living relative. How was she supposed to feel?
"Barbara ... come home with me," Lena gasped as she saw her niece turning to leave. "Please come home with me. Give us another chance."
"No," she said simply.
"Les is sorry! So is Bart! Donald loves you ... and so do I."
"That's a bunch of shit! Your guilty conscience hurts you. You want me to come back so you'll feel better."
"I ... I want to take care of you," Lena said helplessly.
"No! Never! I'd rather be in this stinking joint than at your nut farm," Barbara shouted and turned away from her suffering aunt. Then she ran from the room, never looking back.
The girl was due for some good luck, and it finally came her way. After just three months in the institution, she was assigned, on one of their rehabilitation programs, to work in the home of a wealthy family in a nearby city. They had a handsome son in college, and he came home weekends and summers and holidays. You know the rest of the story ... Barbara's wedding followed immediately his graduation ceremony.
