Archive Note: There are two sections in the hardcopy pocketbook labeled "CHAPTER ONE," and two labeled "CHAPTER FOUR."
FOREWORD
"You think I will be satisfied with just having the head of my cock sucked?" Uncle Jimmy said to the little girl. His voice was filled with mocking and disgust for the pretty little blonde that knelt before him.
"I was hoping-"
"You little fool. I am not going to be satisfied until every inch of my cock has been shoved right down your stinking throat,"
Uncle Jimmy said.
He was intrinsically sadistic.
Uncle Jimmy was a madman.
He wasn't at all like her Daddy had told her he would be when he sent her to this place to this awful place. She began to beg for mercy.
Uncle Jimmy told her he didn't know the meaning of the word. He rammed his cock into her mouth and then into her throat. She began to gag and the tears streamed down her face.
CHAPTER ONE
Andrea Dorkin could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal pumping downward in her body toward the pink delta between her legs.
Her pussy began to ache.
Andrea could feel her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly, She could tell that it wouldn't be very long before her pussy was as swollen as it could get.
Soon, her cunt would be thoroughly
Uncle Jimmy said.
He was intrinsically sadistic.
Uncle Jimmy was a madman.
He wasn't at all like her Daddy had told her he would be when he sent her to this place to this awful place. She began to beg for mercy.
Uncle Jimmy told her he didn't know the meaning of the word. He rammed his cock into her mouth and then into her throat. She began to gag and the tears streamed down her face.
CHAPTER ONE
Andrea Dorkin could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal pumping downward in her body toward the pink delta between her legs.
Her pussy began to ache.
Andrea could feel her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly, She could tell that it wouldn't be very long before her pussy was as swollen as it could get.
Soon, her cunt would be thoroughly engorged with blood.
"Good God, not here," Andrea whispered to herself angrily. She was sitting in the backseat of a Greyhound bus heading west. She was all alone.
And she could feel herself getting hotter than a pepper sprout.
Andrea could feel the little glands deep up inside her pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication. She could feel her pussy getting moist.
She knew that her cooze was not going to stay moist for long.
Soon, Andrea knew, her poontang would be more than just moist. It would be more than just damp. Soon her cunt would be soaking wet.
She could feel her juices pooling at the mouth of her fuck hole.
Andrea could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her natural lubrication came dribbling right out of her pussy. Soon, she would be making a wet spot on the crotch of her panties.
Andrea was wearing an extremely sexy pair of panties that day.
They were pink and they were cut daringly like the bottoms of a string-bikini bathing suit. They had little red hearts all over them.
Andrea thought her sexy underwear looked r very cute. She knew that any man who saw them (who had the honor of seeing them) would have to agree.
Andrea hated it when her pussy made the crotch of her underwear wet, especially when she was in a public place. The wetness made the cloth material crawl up into the cleavage between her swollen cunt lips.
That made Andrea's pussy feel as if it were caught inside a cloth trap. Her pussy felt as if it were suffocating as if it were desperately in need of fresh air.
This always caused a maddening urge within Andrea to get completely naked. She looked around the bus for the umpteenth time, in search of a guy who might be willing to get in on with her in the back of the bus.
She once again saw nothing that appealed to her on the bus.
She knew that she was going to have to satisfy herself. She was going to have to masturbate. It wouldn't be the first time Andrea had diddled herself.
She was only sixteen years old but she masturbated frequently. She was a chronic masturbator. Wherever she went she had trouble keeping her hands off herself.
She had told herself before she got on the bus that she wasn't going to jerk herself off but she could tell that she wasn't going to make it.
Her libido was plaguing her, haunting her, once again.
It happened every time. She was glad that there was a small rest room in the back of the bus. That meant that she would at least be able to jerk herself Off without worrying about anyone seeing what she was doing.
Andrea could feel her nipples getting hard with horniness. Her feminine erections were becoming increasingly large and sensitive at the tips of her tits.
Andrea could feel her breasts swelling. This was just an illusion created by her sexually aroused nervous-system. Her tits were actually staying the same size.
Only her nipples were getting bigger, Andrea knew.
The teenager could feel the ache in her pussy getting worse with each passing second. She could feel a craving up inside her loins, inside her soft underbelly.
She could feel a tingling at the insides of her thighs.
Andrea got up out of her seat and moved into the rest room. She flicked the little switch that locked the door. Andrea sighed to herself.
She felt her horniness get much worse the second she was alone.
The water and waste at the bottom of the toilet was sloshing around audibly each time the bus made a turn, or when one of the tires hit a pothole in the highway.
She had smelled better places, but it would have to do.
Beggars can't be choosers. Andrea unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing a bra underneath. She unsnapped the single snap at the top of her blue jeans and pulled the zipper to her fly all the way down.
Andrea pushed her fingertips under the tops of her jeans.
She pushed her fingertips downward until they were under the elastic at the top of her underwear as well. She pulled her jeans and her panties down together.
She sighed as the wet material pulled out of her pussy.
Her cunt could breathe once again! She could tell that her natural lubrication would soon begin to spill right down the insides of her thighs.
Andrea could smell the scent of her own womanly poontang.
Andrea could feel her nostrils flaring as she sniffed at the odor of her pussy wafting up from between her slightly parted thighs.
Andrea pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles.
She wiped the toilet seat clean with toilet paper and sat down. She sat with her knees as far apart as she could get them. Her pussy drooled.
Her cunt quivered.
Andrea reached up and began to stroke her nipples. She shivered and bit her bottom lip. This felt very good. She had to suppress an urge to moan loudly.
Her clit grew.
Andrea could feel her love button growing steadily in size and firmness. Her love button was pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it.
Her clit became erect.
Andrea's clitoral foreskin was being pushed far up and out of the way by her growing little man in the boat. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before her clitoris would be so sensitive, and it would be throbbing so hard, that it would seem as if it were demanding attention.
Andrea felt her nipples grow against her fingertips.
The teenager got each of her nipples in between her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched lightly. She tugged lightly at those pink rosebuds.
She felt shivers of joy running up and down her spine.
Those waves of womanly delight traveled all the way from Andrea's tailbone, up to the nape of her neck, and then back down once again.
Andrea felt the hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.
She pulled at her nipples so hard that the skin all around those feminine erections was stretched taut. She pulled so hard that her breasts looked a good deal pointier than usual.
Then she released her grip on those erect rosebuds.
Andrea allowed her nipples to snap back into place. Then the beautiful teenager placed her hands over her tits. She spread her fingers apart.
Andrea stretched her hand so she could clutch as much of her breast flesh at once as was possible. She positioned her hands so that her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her stretched and slightly cupped palms.
She squeezed her tits.
She couldn't hold in her moan. She pressed with her fingertips hard enough to make her breast flesh pucker a bit as she began to move both of her tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles.
She pushed her tits upward toward her neck then down toward her belly.
She pulled her tits apart and then pushed them together. She pushed them together so hard that they were flattened on their insides.
The cleavage between her breasts became extraordinarily long and deep
She leaned back and began to stroke the flat plain of her belly with the tips of her fingernails. Andrea had very long fingernails.
She had cared a lot about her manicure ever since she was little.
Andrea's nails had been sculpted so that they were very long, yet all of the nails were precisely the same length. All of her nails had a common curve to their tip.
Andrea always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color.
The teenager correctly assumed that the deep crimson hue of her nail paint went very well with her perfect peaches and cream complexion.
Andrea had small round toenails and she painted them to match.
On the rare occasion that the little girl broke one of her fingernails, she treated the event as if it were a tragedy. One would think that World War III had just started.
She had been known to cry real tears over a broken nail.
Andrea stroked her belly lightly with those nails. She used the nail at the tip of her right forefinger to trace a circle around her navel.
The teenager's bellybutton was both dimpled and concave.
The little girl dipped her fingernail right into her bellybutton and she shuddered with joy. She discovered, to her delight, that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
She touched her loins. She caressed her abdomen. She stroked her lower belly.
She had a great urge to start rubbing at her clit right then and there. But she didn't do it. She was in the mood to tease herself. She wanted to explore all of her body's erogenous zone. As previously mentioned, Andrea had masturbated a lot in her life in spite of her tender years.
The teenager had gotten quite good at jerking herself off.
She knew from experience, therefore, that her inevitable orgasm would more intense if she made herself wait for it. Nobody else wanted to use the John.
It was going to be a long bus ride. She had plenty of time.
She knew that the intensity of her orgasm would be in direct proportion to the amount of time she spent building her sexual arousal up to the saturation point.
Andrea tugged ever-so-lightly at her own pubic hair.
She pulled just hard enough to stretch the skin on her mound upward a little bit. She twirled her pubies around her right forefinger.
She looked as if she were gathering pasta on a fork.
She didn't dip her fingers into her wet pussy at that point. Instead, she began to stroke the insides of her thighs, first with her nails and then with the fleshy part of her fingertips.
She touched all the way from her knees to the sides of her vulva.
She allowed her fingertips to come within a minute fraction of an inch from the mucous membranes of her pussy without actually touching them.
Her lust was having an effect on her respiratory system.
Andrea could feel her breaths getting steadily shorter and closer together. Andrea realized that she was beginning to pant. She was panting just like the wild animal that she wanted so badly to become.
Andrea could tell that it wouldn't be too long before she was breathing so hard that she would sound and feel as if she were about to hyperventilate herself.
Andrea could feel herself starting to sweat a bit.
She could feel her heart pounding, thump, thump, thump. She knew this condition was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better as well.
She knew that her heart would soon feel as if it wanted to pound right out of her chest. Her lips were parted and wet. Her lips tingled.
She repeated the caress of her inner thighs several times.
She then lifted her feet up off the floor and leaned the back of her head against the wall behind the toilet. She began to stroke the backs of her thighs.
She rolled the weight of her lower torso onto the small of her back. She rolled her buttocks up off the toilet seat so that she could get at them with her lingers.
She tickled herself lightly behind both of her knees.
Andrea knew from experience that the nerve-endings behind her knees were clustered particularly densely. She was hypersensitive back there and super-erogenous to boot. She stroked down to the cheeks of her ass.
She scratched at her buns. Then she arched her fingers at the knuckles so that her long red fingernails wouldn't get in the way and she caressed the cheeks of her ass with the fleshy part of her fingertips.
She rubbed her ass cheeks lightly at first, then strongly with firm fingers. She kneaded her ass flesh. She pinched at her fleshy cheeks.
Andrea kneaded her buttocks just as if she were preparing two loaves of unrisen dough for a stint in the baker's oven. She could feel a tingling between her ass cheeks. She could feel a tingling in her ass-hole. Her rectum was throbbing. She had noticed this sexual desire in her anus for some time now. It seemed to be getting worse all the time.
Andrea had never been fucked in the ass, to tell the truth, but with each passing day she was thinking more and more that it might be a good idea to try it. She didn't know if she would ever be able to find a guy who would be willing to fuck her up the poop-chute. But, if experience served, she figured a guy who had the hots would be willing to fuck her in any way she pleased. He would think that it was better t n not getting fucked at all.
Andrea turned her fingertips inward toward the crack of her ass. At the same time she was pointing her elbows outward, toward opposite walls of the tiny rest room.
The bus hit a large pot hole. This made Andrea's cunt thob very sharply. She allowed her fingertips to creep deeper and deeper into the cleavage between her buttocks.
She didn't stop this process until the tips of her fingernails on her middle fingers were only an eighth of an inch away from the mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum on either side.
Then she curled her fingers very slowly at the knuckles.
The teenager puckered her ass flesh by pushing her fingertips right into it. Then she began to pull her ass cheeks open slowly and ceremoniously.
Andrea parted her ass cheeks as if she were separating the halves of a ripe and sacred fruit. Naturally, she didn't stop yanking her buttocks open until they had been parted as far as they could possibly go.
The skin in the cleavage between her buttocks was stretched taut.
Even some of the puckers in the teenager's ass-hole were smoothed by the pressure the little girl was exerting. She then held her ass cheeks open with her left hand exclusively.
She used her right middle finger to rub up and down her ass crack.
The skin in the cleavage between her buns was all wet and slippery by this time from the juices that had spilled from the base of her poontang.
Andrea placed her fingertips at the very top of the crack of her ass. She touched herself very close to the small of her back. She touched herself directly in between the dimples on the small of her back that indicated the location of her kidneys.
She drew her finger upward, into the cleavage, closer to her ass-hole. She took her time about it but she finally managed to get her finger on her ass-hole itself. Boy, did that feel good! She rubbed her ass-hole with a slow circular motion. She rubbed softly and then she rubbed hard. She could feel her anal desire moving inside her anus.
She decided to push her finger right up inside her butt. This was a daring move for her, something she had only done a couple of times before, and all of those times had occurred when she was in the privacy of her own bedroom. She knew that she had to be very careful when violating her own ass-hole with her finger.
She could scratch herself internally with her long red fingernail if she were not careful. She brought that hand up to her mouth. She plunged her middle finger in between her lips. She wrapped her mouth around her longest digit at the third knuckle. She sucked that finger. She licked the digit.
She pretended that she actually had a man's cock in her mouth as she licked and sucked at her finger simultaneously, lubricating that digit with a plethora of her slippery spittle.
She returned her wet finger to her ass-hole.
She concentrated on relaxing the ring of muscle at the mouth of her pooper. She began to push with her finger. Her ass-hole opened.
Her anus allowed her stiffened finger to enter. Her facial features contorted as she did this. She felt a divine combination of pleasure and pain as she inserted her finger up her fanny.
She could feel her face getting hot and she could tell that her beautiful kisser was turning as red as a beet with the flush of her womanly horniness.
Andrea pushed the tip of her finger right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle. She could feel her fingertip pushing up into her colon.
Naturally enough, Andrea didn't stop pushing until her finger was up her pooper as far as it could possibly go. She didn't stop pushing until her ass-hole was gripping her finger at the third knuckle.
Andrea thought this felt very good.
Andrea wiggled her finger around inside her ass playfully. She worked her finger in and out of her anus slowly. She could feel the focal point of her anal desire forming deep inside the pit of her bowels, at her smelliest womanly core.
It didn't take Andrea very long at all to figure out that her finger, even though it was her largest digit, was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her inner ass.
That was a task that only an erect male prick could accomplish adequately. Finger-fucking herself in this manner was just another form of tease.
This mild anal violation was merely making the desire in her cunt get that much worse. Andrea pulled her finger all the way out of her bung hole.
She pulled the tip out slowly so that her ass-hole wouldn't be forced to slam shut on her. She raised that finger to her face. She sniffed it.
Andrea could smell the scent of her pussy and her inner ass combined. Just as before, she plunged that finger into her mouth. She sucked and licked at the finger until it was as clean as a whistle.
Andrea decided that it was time to touch herself where she needed it most, on her poontang. Still, she planned to continue teasing herself.
Andrea planned to touch every nook and cranny of her pussy before allowing her finger to make direct contact with her clit, her little man in the boat.
Andrea placed the tip of that same right middle finger on the inch long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her pussy and her ass-hole.
The teenager began to stroke up and down her outer cunt lips. She allowed her finger to come very close to her clit without actually touching it.
She stroked at the sides of the clit, and just above the love button, at her clitoral foreskin. But she did not touch the focal point of her sexual desire.
She could feel her pussy flesh starting to crawl around between her legs as if it had suddenly and magically developed a mind of its own.
She rubbed her fingertip up and down in between her inner and outer cunt lips. She touched gingerly at the outer edges of her protruding and slightly curled back inner lips. She pushed her finger in between her inner lips. She had to bend her wrist severely in order to do this without touching her clit inadvertantly.
Andrea's sexual arousal was so close to the saturation point that she figured almost any direct contact to the fiery bulb at the top of her cunt was apt to trigger her orgasm. She did not want that to happen. She wanted to make herself wait just a little bit more. Her muscles were starting to stiffen up on her involuntarily.
Andrea began to open and close her knees rapidly just as if she were trying to fan the flame in her pussy. She had a tremendous urge to lift her finger an inch to her clit, but, instead, she pushed her finger down toward the base of her slash, keeping the tip between her inner lips, until she poised her fingertip at the mouth of her fuck hole. She hooked her finger under the base if the pubic bone and inserted her finger as deeply as she could get it. As was the case when she violated her ass-hole in this same manner, Andrea found that that her linger was not going to appease her inner pussy. She pulled her finger out and licked it clean. She then used her left forefinger to lightly peel her clitoral foreskin upward. She lifted the fleshy sheath away from her little man in the boat thus rendering her clit naked and vulnerable to her further caresses. She took a deep breath and completely filled her lungs with air.
Andrea touched her clit as lightly as she possibly could with the fleshy part of her right forefinger tip. She pulled her finger away almost immediately.
The horny teenager sought and she found the most subtle possible clitoral caress. She knew that she would not have to touch her clit very hard.
She knew that all sensations spawned by the direct caress of the fiery bulb would be amplified as many as a thousand times by her sexually aroused nervous-system before they got to her brain. She could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine as she touched the most sensitive spot on her entire foxy body.
She could feel that lightning bolt of pleasure getting as far as the base of her skull. The pleasure paused there and then retreated.
It did not explode into her brain as the pleasure of an orgasm would. She was right on the edge of that ultimate bliss however. She was breathing so hard by this time that she was hardly breathing at all. She was making herself dizzy with her rapid inhaling and exhaling. She found it practically impossible to keep her lower torso still.
She was teetering at the edge of climax. She yearned to fall down, down, down, into the bottomless abyss of her womanly ecstasy.
She could tease herself no longer.
She just had to make herself come.
She dabbed her finger at her clit, always pulling away before her convulsions could begin. Every muscle in her body was tensed and she was shivering like jelly. She could feel her tits bobbing up and down on her chest like a pair of buoys because of the frantic manner in which she was breathing. She could feel her sense of time and space being warped by the intensity of the sensations she was giving herself at that delicious self-abusive moment. She placed her fingertip on her clit one more time and this time she kept it there. Time felt as if it were standing still for Andrea by this moment.
She kept the tip of her finger perfectly still at first. She merely alternated the pressure from light to firm and then back to light again.
She began to roll her engorged clit in a slow sensuous circle. It took every ounce of willpower the teenager could muster to keep from screaming bloody murder. She wanted to holler her lungs out, but she knew she would attract the attention of everyone on the bus if she did that.
She could feel the explosions of orgasmic pleasure starting in her clit. She could feel the pleasure spreading outward from that focal point, spreading as if in slow-motion.
The pleasure spread to fill her vulva and then her entire lower torso. She could tell that the pleasure wasn't going to stop spreading, either. It wasn't going to stop spreading until she was enveloped by it.
She could tell that her pleasure was not going to stop spreading until it had affected each and every one of her nerve-endings. She could feel the joy shooting up her spine one more time but this time that pleasure did not stop and retreat at the base of her skull. It exploded right into the already reeling gray matter of her brain. Her face contorted.
Andrea's back teeth clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of her face protruded. Her eyes closed tightly so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled. Crow's feet formed at the corners of her eyes.
Andrea's lips were stretched back over her front teeth so that her facial expression had contorted itself into a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.
She moved her cut in a figure eight with her fingertip.
She she flicked the tip of her finger back and forth across the fiery bulb that was the center of her womanly pleasure.
She flicked her finger lightly and slowly at first but she steadily increased the tempo and the pressure of her finger's movements as she proceeded. She felt weightless.
Time was elongated inside Andrea's mind so severely that each second seemed like a minute. A minute would have seemed like an hour to Andrea if her orgasm had lasted that long.
Her come actually only lasted for a matter of seconds but it seemed like it was going to go on forever to the little girl at the time.
She diddled herself until her come was over. All of the tension that had been building up inside her loins had been released all in the matter of seconds.
There had been a time there when Andrea really could feel the earth move, just as the old cliche goes. She could feel the bombs bursting in air. Hell, she felt as if a nuclear device were going off inside her cunt.
She was still a little red in the face and slightly embarrassed by the intensity of her own pleasure, as reality filtered its way back down into her brain once again. She took a pee and then wiped herself.
She wiped herself very gently because those areas down there were almost too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following Andrea's fantastic climax.
She could feel the ecstasy of her climax being replaced by the absolute warmth and contentment of her post-orgasmic afterglow She knew that she would have to get out of the John and back to her seat. She knew that it was only a matter of time before someone else wanted to use that John.
She stood up. She slowly buttoned her blouse back up. Now that she had made herself come she noticed that her nipples weren't as hard as before. They were not as large either.
Andrea pulled her pants and panties back up together and fastened them at her waist. She then unlocked the bathroom door and crossed the aisle to her seat.
* * *
It was the beginning of summer vacation and Andrea was on her way from New York City to Wellington Wells, Pennsylvania. The little girl's parents had come to the conclusion that the city was no place for a teenaged girl to spend the summer.
That was why she was being sent out into the country, into the boondocks, to spend the summer with her Uncle Jimmy and her cousins, Bobby, Slapsie and Marvin.
She was depressed. She had had many plans for the summer and none of them involved being out in the woods. She had never even met her cousins or her uncle. Her Dad, her uncle's brother, had not seen any of them in years. She figured they were a bunch of country hicks and she would have nothing in common with any of them.
She was a beautiful little girl and she had been looking forward to dating and going to local dances. She didn't like to obsess herself with vain thought, but she couldn't help but think her beauty and her lust for life was going to be wasted out in the middle of nowhere. The bus was going to get so far into Pennsylvania before it dropped her off that she would almost be in Ohio!
It would have been an understatement to say that Andrea was diminutive. She stood only a fraction of an inch higher than five feet tall.
She was built on a small frame to boot. Andrea had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. Her weight was usually somewhere around the ninety-seven pound mark.
Andrea had very light blonde hair that grew in thick graceful waves that spilled down over her shoulders. Her hair also spilled low down her back, especially between her rather pointy shoulder blades.
Her face was round and she had the sort of girl-next-door features that could have been painted on a doll. That's what Andrea was. A living doll.
She had very smooth skin. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she had been one of those lucky teenagers who had never once suffered a facial blemish.
Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were just as light as the hair on her head. She had the sort of hair that would bleach to a near-white hue after a summertime of exposure to the country sunshine.
Her brows were neatly plucked so that they were feminine and angular. Her eyelashes were very long and curled upward at the tips.
Andrea's eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked. The teenager's eyes were round and very blue. Her eyes were very expressive. They twinkled merrily whenever she was happy. Her eyes looked dull and somber on the rare occasion when she was sad.
Andrea's eyes actually changed color depending on her mood. It has been said that eyes are the barometer of the soul and this axiom was particularly true in the case of Andrea Dorkin.
Andrea's nose was not very large at all. It was a mere button that turned up a little at its tip. Later in life friends of Andrea would wonder whether or not she had had a nose-job.
It seemed unlikely that nature would create a nose like that. Andrea's nostrils were a little on the pinched side, but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something.
like when Andrea Dorkin was around a man, for example.
Her eyes were small and clung close to the sides of her head. Her ears were shell-like. Her mouth was not very large, but her lips were full and sensuous.
Her lips tingled all the time. They were desperately in need of kissing. She tended to hold her lips parted and slightly puckered. She frequently ran the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. It was a habit. Folks could tell that this tongue-flicking was a habit because Andrea did it at times even when her lips were already wet.
Her teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white.
Her neck was long and slender like a swan's neck.
Andrea had extraordinarily large breasts for a girl of her size. She had breasts that would have been considered large even if they had grown upon a much larger girl.
Her breasts were not only huge, but they were firm with youth and perfectly shaped. Andrea's breasts rested extremely high on her chest.
Her boobs did not sag not even a fraction of an inch.
It looked as if her tits could defy the force of gravity.
Andrea's breasts were sloped on their tops and rounded at their bottoms, so that the nipples pointed slightly upward when she was standing up or sitting up straight.
Andrea never slouched.
Her posture was always perfect.
It had been said and quite correctly too that Andrea Dorkin walked as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head.
Andrea's nipples were also very large. They were about the size of silver dollars. They were pink as a rule but they reddened quite a bit whenever she was feeling horny.
Her waist was very slender. Her rib cage's base protruded a bit, making her tits look pushed upward each time she inhaled. Her waist only measured twenty-two inches.
Her hips were round at both the sides and the rear.
Her ass moved from side to side when she walked like a pendulum.
Andrea had a very sexy walk something that she had only recently become aware of. She had noticed that men liked to change sides of the street, or change the direction they were going completely just to have the honor of walking behind Andrea Dorkin.
Her legs were not long but they were femininely shapely.
Andrea had all of her curves in the right places there could be no doubt about that. Her thighs tapered perfectly from her hips to her knees.
Her knees were scarless which was pretty amazing when you took into consideration the amount of roller-skating the diminutive towhead had done on cracked sidewalks when she was a very little girl.
Her calves were finely rounded without being overly muscled.
Her ankles were trim and her feet were extremely dainty. The little blonde had the perfect legs to wear short skirts and high heels. For that matter, she had the perfect ass for wearing super-tight designer blue jeans. Nature had been very good to Andrea.
She thought about her destination, the farm home of her cousins. She wondered what adventures, if any, she would face once she got there.
She was convinced she would be bored. How wrong the little girl was. If she had been able to see into the future, she would not have felt impending boredom at all.
If she had had ESP, Andrea would have been feeling intense dread as she sat in the backseat of that bus, heading west.
CHAPTER TWO
Uncle Jimmy Dorkin was thirty-seven years old. Not that he was attractive about the face or anything, but he looked a lot younger than he really was. He had three sons and he looked more like an older brother to them than their one and only loving Daddy.
Uncle Jimmy lived with his three sons in a filthy shack out in the boondocks. Even in the rural community of Wellington Wells, the Dorkins were looked down upon.
They were thought of as poor white trash and with good reason too. That's exactly what they were.
Uncle Jimmy's teeth had all remained inside his mouth, which was more than could be said for his sons, but he was still grossly gap-toothed.
The spaces between Uncle Jimmy's teeth were such that he could have used rope to dental floss, with. He had a very unattractive mouth.
His gums were receding. So far all of his teeth had remained in his mouth, but his receding gum line would have told a dentist that his teeth were not going to last much longer.
Appropriately, Uncle Jimmy had the breath to match his teeth and gums. His breath always smelled like he had just sucked on a dirty sock. There was a reason for that. Uncle Jimmy never ever brushed his teeth.
He didn't believe in it. He treated personal hygiene suspiciously and had taught his three sons that only sissies bathed regularly.
Uncle Jimmy had a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He looked like the American Dream gone bad. He was the American Nightmare. He and his family looked like a painting that Norman Rockwell might have done while battling in the throes of an intense acid trip.
Once could tell just by looking at Uncle Jimmy that he was sexually corrupt in every conceivable way and he was bringing his boys up to be three chips off the old block. He found that when it came to sex he never felt guilt or apprehension. He believed that he should do whatever the fuck he pleased.
Whatever made him feel good.
He didn't care who he had to hurt.
In addition, his sons were just as equally conscienceless. "Anything you wouldn't fuck?" one of his sons would ask. "I'll fuck anything with a hole," Jimmy would reply.
He once said that he wouldn't fuck Ernest Borgnine but that was about it. He tried to keep his sons from fucking the scank pussy around town but that was tough because none of the nice girls in the nearby village would have anything to do with his sons.
He tried to keep his sons in quality meat but this was difficult. When one had desires yet was not desirable, one had to be ruthless.
It was as simple as that.
That was Uncle Jimmy's motto.
Uncle Jimmy had a habit of pawing at the crotch of his filthy jeans every now and again, just like a ballplayer adjusting his jock-strap and protective cup. Uncle Jimmy wanted to make sure his prick was still there.
Sometimes his hand would linger down there on the bulge in the crotch of his pants. He would play with himself no matter who was around. It felt good, and that was the only thing he cared about. He had had a tough life and he didn't give a flying fuck what the rest of the world thought of him.
Uncle Jimmy was a big man as were his sons. Though teenagers, his sons were precocious physically, just as Uncle Jimmy had been. His sons had the minds of mere boys, but the bodies of full-grown men. It was a dangerous combination.
Uncle Jimmy stood several inches over six feet tall and he tipped the scales at well over two-hundred pounds. This is not to imply that he was obese.
Uncle Jimmy was not even slightly overweight if you really want to know the truth. The fact of the matter is that Uncle Jimmy did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
He was all muscle.
Muscle like iron.
Uncle Jimmy ran a small farm and he and the boys did plenty of field work in the winter. They were strong from the neck down even if they were extraordinarily weak from the neck up.
Uncle Jimmy had thick slabs of muscle across his chest, his shoulders and his back. He had very, very broad shoulders. His entire upper torso was massive.
His hair was red.
Fiery red.
He had a complexion that reminded the people of Wellington Wells of buttermilk. He had a massive upper torso, yet his waist and his hips were surprisingly slender. He could have easily been a football player if that had been his inclination back when he was going to school.
He could have been a tight end.
Or even a star running back.
But School and sports had never been Uncle Jimmy's cup of tea. He quit school at a very early age, and he didn't go very much even when he was enrolled.
He just wanted to fuck women.
Now that the man was approaching forty years in age, his priorities had not changed very much. Not very much at all. He still had pussy on his mind ninety-nine percent of the time.
Uncle Jimmy had a thick rug of red fur across his chest and belly. He had a lot of body hair. He looked more like a wild animal than a human being when he took his clothes off. Uncle Jimmy had always figured there would be a lot of women in the world who would like his beast-like body and his beast-like manner. But those women had always been hard to find.
Uncle Jimmy found that women still struggled and had to be subdued when he tried to fuck them. He didn't want to hurt them. He just wanted to fuck them.
But he had to hurt them sometimes.
Sometimes hurting them was necessary. Uncle Jimmy was shaped like a triangle with its point down. He had a great ratio between the measurement of his chest and that of his waist.
On the other hand, there was hardly any ration at all it was practically one to one between his waist measurement and his hips measurement.
His thighs were very thick.
His legs were very long.
Uncle Jimmy's hands and feet were extraordinarily large, as was, one could tell by the throbbing bulge that usually existed in the tight crotch of his filthy unwashed blue jeans, another all-important part of his masculine anatomy.
All three of Uncle Jimmy's sons had different mothers.
These were the only three kids that Uncle Jimmy knew about. He figured he had other kids somewhere scattered throughout the USA.
The three sons he was stuck with were the product of women who had stuck around long enough to drop their load before kicking the bucket. There were three graves behind the shack.
All three of the women had come to a bad end. A bloody end.
Uncle Jimmy had a long ugly scar across his right cheek. He always lied and told people that he had gotten that scar during a fight with a Puerto Rican gang. He claimed that the scar had been a knife-wound.
But this was not the case.
The truth of the matter was that Uncle Jimmy's facial scar came from the pointy tip of a woman's nail file. The woman was in the process of being raped when she administered the wound. Not even Uncle Jimmy's sons knew at that time how their father had actually gotten that scar.
They didn't much care either.
Yes, Uncle Jimmy was pure white trash and he had come from a long line of white trash. His Daddy had not been around most of the time when he was little. Uncle Jimmy had been raised by his Mommy who had been well known as the town tramp.
Uncle Jimmy got his first piece of pussy off his own mother. She was a washed up slut at the time and she couldn't find a real date for the night, so she laid her teenaged son instead.
Uncle Jimmy remembered getting his face down between his Mommy's thighs on that hot day. God, it had been hot. Mommy's cunt had smelled as if it had gone bad in the heat. She smelled like a fish left out to rot down there between her legs.
But Uncle Jimmy had eaten out his Mommy's cunt before fucking her in spite of the smell. He had licked that pussy clean. He had been a horny young man at the time and he was so interested in getting his rocks off that he didn't give a fuck what the old lady looked like or smelled like or tasted like.
Uncle Jimmy had quit school at sixteen, as soon as the law said he could. He did better than his own sons. He had never forced any of them to go to school at all, and they unanimously decided not to go. He had left home as soon as he quit school, but not before putting his old man in the hospital by beating the shit out of him. Uncle Jimmy had wanted to kill his father. This all happened when Andrea's father was little. Andrea's grandmother, Uncle Jimmy's sluttish mother, had died when Andrea's Daddy was little. The small boy had been put in a home in New York City, and only once or twice had had contact with his brother since. Andrea's father knew that he was taking a risk by sending his daughter to stay with Uncle Jimmy, but he didn't know the extent of Uncle Jimmy's depravity. Andrea's loving father had weighed the pros and cons of the situation and had still come to the conclusion that the change of pace would be good for her. Uncle Jimmy and Andrea's father had exchanged a few letters and a few photographs. Uncle Jimmy had gone out of his way and had lied his face off, making his long lost brother feel that he and his three sons were a hell of a lot more civilized than they actually were.
Once out on his own, still a teenager, Uncle Jimmy had quickly determined that he was going to have to take his women by force if he wanted to get laid. He was only vaguely conscious of the pain and humiliation he put these women through. Even if he had fully realized the trauma he imposed upon women by brutally raping them he still would not have given a flying fuck.
Uncle Jimmy still fondly remembered several of the babes he had plowed while on the road as a teenager, traveling all around America.
Uncle Jimmy still found himself jerking off sometimes, thinking about the pregnant babe he had picked up in Ohio. She had been hitchhiking just like he. She had run away from home and had been a rather innocent girl in trouble. They decided to get rides together to save time, and that was the biggest mistake that girl ever made. One night they didn't get a ride and Uncle Jimmy had suggested that they sleep in the moods.
"We can't fool around on account of my delicate condition." the girl had said. Uncle Jimmy had just laughed at her. He promised that he wouldn't even touch her pussy and that was a promise that he had kept. The girl's belly had been huge. He attacked her the second they got out in the woods together.
Uncle Jimmy had flipped the girl onto her round belly on the leafy earth. He had pulled her long legs open with his strong arms and had pushed her face right into the ground. Then he had smeared slippery saliva all over his cock with one hand as he peeled the pregnant teenager's ass cheeks apart with the other. He had shoved his whole cock up that pregnant girl's ass-hole and he had fucked her until she was bloody and raw finally shooting his silver seed violently into her bleeding bowels. He had left her there in the woods, never seeing her again. She was only semi-conscious, still naked, and moaning softly with blood trickling from her anus, the last time Uncle Jimmy had laid eyes on her.
A similar incident occurred in Oklahoma.
Uncle Jimmy had stolen a car and had been driving along when he encountered a pretty little girl on the side of the road. She wasn't offering her thumb or anything like that, but she looked very sad as if she were desperately in need of a ride.
Uncle Jimmy had given her one. She like the knocked-up babe he buggered, had been a runaway. She told him that she didn't have any money to pay him for gas but he assured her that he would find a way for her to repay him. She said that sex was out of the question. Sex was part of the reason that she was running away. The girl had been raped by her own father, but Uncle Jimmy didn't know that. Uncle Jimmy promised that his prick would never go inside her cunt and agai he told the truth. He pulled the car off into a woods and parked in a place where the car could not be seen from the road.
"You said you weren't going to do this," the girl had said.
"I said I wasn't going to fuck you with my cock," he had said.
"You aren't going to make me put my mouth on your thing, are you?"
"No, I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you good," he had said.
"But you said-"
"I said I wasn't going to do it with my pecker, baby."
"What are you g-g-g-g-g-gonna fuck me with?" the girl had stammered.
"I am going to fuck you with my whole fist," Uncle Jimmy had said.
The girl had pleaded for mercy, but Uncle Jimmy had laughed at her. She struggled. He beat her. She didn't struggle anymore. He tore her clothes off.
He had her on the ground outside the car. He forced her legs open. He inserted one finger. Then two. Then three. Then four. Then his thumb.
He pushed his whole hand inside her pussy
Then he made a fist inside her poontang.
He pulled his fist all the way out, making her pussy pop. He then punched his whole fist back into her and gave his clenched fist a twist. He did this until the little girl passed out. He then jerked himself off with his bloody fist got back in the car by himself, and drove merrily away.
Perhaps his most vivid memories of that period in his life came when he was in Texas, not long before he returned to the area where he had grown up and fathered his first redheaded son.
He was in Texas, driving a convertible he had just stolen when he picked up two sisters, no more than fifteen and sixteen, who were hanging out in front of a diner looking for something to do. He had offered them a ride in his nifty car and thought they acted a little nervous about the idea they agreed to go for the ride. He then immediately took them out to a deserted stretch of road and pulled a knife on them. He told them that he would cut their tongues right out of their mouths if they didn't do precisely as he ordered.
They agreed to do precisely as he ordered.
Their names had been Jan and Fran and they were from Mannerstown, Texas. Naturally he had forced them to get out of their clothes. He made them both suck him off at the same time. Jan was forced to suck at the bulbous head of his cock while her sister lapped and kissed and sucked at his balls. After he had spilled his seed inside a precious hot mouth he did something so kinky that it still gave him a boner to think about it years later. He made those sister's eat out each other's pussies. He made them make each other come but that wasn't the end of it.
He made them drink each other's pee.
He made them urinate all over each other's faces.
He was thinking of making them shit on each other's faces but he figured that might involve a long wait. Instead he tied them both a tree and left. He didn't know to this very day if anyone had ever found them and rescued them. For all Uncle Jimmy knew there were a pair of skeletons tied to that tree in Texas to this very day. He kind of liked that idea. He liked the thought that he might have killed women in his life that he didn't even know about.
When Uncle Jimmy's brother from The Bronx had asked him to send a photo of his family, Uncle Jimmy had stolen a family portrait out of the Wellington Wells department store to send. He figured that his brother would be more apt to keep writing if he thought his kin looked respectable and nice. In return, Uncle Jimmy had received a photograph of the other Dorkins, which naturally included a photo of Andrea.
"Now there is the kind of girl I want my boys to be fucking," Uncle Jimmy had said to himself when he saw the photograph. He thought she was the kind of pussy he would like to fuck too. He had immediately written a letter suggesting that Andrea come to pay a visit. He didn't expect that he would get the girl for the whole summer.
He hadn't told the boys about it yet.
It was to be a surprise.
He knew they would be very excited.
Especially when they saw what she looked like.
Even the nice girls of Wellington Wells did not look as good as Andrea Dorkin. Uncle Jimmy didn't even know if Andrea knew about sex and he didn't care.
Anything she didn't know she could be taught.
Anything she didn't want to do could be forced on her. Uncle Jimmy fully believed mat girls had to be shown what they liked to do.
Uncle Jimmy had decided to wait until the last minute to tell his sons that their cousin was coming. It was the day that Andrea was to arrive and Uncle Jimmy had still not sprung the news on his ugly and depraved offspring.
Uncle Jimmy was alone at that moment inside his filthy disgusting shack. The boys were outside somewhere. The chores for the day had all been done. The barn had been cleaned and the animals had been fed. The barn received more care than the house where the family lived.
Uncle Jimmy pawed at the crotch of his dirty jeans and looked at the photograph of Andrea. The joke would be on him if both he and his brother sent fake pictures. He didn't think so, though. He had a feeling that this was going to be one of the best summers of his life and he figured it would probably be one of the best summers for his three sons as well.
He decided it was time to tell his sons what was going on. His sons were named Bobby, Slapsie and Marvin. They all looked very much like their old man, in spite of the fact that they had three different mothers. They were of varying heights and ages but they were hung like a threesome of stallions. That was another thing they had gotten from the old man. All three had cocks that were extraordinarily long. Thick too.
Uncle Jimmy went to the back door of his shack to see what his sons were up too. He heard a female huffing and puffing and making a fuss. He could hear two of his sons cheering his third son on. Uncle Jimmy couldn't see what the boys were up to yet, but he correctly assumed that they had found themselves a little local slut to fuck.
He stepped outside and into the leaf-covered backyard. Behind the outhouse he could see the action going on fast and furious. They had Darcy Mumm pinned on the ground, her clothes removed. Bobby and Slapsie were holding the girl down while Marvin held her legs open and fucked her pussy. He fucked little Darcy's cunt until she thought the damn thing was going to turn inside out.
"Give it to her!" Bobby screamed.
"Plow her deep," Slapsie hollered.
"Plow into her belly," Bobby exclaimed.
"Make her cunt bleed," Slapsie said.
"Make her look like she's having her period."
"I want to see blood on your cock when you're through."
"And hurry up!"
"Yeah, I want my turn!"
"Ooooh, I can smell her pussy."
"She smells like cat food!"
"She sure sounds slippery in there."
"I can hear her go squish squish squish, when you fuck her."
"Shut up, "Shoot your seed already, goddammit," Slapsie said.
"Oooooh, I'm getting close," Marvin said breathlessly.
Uncle Jimmy watched with his arms folded on his chest.
"Give it everything you have," Bobby exclaimed loudly.
"Shift your hips into high gear," Slapsie added with a grin.
"Shift all the way into overdrive," Bobby concluded.
And that was precisely what the youngest brother did.
"Oooh, his ass is a blur as it moves up and down," Bobby said.
"Hey cunt, how are you feeling down there?" Marvin asked.
"It feels g-g-g-g-good," Darcy Mumm stammered.
"Is that all you've got to say?" Slapsie said with a laugh.
"I wish y'all wouldn't be so rough," Darcy said weakly.
"Treat her rougher. Make her love it," Slapsie said.
"NO! NO! You are hurting my cunt!" Darcy wailed with tears in her eyes.
"I want to see her cry! Make her cry!" Bobby exclaimed.
"NO! NO! OH GOD! HELP ME!" Darcy said the saltwater rolling onto her face.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Marvin screamed. He rammed his cock all the way into her and kept it there. She was tossing her head from side to side.
Uncle Jimmy waited for his sons to be done before he interrupted.
"ALL RIGHT! BREAK UP THE GANG BANG!" Uncle Jimmy screamed.
"Awwwwwwww, come on, Daddy. We were just having fun," Bobby said.
"Yeah, she don't mind. Getting fucked is all she does," Slapsie said.
"Besides, I didn't even get my turn yet," Bobby complained.
Marvin pulled his cock out of Darcy's cunt and rolled over onto his back. He had gotten his. He didn't give a shit if Daddy broke up the scene or not.
Darcy lived down the road, another product of flawed genetics. She was a bit of a halfwit and permanently cross-eyes. Still, she loved to fuck, even when it hurt, and that made her one of the Dorkin boys' favorite girls in the whole wide world.
"You get outta here, Darcy," Uncle Jimmy said.
Uncle Jimmy gave her a sharp slap on the ass as she stooped to pick up her clothes. Bobby and Slapsie were looking at their father with pouts on their faces.
Darcy was still naked and hugging her clothes to her tits as she wagged her ass off into the woods and out of sight. Uncle Jimmy pawed the crotch of his jeans and told the boys to get their drawers up and to get their asses into the shack.
He had an announcement to make.
And so all four of them moved into the house. Slapsie dawdled so Uncle Jimmy cuffed him behind the head, just to urge the boy along.
"I have a real big surprise for all of you. You aren't going to be pissed off about not getting to fuck Dacrcy Mumm by the time I finish telling you the news."
"Tell us.'
"What is it."
"Fresh cunt?"
"Very fresh," Uncle Jimmy said. "YIPPEE!" the boys replied. "Your cousin Andrea is coming to spend the summer with us," Uncle Jimmy said. "Cousin Andrea?"
"We didn't even know we had a cousin Andrea," Slapsie added.
"I didn't know until recently either," Uncle Jimmy replied.
"What does she look like?" Marvin inquired eagerly.
"Let me show you. I have a picture of her," Uncle Jimmy said.
The oldest of the depraved males produced the photo.
"WOW!" all three of his sons exclaimed at the same time.
"Impressed?" Uncle Jimmy said with a proud fatherly smile.
"She looks like a movie star," Bobby said with his mouth open.
"She looks like a cunt out of the girlie magazines," Marvin said.
"She looks too pretty to be hanging around with us," Slapsie added.
"Nonsense, Slapsie," Uncle Jimmy said. "No cunt is too good for us."
"Do we get to fuck her whenever we want to?" Bobby queried.
"Absolutely, whenever your heart desires," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Does she put out all the time, Daddy?" Marvin inquired.
"I don't know. I don't care. She'll put out for us," Uncle Jimmy said.
"This is great, Daddy. You should have told us before," Slapsie said.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," Uncle Jimmy said, patting the boy on the head.
"But if I had know I would have saved up my jam for her," Slapsie said.
"You are young. You have plenty of jam," Uncle Jimmy said.
"That's true," Slapsie conceded after giving it a moment's thought.
"When does she get here?" Bobby asked, his cock getting hard as he looked at the picture.
"Her bus arrives in Wellington Wells in an hour," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Can we all go along in the car to pick her up?" Bobby asked.
"No, I'm gonna pick her up myself," Ucle Jimmy said.
"You just want to get the first crack at her," Marvin said.
"You're damn right I do, son'" Uncle Jimmy said with a laugh.
And so the boys all hurled filthy things at one another for the next forty-five minutes, telling each other how great it was going to be to fuck a gorgeous chick for the first time in their lives.
Uncle Jimmy got in the car and drove all the way into town to the bus station where he learned the bus was going to be fifteen minutes late. He bought himself a coke in the machine and lit a non-filtered cigarette as he waited. Then the bus arrived. Andrea was the only girl to a get off the bus. She looked very tired. She squinted into the sun, as if she had been locked in a basement for a week. She looked around the bus station for the man in the photograph her Daddy had received, the handsome man she thought would be Uncle Jimmy. Uncle Jimmy, on the other hand, was pleased as punch to discover that his brother's daughter was every bit as beautiful as the photo had indicated. In fact, the picture had not given the little girl enough credit. Uncle Jimmy practically slobbered onto his chin when he got his first glimpse of the diminutive towhead.
What tits!
What ass!
What a kisser!
She was seething sex!
"HI, Andrea. I'm your Uncle Jimmy," t he man said. He gave her his patented gap-toothed smile, and Andrea could feel a cold chill running up and down the entire length of her spine all the way from the base of her skull down to her tailbone and then back again. She could feel the little blonde hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end as the entire surface area of her delicious little body became covered with a thick layer of bumpy goose flesh.
"Bb-b-b-b-but, you don't look anything like your picture," she said.
"Funny, I recognize you," Uncle Jimmy said with a short crackling laugh.
Uncle Jimmy laughed like a man who smoked non-filtered cigarettes.
"I guess that the photograph of you was taken at a good time or something," Andrea said. She knew that the comment was not terribly polite, but she was tired and bored after her long trip and she wasn't in the mood to be too polite.
"You should be nicer to me. Your happiness depends on me until autumn," Uncle Jimmy said. He felt like ramming his fist into her mouth just so he could count the broken teeth as they came flying out looking like so many Chiclets. But he didn't do it. He knew that the diminutive blonde would be a lot more fun to play with if she remained beautiful.
"Sorry, " Andrea said. "Where's the car. I'm dying to lie down. I've been sleeping sitting up in the bus."
"Don't worry, little girl, you will have plenty of time to get prone," Uncle Jimmy said with a laugh. It was a laugh of intrinsic evil. She was getting increasingly nervous. She sensed the hostility in the man.
Worse than that, she sensed his lust.
He was looking at her in a way an uncle was not supposed to look at her. He had incest on his mind and she could tell it. She wondered if he had control of himself. She wondered if this whole thing hadn't been some terrible mistake. She got into Uncle Jimmy's car. It smelled awful. He smelled awful. She would have run away except she didn't have anyplace to go. She could have functioned on her own in a big city, but out in the country like this she was as helpless as a babe.
She was at Uncle Jimmy's mercy.
And the redheaded man knew it.
"You sure are a healthy looking girl," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Thanks, this is a pretty town," Andrea replied.
She found she had to struggle to find something nice to say.
"Yeah, well we don't live exactly in the town. We gotta place outside town."
"I'm looking forward to seeing it," Andrea said, struggling to be civilized. She felt as if she were going to have to spend the whole fucking summer trying to be nice when she really felt like telling everyone how disgusting and awful they were.
"You gotta boyfriend?"
"Why?"
"Just curious."
"No, I don't."
"You a virgin?"
"None of your business."
"Look bitch, I can make it my business if I want to."
"No, I ain't a virgin. Let's not talk about it anymore."
"No, let's talk about it a lot. Tell me what you do with boys."
"NO!"
"Do you suck cock?"
"You're sick."
"Ever let a man shove his cock right down your throat."
"NO!"
"Well, it is high time you learned," he said. He stopped the car and pulled off down a dirt road into a woods outside of town.
"What are you doing? Let me out of the car! You are a maniac!"
Uncle Jimmy just laughed at her. He slapped her across the face six times once the car had stopped. He just wanted to make sure that the pretty blonde knew who was boss. "GET OUT OF THE CAR."
"NO!"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!"
"OW! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
"That's what I do best, cunt."
"Oh God, have mercy on me."
"God's not here, precious."
"Then you! You have mercy on me."
"Me? Why I don't even know the meaning of the word."
Uncle Jimmy pushed the girl onto the ground outside the car. He quickly get out of the car himself. She could tell that there was nothing she could do.
She couldn't run away. There was no place to go. She couldn't struggle. She could tell that Uncle Jimmy was over twice her size. She really was at his mercy, and he didn't know the meaning of the word. She could do nothing but go along with what he wanted.
The only thing she could do was hope that the whole thing was over with quickly. She thought about taking a man's cock down her throat. She thought about how much it was going to hurt. She had thought about letting her city boyfriends do this to her. She figured they would be gentle and she would give them more pleasure this way. But she didn't want to learn how to take a man's cock down her throat under these conditions. She was revolted and scared shitless. She was forced to kneel before her crazy redheaded uncle. He stood tall over her. She knelt as if she were praying for her new god and that was just the way Uncle Jimmy liked it.
He was standing with his large feet on the ground a little more than shoulder-width apart, and that was saying something taking into consideration the width of the man's shoulders. He stood straight with a military posture. His chin was up.
His chest was puffed out.
His stomach was tucked in.
He bent slightly at the knees.
Then he arched his back and postured himself so that his loins, and therefore his aroused masculine genitalia were out in front of the rest of his body.
His hands went for his belt, then he changed his mind. He thought it would be more fun if he made the diminutive towhead take down his drawers for him. She could see the throbbing bulge in the crotch of his jeans. She could tell that he was hung like a horse and she hadn't even gotten her first glimpse of his dick yet.
She followed orders. She was whimpering pathetically. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to give this disgusting man the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
But she couldn't help it.
Her hopelessness and despair was such that she could not hold her tears inside her. Her eyes welled with tears. She could feel her eyes getting red and swollen.
She could feel the icy sweat of her terror oozing from all of the pores in her body. She felt drenched beneath her clothes and her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would beat its way right out of her chest at any second. Her huge tits were heaving up and down on her chest delightfully as she anxiously sucked air into her lungs with her acute panting. She reached up with shaky fingers and it took her a long time to get the brass buckle to Uncle Jimmy's black leather belt undone.
She unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of his jeans together. She grabbed the top of the zipper to his fly and pulled it all the way down.
Uncle Jimmy was starting to breathe pretty hard himself by this time.
Andrea pushed her long red fingernails under the tops of his jeans. She searched for the top of his underwear. She felt her fingers touching his pubic hair before she realized that Uncle Jimmy was not wearing underwear. She pulled down his pants.
His cock came flopping out.
She gasped with her awe. "Impressed?" Uncle Jimmy asked. "Oh. . .my. . .God. . . " the little girl said in a whisper.
"What's the matter?" Uncle Jimmy asked.
"It's your c-c-c-c-c-c-cock, Uncle Jimmy," Andrea replied.
"What about my prick, precious?" Uncle Jimmy asked anxiously.
"It's f-f-f-f-fucking h-h-h-huge," Andrea replied tearfully.
"And the whole thing is going to go down your throat," he said.
"I don't think I can even get the head inside my mouth," she said.
"Sure you can! You'd be amazed what you can do when you're inspired."
"But I'm not inspired," Andrea said. Her tears were getting in her mouth. They tasted bitter as if they had been tainted and poisoned by her intense feelings of loneliness, helplessness, hopelessness, and despair.
"You will be," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I'll fucking beat the living shit out of you if you fail."
"Ira inspired, I'm inspired," she said with terror in her voice.
Andrea stared at the cock without blinking. There was no doubt in the diminutive towhead's mind that it was the biggest dong she had ever seen and she had seen a lot of cocks for a girl her age.
Andrea could see that Uncle Jimmy's incredible tool of masculinity was easily ten and a half inches long.
But it wasn't the length of her uncle's member that impressed her most of all. It was the thickness.
Andrea could see that Uncle Jimmy's cock was extraordinarily thick, as thick easily as her own wrist.
She imagined how far open her mouth would have to go to take him inside. Her jaw ached thinking about it.
She could smell the scent of Uncle Jimmy's manhood wafting up from his crotch to her flaring nostrils. She could see that Uncle Jimmy's cock was thickest at the head.
His glans was shaped like an overgrown acorn the type from which mighty oak trees grow. She could see that his cock head had turned a very deep shade of purple-practically blue-black with its full engorgement.
She could see that the skin covering his swollen glans was very, very smooth. It looked smoother than anything she had ever seen before.
Andrea found herself wondering, in spite of her fear and horror, whether or not the skin covering Uncle Jimmy's cock head would feel just as smooth on her taste buds.
He had a full-fledged boner even before she tugged down his drawers.
His cock was standing out straight from his loins like an arrow. His cock was like a good soldier it was standing up at attention.
The tip of his cock was bobbing upward, snapping up toward his belly. Uncle Jimmy unbuttoned the front of his soiled work-shirt. He pulled that top open so that the little girl could see the thick rug of fur that covered the front of his massive upper torso. Sweat formed in a straight line across Andrea's brow. Her forehead was usually very smooth but at that moment her brow was creased with her acute concern for her own safety. She could see the tip of his cock snapping upward higher and higher in sync with Uncle Jimmy's racing heartbeat. The tip of his prick was getting closer and closer to his stomach aiming for a spot several inches above his belly button.
Andrea decided she was going to have to give Uncle Jimmy the most pleasure she possibly could. She knew that this was the only way she could prevent getting the shit kicked out of her. She had a feeling of dread. She imagined correctly that this game of sexual blackmail was going to be played at her expense all fucking summer.
Andrea found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of Uncle Jimmy's ten-inch prick. She could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of the hole from which both Uncle Jimmy's semen and piss emerged.
Andrea couldn't help but think that the little lips on either side of Uncle Jimmy's piss hole made that diminutive orifice look very much like a tiny toothless mouth.
Andrea could see Uncle Jimmy's piss hole opening and closing rhythmically, from the tiny spasms he was experiencing down there. She thought that the tiny nether mouth looked as if it were singing out in vain, of course because of its acute desire. That little mouth could try to sing all it wanted to, and it was never going to make a sound. Andrea could see that the shaft of Uncle Jimmy's cock was a little bit skinnier than the head.
It was also a slightly lighter shade of purple.
The difference between the shaft and head in terms of color and girth was not great. As the tip of the man's prick snapped upward the little girl found herself looking at the underside of his stem. She could see that the stalk of Uncle Jimmy's member was lined with dilated blue veins that protruded from the surface and made his prick look gnarled and angry and craggy. The little girl thought the man's prick looked a hell of a lot more like an instrument of torture than an instrument of love-making. She lowered her eyes and found herself looking at the sack that held the man's balls.
Andrea decided that she had shouldn't gawk for too long. She figured that the man was going to smack her around soon if she didn't get down to business.
Still, she couldn't take her eyes off of Uncle Jimmy's balls. She couldn't even blink when she was looking at those glands of manhood.
It didn't take Andrea very long at all to figure out that Uncle Jimmy's testicles, like his cock, were by far the largest she had ever seen.
She could see that his nuts were the size of golf balls and they were shaped like chicken eggs. They rested heavily at the base of his sack.
His scrotal sack appeared to be filled to the brim with come. Andrea found that she couldn't even look at his humongous scrotal sack without wondering how long it had been since he spilled his seed.
She hoped he would have a hair-trigger when it came to the orgasm department. That would mean he wouldn't be able to keep his cock inside her throat for very long without blowing his wad thus keeping her pain to a minimum;
There was a thick patch of pubic hair, just as red as the hair on his head, growing all around the base of his humongous member.
Andrea could see that there were even short and curly red hairs growing directly out of her uncle's scrotal sack. She could see that his cock was so thick there was no way her fingers would make it all the way around the shaft.
At least not with the help of her long red fingernails.
By the same token she could see that his balls were much too big to be clenched in the palm of a single hand.. It wouldn't make any difference how far she stretched her palm or how far apart she spread her fingers.
"Give me the whole treatment, sweetheart. I want you to do it like you like me just like you do it for those city boys," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Yes, Uncle Jimmy," Andrea responded subserviently.
She could tell that his cock was going to get in her way with all of its bouncing up and down. She knew that she would have to do something to keep it still.
She reached up and touched the underside of Uncle Jimmy's prick.
"Ummmmmmmmmm, that feels mighty fine," he said.
She arched her right fingers at the knuckles so the could touch the underside of Uncle
Jimmy's prick stem with the fleshy part of her fingertips alone, without her nails getting in the way.
She pushed with her fingertips so that the tip of Uncle Jimmy's member moved upward toward his bare belly. She didn't stop pushing until his glans was pinned against his furry tummy.
She loved the way his stalk felt as it throbbed rhythmically against her sensitized digits. She ran her fingertips up and down the shaft.
"I like the way you touch me. You're real gentle."
Andrea was contemplating biting the man's dick off.
Andrea lowered her head and began to kiss and lick at the insides of Uncle Jimmy's super-thick thighs. She tugged his trousers down around his ankles.
She figured one of his thighs had greater girth than her waist. She could feel her nipples getting hard, in spite of herself. There was something about the raunchy odor of the man's crotch that turned the diminutive towhead on.
She started down by his knees which were bent slightly more now than before. His toes were clutching at the bottoms of his work boots.
She worked her mouth upward toward the base of his balls. She moved patiently. The man could feel his balls aching severely.
The ache was equally severe in his cock. The head of his dick felt ready to explode at any second.
His bulbous purple glans felt ready to burst because of the acute internal pressure it was experiencing.
Uncle Jimmy looked down and he could see his piss hole opening and closing more anxiously than before.
Andrea paused when her lips were a fraction of an inch from the base of Uncle Jimmy's dangling scrotum.
Uncle Jimmy could feel some hot moist breath from the girl's oral cavity beating upon his testicles.
His balls were very swollen. They felt as if they had grown to be three times their normal size!! !
He could feel the temperature of his silver seed steadily increasing. His come felt as if it were rapidly approaching the boiling point.
Uncle Jimmy could feel a tickle of manly sexual anticipation forming on the underside of his cock at the base. The tickle was growing in intensity precisely at the spot where his cock and balls came together. He could tell that that tickle could do nothing but mount, mount until it was no longer a tickle at all, but a raging comet-like fireball. Then his sexual arousal would have reached the saturation point. Then his orgasm would have reached the point of inevitability. That would be the point of no return for Uncle Jimmy. That would be the point when he knew he couldn't hold his seed inside a second longer.
"Lick my balls."
"Uncle Jimmy. . . "
"I said lick them!"
"Please don't make me."
"You want it, you slut."
"But I don't."
"I'll tell you what you want."
"Yes, sir."
Andrea parted her lips.
The diminutive towhead concentrated on making her tongue tip as pointy as possible. She placed the tip of her taster directly on Uncle Jimmy's scrotal sack.
"That's better, cunt. Now you've got the idea," he said.
The little blonde could feel the sweat dripping from her creased brow into her baby blue eyes. Her eyes were too close to his balls to focus on anything anyway, so she shut them.
"Lick my balls like you do for the city boys," he said.
Uncle Jimmy was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the lower half of his body still. He discovered that various muscles in his body were beginning to tense up on him involuntarily.
"Oooooh, now I can feel my ache starting to grow," he said.
Andrea's tongue was hesitant at first but her taster's sensuous movements quickly gained eagerness and enthusiasm. She began to lick with the flat part of her tongue.
"Oh yeah, baby, you have a talented mouth," he said.
Andrea lapped at the man's dangling balls until his entire scrotal sack was wet and shiny with the spittle that spilled from her steamy oral cavity.
"I'll bet your cunt is getting all worked up," he said.
Andrea could feel herself blushing when Uncle Jimmy said those words. She could feel her face getting very hot.
The diminutive towhead was embarrassed by these words because she knew they were completely true!! !
She could feel her pussy swelling. She could feel her cunt getting wet. In spite of her intense fear.
In spite of her disgust, the little blonde could feel her natural functions kicking into gear.
"Lick up under my balls now, cunt," he said sternly.
Andrea did as she was told without a peep of protest. She reached up and placed her left fingertips on the underside of his scrotal sack.
She wiggled her fingertips and fondled his nuts in this manner.
Then the little girl bobbed the man's swollen glands of masculinity up and down gingerly on her sensitized fingertips. She looked as if she were trying to judge the weight of his testicles.
Andrea found that the man's balls were heavy. Very heavy.
Andrea pushed her tongue up under his scrotal sack. She licked at the patch of skin between the man's balls and his ass-hole. She licked quite enthusiastically at this point. Her tongue was very wet. For a time her salivary gland had stopped functioning because of her fear.
But that condition had reversed herself once she started pleasure the sensitive areas between Uncle Jimmy's legs with her tongue. Her salivary gland had started cranking out a plethora of juice just as if her mouth were preparing itself for the inevitable violation it faced.
She was close to drooling. "Now suck my balls," Uncle Jimmy exclaimed fiercely.
Uncle Jimmy made it clear through his vocal intonations that he was not now nor would he ever be-in the mood to take no for an answer.
"But suck them gently. You don't want to hurt me, do you."
"I don't."
"Now you don't. Not if you want to keep your pretty face."
"You are a monster."
"That's right, baby."
"You seem proud of it."
"Why not. It's the only life I have known."
"I hate you!"
"I don't give a damn what you think of me, as long as you suck my balls."
"I have to don't I?"
"Absolutely. I'm a monster, and you are caught in my cage," he said.
Andrea could feel a wave of nausea sweeping through her and then passing.
"It is sort of like beauty and the beast, ain't it, cunt?"
"Uh huh," Andrea said. She was giving his nuts the eye. She knew that it would be a bad mistake to suck them too hard. She was going to have to suck with a controlled vacuum inside her oral cavity.
Andrea curled her lips over her teeth, covering her perfectly straight and pearly white choppers.
She wanted to make sure she didn't accidentally bite the man's nuts. That would be a mistake that could have dire consequences. Maybe even fatal consequences.
She curled her lips around his right testicle. She hollowed her cheeks slightly. She sucked gingerly. She kept her tongue busy at all times.
Andrea sucked and licked Uncle Jimmy's nut simultaneously.
"Yeah, baby, that's some good sucking," Uncle Jimmy said.
She pulled her mouth off of his nut and quickly began to repeat the process with its twin. Uncle Jimmy was gyrating his hips in slow sensuous circles by the time Andrea was through sucking his balls.
"Now it is time to do my cock," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Okay," Andrea said. With this comment her desire showed through.
"Why, I do think you are getting worked up," Uncle Jimmy said.
"It's not true," Andrea said with too much fervor. He could tell she was lying.
"I can see that your nipples are hard, cunt. I'll bet your pussy is wet."
"It is not!" she said with a red face. Her cunt was getting to be like swampland.
"The boys are gonna like you, Andrea,"
Uncle Jimmy said.
"Are they just as mean as you, Uncle Jimmy?" she asked.
"Hell, yes. I don't got no gentlemen or scholars at home."
"I gathered as much," Andrea said. She could tell by the look on Uncle Jimmy's face that the conversation had been ended. It was time for her to get down to business. She turned her left palm upward.
She pushed that palm under his scrotum. She stretched her palm and opened her dainty fingers apart as far as she could get them. She verified her earlier suspicion that she couldn't hold his entire scrotum in the palm of a single hand at once. She held what she could however.
She squeezed his nuts rhythmically in sync with his heartbeat.
She simulated the natural throbbing Uncle Jimmy was experiencing, down in his twin glands of masculinity in this sensuous manner. Uncle Jimmy moaned with the incestuous delight the little girl's fingers were giving him.
"Do my cock good now little cunt and I'll let you eat my come."
Andrea once again parted her lips and stuck her tongue out as far as she could get it. She placed the pointy tip of her tongue right at the base of his prick's shaft, on the underside. She touched the spot where Uncle Jimmy was feeling the ever-growing tickle of sexual anxiety.
She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She straightened her back and began to move her tongue up the shaft.
Toward the glans.
"That's it, cunt. Nice and slow, baby," Uncle Jimmy said.
He was moving his masculine lower torso with a greater frenzy than before. Andrea could tell that she was going to have to be ever-increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she planned to always keep her tongue and her lips where she wanted them.
She paused at the base of his cock head. Uncle Jimmy's whole body jerked when she licked that spot, so she correctly assumed that he was hypersensitive there.
Uncle Jimmy sounded as if he were about to swoon as the gorgeous teenager lapped at that magic spot. She licked him just below the split in the underside of his plum-like glans. She then ran the tip of her tongue right up that split, and she didn't stop until her tongue was right on the swollen little lips astride his opening and closing piss hole.
"YEAH!" Uncle Jimmy said.
She loosened the pressure on the underside of his cockshaft with her right fingertips just enough to allow his cock head to come away from his belly about an inch. The glans came away from his tummy far enough for the little girl to get her tongue at his lance's entire crown.
She flicked her tongue back and forth across his piss hole. She toyed with his urethra-using the pointy tip of her tongue. She pretended that she was trying to push the tip of her tongue right past that tiny mouth, right into the diminutive internal passageway.
Andrea rolled the sides of her tongue all around the man's glans, covering that stretched skin with her slippery saliva. She hummed to herself further betraying the incestuous lust she was feeling deep down inside.
Andrea was actually pleased to discover that the thin covering Uncle Jimmy's glans felt every bit as smooth on her aroused taste buds as it originally looked. She laved his glans closed her eyes. The sides of her precious little face were stained with the tracks of her tears.
She began to lick up and down the shaft of his prick. She licked with the flat part of her tongue. She laved his dong as if she were a little girl licking merrily at an all-day sucker. Uncle Jimmy was moaning and groaning with each and every one of his rapid exhales at that point.
His exclamations of manly lust were getting steadily louder and higher in pitch. She could tell that he had a hair trigger when it came to orgasms.
She was pleased about that.
It meant he would be able to keep his cock in her throat very long at all before blowing his load of creamy goo.
She pulled her fingertips away from the underside of his cock shaft. His cock bounced around freely before his masculinely sloped loins for a moment or two.
Then Andrea grabbed it and made a fist around it at the base.
She couldn't get her fingers all the way around the thickness of Uncle Jimmy's member, but her long red fingernails were touching the heel of her palm.
She squeezed his cock and his balls in sync with one another.
She moved the tip of his cock down toward her face and then toward her mouth. She contemplated the seemingly impossible task ahead of her. She forgot about her horniness for the time being.
She began to feel intense fear once again. Her icy sweat flowed freely. She could smell her own sweat. It didn't smell like the hot sweat of her exertion. Her cold sweat had a bitter scent.
It was an almondy scent. The scent of terror.
It was the scent of Satan himself, as far as she was concerned!
Andrea concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. She thought about breathing exclusively through her nose even though her mouth was open.
Soon this breathing technique would be a necessity for her. Her mouth would be full. Very full.
Her nostrils flared.
She made short, gasping snorting sounds as she breathed. She dropped her jaw and allowed her mouth to fall gaping open. The skin at the corners of her mouth stretched taut.
She once again concentrated on keeping her fleshy lips curled over her pearly white choppers. She didn't want to bite his cock any more than she had wanted to bite his balls.
She could feel her jaw starting to ache from being propped open so far. The discomfort began for the teenager almost immediately.
Her jaw was propped open so far that she feared it would lock in that position a malady that would probably strike her uncle as convenient.
She realized that she was going to have to thrust her personal discomfort into the back of her head.
The diminutive teenager knew she would have to thrust her pain as far from her stream-of-consciousness as she could get it. She would have to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving or else she would surely go mad with the pain.
She half-expected to hear the bones in her face cracking. Her mouth had not been opened so far since the last time she was in the dentist's chair.
"SUCK IT! COME ON CUNT! SUCK IT!" Uncle Jimmy said.
Andrea pushed forward with her head and shoulders. The head of Uncle Jimmy's cock pushed inside her mouth.
His cock head was so thick that it stretched the corners of her mouth back even more than they were already. Her eyes were closed tightly. Tears formed on her eyelashes. Her lashes were crushed against her high cheekbones.
Her eyelids were wrinkled.
She pushed forward with her face until she had her lips locked around the lower rim of his glans.
She had done it! She had opened her mouth far enough. And her teeth were not even touching his cock head.
Then Uncle Jimmy planted his palms deliberately on top of the precious teenager's beautiful golden head.
Uncle Jimmy pushed his fingertips through Andrea's thick golden tresses until he was pressing her pink scalp.
He then worked his fingers down the back of her head toward the base of her skull, toward the nape of her neck.
He pressed his blunt and filthy fingertips into the milky white flesh at the base of her neck.
He pressed hard enough to make the flesh pucker. He hurt her. He then turned his wrists so that his palms were covering the blonde's shell-like ears.
He pinned her ears against the sides of her head with his palms.
He held her head very tight, making it difficult for her to hear anything at all. She could hear only a swirling sound, like the wind rushing through the leaves inside her head.
She could hear Uncle Jimmy when he spoke to her but his voice sounded as if it were coming from someplace far, far away from where they really were.
"SUCK IT GOOD!" Uncle Jimmy said.
He held her head so tight that he was giving the little girl a headache. Uncle Jimmy's grip was so tight that Andrea couldn't help but fear he wanted to crush her skull.
Just as if it were a grape.
His grip was stringent.
She realized much to Andrea's dismay that she could no longer turn her face from side to side not even a fraction of an inch.
Andrea discovered that she could no longer pull away from Uncle Jimmy's loins with her head and shoulders.
She found that she could only move her face forward, and that made sense to her uncle. Forward was the only direction Uncle Jimmy was interested in. He began to push forward with his lower torso. Andrea could tell that the man had no intention of stopping the forward progress of his loins until each and every inch of his throbbing purple cock meat was down inside the little girl's straining gullet. She could feel herself weeping with her fear and she didn't want to do that because it would make her nose run. It would be harder than it was already for her to breathe if her button nose began to run.
"TAKE IT ALL!" Uncle Jimmy screamed.
Andrea found that she could move her knees back on the ground, and this pleased her. That meant that the diminutive towhead would be able to straighten her neck.
Andrea was smart enough to realize that the complete penetration of her gullet would be made more comfortable for both Uncle Jimmy and herself if her throat was straight.
She could feel the tip of his prick moving into the back of her mouth. She made a last-ditch attempt to relax the muscles astride her throat.
To no ones surprise, least of all Andrea's, all of her efforts along these lines were in vain.
There was no way she was going to relax the muscles down in her gullet. She was too frightened to relax anything at all.
"DOWN YOUR THROAT! SO TIGHT!" Uncle Jimmy screamed.
Andrea began to gag horribly the second the cock entered her throat. The pain was even worse than what she had been expecting and that was saying something.
Her tears flowed freely.
Her entire throat convulsed. She-likened the talents she would quickly have to learn with those of a sword-swallower in the circus. Only Uncle Jimmy was making her swallow a very fat sword indeed. She felt as if she had been stabbed in the gullet with a red hot poker. Uncle Jimmy had the muscles in the cheeks of his ass tensed. He was pressing his buttocks together as tightly as he could get them. He pushed the tip of his dick down her throat very slowly. She could feel her lips struggling as they crept toward the base of his dick. The tip of her button nose was getting closer and closer to the thick patch of red pubic hair growing around the base of the man's cock shaft. She felt a quick flash of panic when she realized she was not going to be able to breathe at all once her nose imbedded itself inside his pubic patch.
He finally got his cock all the way inside her. She felt like biting his sword off right at the hilt but she didn't do it. She was too frightened.
Her nose did imbed itself in his pubic patch.
She felt as if she were about to suffocate.
Uncle Jimmy didn't maintain the complete violation for long.
He pulled back with his tensed lower torso immediately. He didn't want to suffocate the little girl. He wanted he and his sons to have lots of fun with the beautiful little blonde during the course of the entire summer.
He pulled back slowly and he didn't stop until once again only the head of his dick was inside her mouth. Then he paused and took a deep breath.
"SO FUCKING TIGHT!" Uncle Jimmy hollered.
He then took a deep breath, grunted out the air, and stabbed his cock forward as hard as he could. He drove the entire length of his cock shaft into the little girl's throat in one fell swoop.
Her eyes opened wide.
So wide that the whites were visible all the way around her baby blue pupils. Her eyes bulged and bugged outward. Andrea could feel a tremendous pressure behind those orbs.
She was afraid.
She feared for a moment or two that her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets. She didn't want that to happen. Then her system calmed down and she realized that she was more shocked than hurt or injured by that rapid violation of her throat. The little girl had simply been unaware of the fact that her throat could go from completely empty to completely full with that kind of rapidity.
This was no longer just a simple blow job. No sirree.
This had turned into a full-fledged face fuck by this time.
He fucked her throat with a slow, steady motion. She could feel the intensity of her pain decreasing almost immediately. She figured this was most likely because the muscles in her gullet were already exhausted and no longer able to convulse with the earlier fury she had known. She could feel the sharp pain in her throat dulling into an ache. That ache then blended with the ache she had been feeling down between her legs all along. She found that her horniness was once again getting worse. She was confusing pain and pleasure such was the trauma that was being inflicted upon the gray matter of her brain. She could tell that by the time she summer was through her uncle and her cousins were going to train her to be a sex slave she was going to find that pain and pleasure would become all but indistinguishable inside her reeling mind. Her sexually aroused nervous-system was doing her a favor by translating her pain into pleasure, but this was a concept that wouldn't occur to Andrea until long after the dirty deed was done. At the time Andrea felt nothing but guilt over her horniness.
"TAKE IT! TAKE IT INSIDE YOUR THROAT!" Uncle Jimmy screamed.
His voice was very high in pitch by this time. The muscles in his neck were tensed. They were squeezing at his voice box. They were altering the product of his vocal cords.
He steadily increased the tempo of his fucking motion as he preceded. He could feel his sexual arousal approaching the saturation point in leaps and bounds by this time. He could tell that he wasn't going to be able to fuck the little girl's face for much longer.
Her nose was smashed again and again by his pubic bone, which hit her hard right through his thick patch of fiery red pubic hair.
All of his muscles stiffened.
His breathing was frighteningly quick.
Andrea sensed the end was near.
Andrea could feel the man's cock head getting a little bit thicker than before as he reached the point of no return, the point of orgasmic inevitability.
She could feel his cock head getting a little more engorged with blood and yet the damn thing did not explode.
The petite teenager would not have believed that this was possible if she hadn't felt it against her throat and the inside of her mouth for herself.
Andrea could feel the shaft of the man's cock getting thicker as well thicker and more urgently erect.
The little blonde feared that the man would want to shoot his wad while the entire length of his prick was down her throat. Andrea would have been very disappointed if that had happened.
He began to plow into her face as hard and fast as he could. Her nostrils were flaring more wildly than ever. A little moisture had formed around the edges of those rapidly opening and closing nostrils.
She didn't want him to come while he was all the way inside her because that would mean that his come would miss her tongue completely. She wouldn't get an opportunity to savor its flavor.
Andrea somehow knew his come would be delicious!! !
Much to the diminutive towhead's delight, he pulled back with his hips at the last second. She could tell that he was going to shoot his wad while just the head of his dick was in her mouth. That meant he would be blowing his wad right onto her tongue.
He arched his back and lifted his head. He turned his face upward toward the sky. His facial features contorted severely. So severely that he didn't even look like himself anymore. Actually, it was a bit of an improvement.
His back teeth had been clenched together, but at precisely the moment Andrea felt his cock start to spasm, Uncle Jimmy's mouth opened. His mouth opened just as far as hers. Now the skin at the corners of his lips was stretched taut too. His cock began to spasm wildly.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! ! ! " Uncle Jimmy screamed.
He then howled upward at the sky with a sound that didn't strike Andrea as even remotely human. Of course she heard an altered version of the scream because of the way Uncle Jimmy kept his palms over her ears. He howled like a wolf.
A werewolf. He sounded as if he were howling at an invisible moon. He sounded as if all of the remainder of his civilized behavior was being sucked right out of him along with his silver seed.
His piss hole opened until it was gaping too.
His come began to spurt down the shaft of his prick.
His volcano erupted.
His molten lava began to flow.
His first blast filled her mouth.
She puffed out her cheeks immediately.
She began to swallow just as fast.
She tried to hold all of his come.
But there was no way her efforts were in vain. There was just too much come and her mouth was too little.
Andrea could feel Uncle Jimmy's seed oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth, rolling down onto her face to cool and coagulate.
She could feel some of her uncle's come turning into a gelatin on the center of her chin. She managed to keep ninety percent of his come inside her mouth however. She had read somewhere along the line that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein, so that it was actually very good for her to drink.
She felt as if she were being fed a hot meal.
She knew that she would feel nourished when all was said and done. She could practically feel herself getting healthier as she sucked the stuff down. She found that there was not only more come than she had been expecting but it was hotter than she had anticipated as well.
She wondered if Uncle Jimmy were running a fever.
For a frightening moment or two Andrea feared that the mucous membranes on the inside of her oral cavity were being scalded by that living fluid.
She found that she had to wait for the come to cool off a little bit before she drank it.
The diminutive towhead was thrilled to discover that her Uncle Jimmy's silver seed was every bit as delicious as she had figured it would be.
She was determined to keep sucking at Uncle Jimmy's violently spasming member until his come was completely over. She wanted to suck every drop out of him.
She wanted his scrotal sack to be empty by the time she was through. She wanted his balls to be dried up like two bones left out to bleach in the summer sun.
She could feel the come slithering down the entire length of her recently ravaged gullet. She had been convinced that she would have a nasty sore throat when all was said and done.
But now she was no longer sure. She could feel the come soothing her throat's tissues, like a balm, on its way to the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her tummy.
She thought the come tasted fishy and salty. She found the flavor extremely refreshing. She thought his come tasted like the froth of the sea.
She thought Uncle Jimmy's come tasted like life itself.
She thought his come felt like raw egg whites as it slithered down her gullet and she correctly assumed that she would have been grossed out royally by this notion in all but a prurient context.
She found that the quantity of each come accompanying each of his cock's spasms diminished quickly following that huge first blast.
After the first squirt of Uncle Jimmy's ejaculation the little girl found that she had no trouble keeping all of his come inside her mouth.
She kept sucking him until his orgasm was over and it was not very hard at all for the little girl to determine when that point came.
Not only did the silver seed stop squirting from between the swollen lips astride Uncle
Jimmy's piss hole, but all of his muscles relaxed at the same time as well.
Uncle Jimmy found, once his orgasm was through, that he could once again completely fill his lungs with air. This was quite a relief to him.
Uncle Jimmy had not been able to breathe at all during the course of his orgasm. His bloodstream was starved for fresh oxygen. Uncle Jimmy busily went about the task of replenishing the supply.
He was still panting, but now his breaths were getting longer and slower instead of shorter and quicker. The hot sweat on his body began to cool.
Andrea was still gripping at his balls and now the shaft of his cock, using both her hands. Her grips were not as tight as before-not by a long shot. Andrea was holding onto Uncle Jimmy's cock and balls quite loosely out of respect for the unadulterated sexual satisfaction and appeasement the ugly man was experiencing.
Andrea left her mouth on the head of Uncle Jimmy's cock for a moment or two. It felt at home in there. She could feel the hot blood pumping back out of Uncle Jimmy's cock.
His cock was getting less erect. It became softer.
Skinnier. Shorter.
The lessening of girth in the man's cock head gave the little girl's jaw a chance to relax a little bit for the first time in what felt to her like ages.
He loosened his grip on her head and then removed his paws from her golden tresses completely. She pulled her mouth off of his cock head, but not very far.
Andrea stopped pulling back with her beautiful head and round shoulders when her upper lip was still a fraction of an inch away from Uncle Jimmy's piss hole.
She crossed her baby blue eyes and looked down past her button nose. She could see that Uncle Jimmy's piss hole and her upper lip were connected by a string of come. The come was bridging them. She pulled back with her head three more inches.
The string of come broke at its center. Half of the string fell onto the diminishing slope of the man's glans. The other half fell onto the little girl's front upper tooth. She pumped her right hand up and down his cock shaft a couple of times. She just wanted to make sure that there was not any come trapped inside her cock shaft uncomfortably.
Sure enough, there was.
She could see several droplets of dog water oozing out of his piss hole. She didn't allow that post-orgasmic fluid to remain at the tip of his dong for very long. Not for long at all.
She licked the droplets of watery goo from his urethra with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip. He moaned as she licked him.
His cock had lost the ability to defy the laws of gravity.
Only her hand was keeping the tip of his cock pointed at her by this time. She could tell that his prick would droop down between his super-thick and muscular thighs the second she pulled her hand away from it. His cock had shrunk to the point where the little girl could now get her fingers all the way around the stem without the help of her long red fingernails.
She could see that there was a thin film of come covering the entire head of the man's cock. She used her tongue to lap him clean.
She didn't stop laving his dong with the flat part of her taster until his cock was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making it wet and shiny was her own spittle.
Andrea then released her grip on the man's cock and balls at the same time and sure enough the tip of his cock pointed downward toward the ground.
"No that wasn't so bad, was it?" Uncle Jimmy asked.
"It hurt like hell for awhile," Andrea said with a croak.
The little girl sounded as if she had a frog in her throat.
"Well, you gottz to suffer, baby, if you're gonna give me the kind of pleasure I like," Uncle Jimmy said. He bent over and pulled up his own pants.
The little girl remained kneeling on the ground before him.
The gorgeous teenager correctly assumed that it would be a mistake for her to try and stand up before Uncle Jimmy gave her permission to do so.
"Wipe the come off your face, it's disgusting," he said.
"Sorry," she said and this was quickly done with leaves.
She didn't know why she was apologizing. It was his come!
"Now get up and get back in the car," Uncle Jimmy said.
"What are we going to do now?" Andrea asked meekly.
"It's time for you to meet your three cousins, cunt," he said.
"Must you call me that?" Andrea said indignantly.
"Yeah. You are just a cunt to me," Uncle Jimmy replied.
"This is like a nightmare that is all too real," she said.
"Why, things are just beginning for you," Uncle Jimmy said.
"You mean that things are going to get worse?" Andrea asked.
"Little cunt, things are going to get much worse," he said.
Uncle Jimmy laughed at this point until there were tears in his eyes.
"What do I have to do for you to let me go,? " Andrea asked.
"Go? Where?" Uncle Jimmy asked. He was taking her into a deep woods along a dirt road. She thought he had asked a very good question. She didn't even have enough money to take a bus back where she came from.
Uncle Jimmy had written and said that Andrea wouldn't need any money. He would take care of everything. She wondered about her own father. She wondered if her father knew her uncle at all. She figured there had to be some mistake. She couldn't really be related to this monster. She thought of the man in the picture Uncle Jimmy had sent.
Distinguished.
Handsome.
The sons were all upstanding individuals too.
Andrea had a sneaking suspicion that her cousins were going to be just as beastly as her uncle. She was filled with intense hopelessness and despair as she rounded the corner in the dirt road and saw, for the first time, the shack where she was to spend the summer with four horny males. She thought she was going to puke.
"Oh my God," Andrea said.
"Home sweet home," Uncle Jimmy replied.
"It's horrible," she said.
"You'll get used to it. Besides that's the main house. You aren't good enough to sleep in there. We are going to make you sleep in the barn with the pigs," Uncle Jimmy said.
Uncle Jimmy called the boys and they came running out to the car. All three of them gawked when they got their first glimpse of their beautiful blonde cousin.
"Wow," Bobby said.
"She's beautiful," Marvin said.
"Like an angel," Slapsie said.
"Like a lady and shit," Bobby concluded.
The three brothers verified that their Daddy had already gotten his rocks off on the little girl.
Marvin, Bobby and Slapsie then began to have a terrific argument about who was going to get to fuck her first.
CHAPTER THREE
"But how is that possible, Daddy," Bobby asked.
"Our three cocks won't fit inside her pussy," Slapsie commented.
"It might be fun to try, though," Marvin concluded.
"You don't all fuck her in the cunt, stupid," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Then how do we fuck her," Bobby inquired with a frown.
"She's got three holes and you have got three cocks," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Oh, we each get to fuck her in a different hole," Slapsie said.
"Bright boy! Don't I have bright boys, cunt?" Uncle Jimmy said.
"Very bright," Andrea said with the epitome of disgust in her voice.
"Who gets to fuck her in which hole?" Marvin inquired.
"I guess we will draw straws to decide that," Uncle Jimmy said.
"I'll go get the straws," Slapsie volunteered quickly.
And so this was done. Bobby got the long straw, Slapsie got the medium-sized straw, and Marvin got the long straw.
That meant that Bobby got to fuck the girl in the pussy, Slapsie got to fuck her pooper, and Marvin got to fuck her mouth.
Marvin would get to fuck the little girl in the mouth just as his Daddy had already done once that day.
All three of the boys were more than happy with the outcome.
"I just love hot pussy," Bobby exclaimed gleefully.
"I love taking chicks up the poop-chute," Slapsie said.
"I can't look at that mouth without imagining it sucking me," Marvin said.
"Time for you to get out of your clothes, cunt," Uncle Jimmy said.
"You guys wouldn't consider reconsidering, huh?" she said.
"STRIP!" Uncle Jimmy screamed, balling up his right fist.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm getting naked already," Andrea said.
She unbuttoned her blouse as all four of them gawked at her.
"I can't believe those tits are for real!" Bobby said happily.
"Ummmmmmm, they look like melons," Slapsie commented.
"I'll bet her ass is just as sweet," Marvin added thoughtfully.
All three brothers were getting boners inside their drawers.
"This must be the ultimate embarrassment," Andrea whined.
"No way," Bobby replied, shaking his head from side to side.
"We can embarrass you a lot worse than this," Marvin said.
"We are gonna make you wish you was dead," Slapsie said.
Uncle Jimmy crossed his strong arms on his chest and laughed.
Andrea took her blouse all the way off. Her tits bobbed up and down as she tossed her shirt aside.
Andrea's nipples were hard. She could feel herself getting horny in spite of herself once again.
She could feel the blood rushing rapidly down into her cunt. Her pussy was swelling quite rapidly.
Her cunt was getting wet. Her breasts felt swollen. Her ass-hole was tingling. Her rectum was throbbing.
Andrea had never taken a cock up her ass before though she had thought about it when playing with herself.
She had even thought about it that very day, while jerking herself off in the bus' diminutive rest room.
She didn't think that getting her cherry popped was going to be anything like this, of course. She was scared.
Still, her body was reacting sexually just as if she were with the four guys in the world she liked most.
At first the little girl's anal horniness focused exclusively on the outside of her rectum, at the mouth.
But as Andrea continued to take off her tight feminine clothes she could feel the desire spreading inward.
Andrea could feel her anal yearning spreading inward to completely fill her tight tubular sphincter muscle.
The little blonde teenager could feel the craving moving right up into her colon into the pit of her bowels.
The boys all anxiously got out of their clothes as well, and Andrea was not surprised to see they all had boners.
She could see that Bobby, Slapsie and Marvin all had peckers almost as big as her Uncle Jimmy's dick.
She could feel her natural lubrication pooling at the base of her pussy, at the mouth of her pink fuck hole.
Her poontang's juices were accumulating in between the little blonde protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
She could feel her juices starting to spill out of her when she pulled her pants and panties down together.
Andrea could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs like nectar oozing from a split peach.
Bobby stretched out on his back and folded his hands behind his head so that his elbows were pointing outward in opposite directions. His legs were straight.
Bobby's knees and ankles were close together. His cock flopped onto his belly. His dick flopped up and down on top of Bobby's flat stomach.
Andrea found that she could not look at his cock flopping in that manner without imagining that it was doing some sort of modern dance. She licked her lips without thinking about it.
Bobby began to rock back and forth, shifting his weight from one cheek of his ass to the other. He was already panting with lust. His balls were swollen.
Andrea was ordered to move so that she was straddling the redheaded boy's hip's. She knelt with one knee on either side of Bobby's loins.
Andrea tried to imagine that she was about to be fucked by three very handsome men. She told herself that she should do her best to give all three siblings as much pleasure as possible.
She closed her eyes and she began to stroke Bobby's chest. She was very pleased that none of the brothers had tried to kiss her on the mouth.
Andrea figured she would puke up her guts right then and there if any of those half-witted siblings tried to put their disgusting mouths on I her rosy and precious lips.
Andrea rubbed the fleshy part of her fingertips back and forth across Bobby's nipples. The boy's nipples became hard and erect, just like a woman's would have.
Andrea was smart enough to know that a male's nipples could be every bit as sensitive as a female's if the given male were acutely sexually aroused.
There was no doubt in Andrea's mind that Bobby was acutely horny. Hell, the head of his fucking cock looked as if it might explode at any second.
Andrea stroked on either side of the boy's bouncing dick. She scratched at his masculinely sloped loins with the tips of her long red fingernails.
She then arched her fingers at the knuckles and lightly stroked at the underside of Bobby's cock shaft, as well as the underside of his glans.
Andrea pushed her fingertips in between the shaft of Bobby's cock and the flat, muscular plain of his belly. She had her palm turned upward.
She curled her fingers around the shaft of Bobby's dick and lifted his cock head from his tummy. She rubbed his piss hole with the fleshy part of her thumb.
She lifted the tip of his cock up to her cunt slash.
Andrea used Bobby's piss hole to rub her clitoris for a second.
She thought that felt good but it was no longer what she wanted most.
Andrea was getting all caught up in the hot sexual action. She was anxious to get that thick cock up her cunt just as anxious as Bobby.
The little girl then ran the tip of his prick up and down the entire length of her pussy slash. She covered his glans with a liberal layer of her natural lubrication.
She knew that it would be a lot easier to get his thick pole in her tight hole if both his cock and her cunt were wet with her slippery secretions.
CHAPTER FOUR
Andrea moved the head of Bobby's cock down toward the base of her poontang slash very slowly.
The diminutive towhead was concentrating on relaxing the muscles astride her precious pink pussy.
She knew that her cunt lips were going to have to stretch open very far to take just his cock head.
She tried to imagine how deep inside her lower belly the tip of his cock would have to push before her inner cunt lips would have the honor of gripping that spear at the hilt.
Her imagination failed to conjure this image. She began to whimper as she adjusted her lower torso so that her pink internal passageway would be at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration. She sensed by the rise of Bobby's loins that he was tensing the muscles in the cheeks of his ass beneath him. He was pressing his buttocks together as tightly as he could get them. He was making his ass cheeks as hard as a pair of rocks. He had them pressed together those tiny buns of his so tightly that the world's strongest man would not even have been able to pry them apart not even if he had been allowed to use a crow bar to do his prying for him. Andrea felt as if she were straddling a skyscraper at that moment a structure like the Empire State Building.
She felt as if she were going to have to impale herself with that skyscraper, lower herself on that phallically shaped object until her feet were firmly planted on the sidewalk at its base.
Bobby reached up and held the little girl at the sides of her waist. He could make his thumbs meet at her concave and dimpled bellybutton and the tips of his middle fingers meet at the small of her back at the same time. She could feel the pressure on her cunt increasing rapidly. But she didn't open for him.
She was too frightened to open up for Bobby Dorkin's purple glans.
She chewed her bottom Up and feared that he wouldn't be able to get inside her. She knew that if he tried to fuck her and failed he would be very angry with her.
She knew that he could find peculiar and super-sadistic ways to hurt her ways that she had not even considered. Ways she was unable to consider.
Bobby was not as quick to panic as the little girl he held.
He knew there was only one thing that would get his humongous pole inside her tight pink hole. Brute force! That happened to be something that Bobby had plenty of.
The redheaded teenager took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. His already oversized nostrils flared so that they looked like a two-car garage.
He then let out all of the air at once and stabbed upward with his lower torso. He stabbed upward as hard as he possibly could. Andrea's mouth and cunt opened at the same time and both opened as far as they could possibly go. Andrea could feel the mouth of her fuck hole stretching taut as the cunt lips parted to let his glans inside. She could feel the head of his cock pressing into her and she knew that there was no way he was going to stop pressing until he was all the way inside. She was tight from fear yet she was wet. They both knew that he would eventually be able to get all the way up inside her soft white underbelly.
It was just going to take a little bit of time that was all.
"How does that feel? How does my cock feel inside your pussy?" Bobby said. His voice was breathless. He spit out his words like so many watermelon seeds.
Bobby's words came out like machine-gun fire when he spoke.
"It's so thick. Your cock is so thick! Too thick for my pussy! Ohhhhh, you are hurting me, Bobby. You are hurting me with that fat cock of yours," Andrea screamed.
"Yeah, cunt. That is the whole idea. I am going to hurt you and my two brothers are going to hurt you. We are going to give you the kind of pain that a woman needs," Bobby said.
"No, it's not true. I will never let you make me enjoy it. I will fight you all fucking summer if I have to but I will never allow you to make me like it," she said.
"You are a bate-faced liar, cunt," Uncle Jimmy said with an intrinsically evil snarl. "You are soaking wet down there. You like it already."
Andrea could feel the tip of Bobby's cock pushing deeper up into her pussy a fraction of an inch at a time. Her sense of time and space was warped by the intensity of the sensations and the emotions she was experiencing at that moment. Andrea could tell that she was never going to be the same ever again after this summer. She could tell that the course of her life was being altered by these events
Then she felt the tip of his cock smack hard at the dimpled mouth of her womb. She could feel the tip of Bobby's member touching her cervix for the first time.
She groaned deeply and purred like a cat with that intimate internal contact. She forgot all about pretending she didn't like it. She liked it all right. She liked it a lot!! !
"Shit, she's hotter than a pepper sprout inside her pussy," Uncle Jimmy said. Some spittle had gathered at the corners of his obscene mouth. He wiped them off with the back of his huge paw.
Uncle Jimmy was getting horny once again. The face fuck that he had administered to the diminutive towhead had not appeased his libido for very long. Not very long at all. By the time the triple fuck was through, he was going to be ready to take another crack at the gorgeous teenager himself.
Andrea could feel a thunderbolt of pleasure shoot up and down the entire length of her spine all the way from the base of her skull to her tailbone when Bobby's massive purple glans smacked into the mouth of her womb on the upper roof of her inner poontang. Her natural lubrication continued to drool down the insides of the little girl's perfectly tapered and milky white thighs as their loins became increasing close to one another. Their breathing was in sync with one another. They were both panting wildly.
She could feel the tip of his prick touching the back wall of her cunt.
This was thrilling to the little girl because there were still several inches of cock meat at the base of Bobby's prick that were remaining to be inserted.
She knew just how far she was going to have to stretch to take him.
She knew she could do it. She began to push down with her femininely sloped loins a little bit harder than before. Those last few inches were going to be tough ones.
" AAA ARRRRGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " she exclaimed as the last of his prick pushed inside.
His redheaded pubic patch pressed against her blonde bush. Their loins pressed together and her tits were flattened against the front of his upper torso.
He could feel how hard her nipples were. Their faces were getting dangerously close together as far as the pretty little blonde was concerned. Her fears that her ugly cousin might try to kiss her on the mouth were renewed. But Bobby was only interested in his cock not in his mouth.
"OH OH OH OH OH! I CAN FEEL YOU FILLING ME UP!"
"You sure do have a tight pussy, baby," Bobby slobbered.
"Don't start fucking her yet, Bobby'" Slapsie called out.
"Why not? It feels so fucking good in here," Bobby said.
"I gotta get in her ass yet and that ain't gonna be easy."
"Don't make him aim at a moving target," Uncle Jimmy said.
That clinched it. It was decided that no one would start their natural in and out fucking motion until all three had their cocks all the way inside their respective holes.
"Oh man, I am gonna die! I am gonna fucking croak," Bobby screamed.
"Easy boy," Uncle Jimmy said. "Fucking ain't killed no one yet!"
Andrea kicked her legs out behind her and sprawled flat out on top of Bobby. She buried her face against the side of his thick dirty neck so he would not be able to kiss her.
She kept her thighs parted.
She could feel her ass-hole throbbing more intensely than before more intensely than ever before.
Slapsie wasted no time getting himself ready. He spit on his hand and began to lubricate his prick with his own spittle. He covered the shaft of his member with saliva and then put extra drool on the head of his dick, where the lubrication was most essential. He knelt beside the little girl's ass and massaged her ass cheeks. He was unaware that he was caressing his brother's dick at the same time. He touched her ass cheeks gingerly and then kneaded them roughly with strong hands. He dug his fingers down into the crack of her ass and then began to pull her ass cheeks open. He didn't stop tugging her fanny open until her cheeks were parted as far as they could possibly go.
CHAPTER FOUR
Andrea Dorkin could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretching taut and the tips of Slapsie's thumbs pushed right into the flesh on either side of her rectum.
Slapsie decided that it would be a good idea to get some of his spittle up .inside the little girl's ass-hole also. It wasn't that he wanted to keep the diminutive teenager's inevitable pain to a minimum or anything like that. He was interested in his own comfort exclusively. He just wanted to make sure his member's journey down Tootsie-Roll Boulevard was as smooth as possible.
Slapsie held the little girl's ass cheeks open with his left hand exclusively. He spit a plentiful glob of saliva onto his right fingertips.
Slapsie slapped the spittle onto the little girl's throbbing and quivering ass-hole. He rubbed the spittle around with a slow, sensuous motion.
Slapsie wanted to push some of the spittle right up inside her anus as well, and he correctly assumed that his middle finger was perfect for the job.
He poised the tip of his longest digit on the blonde teenager's pooper and snapped his wrist. He drove the entire length of his finger inside her.
He didn't stop pushing until her pink ass-hole was gripping his finger at the third knuckle.
He pushed his finger into her rudely. She grunted.
Andrea realized that there was only a thin wall of pink flesh between her colon and her inner cunt.
The diminutive towhead knew that that wall would be stretched very thin when she was forced to take two penises down there at the same time.
There was a good chance that that wall of flesh was about to be stretched thinner than it had ever been stretched before in Andrea's entire life.
For that matter, Andrea was thinking that her ass-hole itself was about to be stretched further than it had ever gone before. The little girl could tell that Slapsie's cock was certainly thicker than anything she had ever forced out of her pink puckered nether eye. Of this she was sure.
The little blonde would have remembered a turd with that kind of girth.
She wondered if her ass-hole was going to be stretched further than it was supposed to go, like a rubber band that is forced to snap from too much potential energy.
She could feel her ass yearning to be stretched, however so Andrea was pleased to discover that her panicky feelings of terror were quite transient in nature.
She could feel Slapsie rudely wiggling his finger around inside her ass. He was bending his finger at the knuckles so he could use the tip of his digit to press against varying spots within her colon with various pressures. He then worked his finger in and out of her anus, buggering her with his digit. She could feel her ass-hole being pushed and pulled. He could feel her anus gripping and squeezing at his finger, tugging it deeper inside. Sucking on it.
He couldn't wait to find out how that super-tight ass-hole was going to feel when it squeezed and sucked ever more tightly at the base of his dick!! !
"I feel like I am I am going to burst inside!" she screamed.
"Come on, Slapsie. Let's get a move on," Uncle Jimmy said.
"There are others waiting, you know," Marvin said impatiently.
"Yeah, like me, goddammit," Bobby exclaimed wildly.
Bobby's cock was throbbing inside her pussy more fiercely than ever.
"Okay, okay, okay," Slapsie said. He had a smirk on his face.
He pulled his finger all the way out of the little girl's bunghole.
"I'm I'm I'm on fire down there," Andrea called out.
Her voice was shrill with the intensity of her sexual excitement.
"Some good old fashioned sodomy! Does my heart good," Uncle Jimmy said.
The older man was close to slobbering as he rubbed his palms together.
Slapsie climbed on top of the little girl and pushed the head of his cock into the crack of her ass. If all of that weight was too much on Bobby's chest the boy didn't bother to mention it.
Slapsie continued to hold the little girl's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go with his left hand. He ran the tip of his prick up and down the entire length of her ass crack-all the way from the very top of the crack to the base of her pussy, where the base of Bobby's member was stretching the tissues. The little girl could hear herself whimpering and shivering with deep sexual anticipation each and every time the tip of Slapsie's pecker made direct contact with the mucous membranes of her ass-hole. The boy then stopped moving his cock up and down with the fingertips on his right hand.
"Please. . .Please! PUH-LEASE!" Andrea called out.
"Please what?" Slapsie asked. He used a mocking tone of voice.
"Please stick it inside me deep inside me," she screamed.
"Stick it inside where?" Slapsie said, his grin getting broader.
"STICK IT INSIDE MY ASSHOLE! DEEP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE!" she screamed.
Slapsie began to push down with his masculine lower torso. She could feel the pressure increasing rapidly on her ass-hole. She concentrated on relaxing the ring of muscle at the mouth of her rectum.
Andrea could feel her ass-hole starting to open. She could feel all of the puckers in her anus being smoothed as her ass-hole began to stretch as it had never stretched before. She cried out as the head of his cock pushed inside. She could feel her bunghole gripping tightly at the top of his cock shaft just below the lower rim of his cap-like glans. He kept pushing. He took her slowly. She could tell that his cock shaft was plenty long enough and plenty thick enough to appease her deep-anal desires. She could tell that he wasn't going to stop pushing downward with his lower torso until each and every inch of his cock meat was inside her ass-hole. He wasn't going to stop pushing until her ass-hole was gripping his fleshy sword at the hilt. She could feel the tip of his prick pushing past her tight tubular sphincter muscle tight into the softer and more elastic tissues of her colon. She could feel sharp pains inside her as the walls of her inner ass were stretched too far. She could feel something warm and sticky inside her ass and it took her a moment or two to figure out what it was. Then it occurred to her. It hit her like a ton of bricks. The fluid she was feeling inside her colon was blood. He was opening wounds within her with his fleshy sword.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! I CAN'T STAND IT!
I CANT STAND IT FOR ANOTHER SECOND THE SENSATIONS ARE TOO MUCH! THEY ARE MUCH TOO MUCH! I CAN FEEL MYSELF TEARING! I CAN FEEL MYSELF TEARING DEEP INSIDE DEEP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE! I CAN TELL THAT YOUR FAT COCK IS GOING TO BE WEARING A CRIMSON COAT BY THE TIME THIS BRUTAL BUGGERY IS COMPLETE!" Andrea screamed out, bizarrely, at the top of her lungs.
Yet, at the same time she could feel the tip of his cock getting closer and closer to the focal point of her anal desires a spot very deep inside the pit of her bowels, near the very core of her smelliest womanhood. The Little girl could feel herself being impaled by two cocks at the same time. She found that her ass-hole and her cunt were becoming all but indistinguishable inside her reeling brain. She could tell that something marvelous was going to happen inside her body when the tip of the boy's cock meat struck that magic spot that maddening and yearning sexual itch that was demanding to be scratched. Bobby and Slapsie could feel the throbbing of each other's cocks through the amazingly thin wall of flesh that separated them. Their balls were touching as well. They were having the time of their lives. Now that she had taken two whole cocks inside her she was still only two-thirds of the way home. Marvin knelt at the head of the back and pried the little girl's mouth open as far as it could go with his thumbs. She thought he was going to break her jaw as he did that. She could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth stretching taut. Slapsie was finding it just as difficult to restrain himself from fucking in and out as Bobby had all along. Now both Bobby and Slapsie urged Marvin to hurry up.
Marvin pushed the head of his cock anxiously into Andrea's mouth, then down into her throat. She began to gag immediately. He kept pushing. The convulsions in her throat pleasured his prick as he entered her. She straightened her neck for the complete violation of her gullet just as she had when the old man fucked her precious kisser earlier in the day. She struggled to keep her teeth off Marvin's prick.
She could tell that he wasn't going to stop pushing until his balls were on her chin. And that was exactly what he did. She had done it.
Andrea had managed to take three cocks inside her at once. For a moment she forgot about her ultimate embarrassment, humiliation, degradation and shame.
Andrea at that moment with three pricks throbbing inside her motionless felt proud.
CHAPTER FIVE
Uncle Jimmy gave the cue. "ONE TWO THREE GO!! ! ! ! "
All three of the ugly man's sons began to fuck together.
Bobby, Slapsie and Marvin began to pull out together and push in together. The movements of their slender lower torsos was in sync with one another.
Andrea could feel herself beginning to orgasm almost immediately.
The pretty little blonde girl could feel herself starting to come in ways she could not have thought was possible. She occasionally felt as if she were having more than one orgasm at a time.
Andrea could feel the inside of her pussy spasming wildly.
She could feel the sharp deep-vaginal orgasm shooting up and down her spine. She would have screamed bloody murder with pleasure except her mouth was full.
The pleasure that the little blonde teenager was experiencing down below both in her ass-hole and her cunt was so intense that she was only vaguely aware of the discomfort she was experiencing in her throat. The little girl's choking stopped only when the muscles surrounding her gullet became exhausted. She could feel the girth of Bobby's cock forcing the little girl's clitoral foreskin up and down over her love button. Bobby's cock was so thick that it was battering her clitoris back and forth just as if it were a small punching bag being worked over expertly and rhythmically by a particularly talented boxer. She could feel herself orgasming clitorally as well. She felt as if she were coming clitorally and deep-vaginally simultaneously. Her ugly and horny cousins were teaching her what multiple-orgasms were all about!! ! ! !
The boys managed to keep the movements of their asses in sync with one another even as they steadily increased the tempo of the fantastic triple-fuck!!
Andrea could feel the focal point of her anal desire being stroked again and again harder and harder by Slapsie's glans. She could feel the horniness inside the pit of her bowels getting a little bit more intense with each and every one of Slapsie's brutal buggering strokes. She could feel herself being savagely sodomized by her cousin. She could tell that there was going to be a lot of blood in the cleavage between her round, milky white buttocks by the time the savage sodomy was over. Yet, she could feel the explosions of womanly bliss starting up inside her colon. She could feel herself experiencing orgasmic sensations that didn't seem to have anything at all to do with either her inner cunt or her clit.
The little blonde was coming deep inside her ass-hole.
She could feel her mind being boggled by her intense sensations.
Her clit, inner cunt, and bowels convulsed for a few seconds all at the same time.
The boy's had their act together there could be no denying that.
They acted as if they had rehearsed this triple-fuck a thouand times or more in the past when the truth Of the matter was that this was the first time the three brothers had all been inside the same girl at the same time. They had their act together so well that they even shot their rocks off at more or less the same time. Slapsie was a stroke or two behind his brothers in the climax department but no one seemed to notice.
There was a time when all four of them were battling in the throes of their ecstasy simultaneously.
Uncle Jimmy clapped his hands together. He had a boner and a half. The three brother all pulled their cocks out of the girl once their orgasms were through. Andrea stayed on the ground. She rolled naked in the dirt . She moaned and rocked back and forth. Her feeling of disgust and sexual appeasement were swimming around inside her brain. Her stream-of-consciousness was in dissarray.
Andrea could feel her thoughts scattering in a thousand different directions at the same time. She couldn't hold onto a single thought for more than the most minute fraction of a second.
Flip her over and hold her down boys!" Uncle Jimmy said.
"You gonna fuck her now, Daddy?" Bobby asked, smacking his lips.
"You better believe it. I'm gonna give her a good fucking," the older man said.
"I want to watch that action," Slapsie said eagerly.
"I'm gonna turn her pussy inside out with my cock," Uncle Jimmy said.
The little girl was flipped over on her back. She stared into the sun.
Uncle Jimmy mounted the girl and pushed his cock head against her pussy.
"Come on, baby, make this one easy for Uncle Jimmy," the man said.
Her pussy was all stretched and open from the intense balling it had just received. She gasped when her pussy opened rather easily to let Uncle Jimmy's cock inside. He filled her to the brim, as she had never been filled before. She could feel the blood and the come continuing to ooze out of her ass-hole as she lay sprawled on her back on the earth. There was not a cloud in the sky. The sky was every bit as blue as the diminutive towheaded teenager's eyes.
She could feel him continuing to press down with his tensed ass cheeks in spite of the fact that his cock was already all the way inside her.
She could feel this pressure giving her cunt the illusion that it was being penetrated and violated even deeper than before. She felt impaled just like a butterfly on a pin. She had come on her face. There was come already i nside her cunt being pressed against the inner walls of her stretched pussy by the bulk of the older man's dick. The little girl could feel her Uncle Jimmy grinding his pubic bone against hers. She could feel him gyrating his hips, using his bold and curious cock to probe her most private internal pussy tissues. She could feel the head and shaft of Uncle Jimmy's member stretching her inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in every possible direction. After what seemed like an eternity to the little girl, Uncle Jimmy began to pull up with his hips. He pulled up until only the head of his cock was inside her, creating a void within her lower belly that yearned to be completely filled.
He took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air and then rammed down with his hips as hard as he could while grunting out all of that air at once loudly. He drove the entire length of his cock into her cunt in one fell swoop and the girl let out a grunt of her own. Her pussy made a farting noise as he stabbed into her violently in that manner, as gas and liquid were forced from her most-private internal passageway. Uncle Jimmy began to fuck the little girl with a smooth steady motion. She could feel the tip of his cock smacking hard against her cervix again and again harder and harder and he had only fucked her for a matter of seconds before she came for the first time. She could tell that she was going to come many times with Uncle Jimmy's prick inside her cunt probably more times than she could ever count.
Her come was short and sharp, yet it made her brain spin. She felt as if the world were spinning around her. She cried out. She could feel her second come starting up as Uncle Jimmy gave it to her cunt harder and harder. She was delighted to discover that her second come was even more intense than her first and it lasted longer as well. Then she had her third come. At that point the little girl stopped counting. Numbers no longer mattered. Only the intensity of her sensations mattered.
CHAPTER SIX
In retrospect, Andrea Dorkin would come to believe that she would not have been able to count all of the orgasms her Uncle Jimmy gave her even if she had been in the mood to try.
It got to the point where her comes were running together so that it was all but impossible to distinguish between them. The final convulsion of one orgasm began to coincide with the first spasm of the following orgasm so that it felt a hell of a lot more like she was having one continuous orgasm than like she was having a whole bunch of shorter climaxes strung closely together. She was having so much physical enjoyment that she wondered if it was going to make her pass out. She had her eyes closed tightly and she could see bright flashes of light on the insides of her eyelids. She could feel tears drooling from the corners of her eyes, rolling slowly down onto her high cheekbones. Her lips were parted and writhing over her teeth. Her button nose was moving up and down so that the cutest little crinkles were forming across its bridge. As her nose moved up and down in that fashion it made her look like a bunnyrabbit that was sniffing curiously at a patch of green clover. Her lips stretched back across her front teeth so that her facial expression had contorted itself into a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.
The little girl lost all sense of time and space. She had no idea how long any of this had lasted. The sun was still high in the sky.
She had only been in the Wellington Wells area for a few hours and already she had suffered enough trauma to last a lifetime. Her pleasure continued to mount.
She felt completely weightless as if she were floating upward toward the sky. She felt as if she were about to go for a ride on Cloud Nine.
She lifted her feet from the ground. The boys no longer had to hold her down. The weight of Uncle Jimmy's body was doing that sufficiently.
She could tell that her pleasure was not going to end, but was going to continue to mount, as long as Uncle Jimmy was plowing the shit out of her, turning her pink-lipped poontang inside out with his savage humping stroke.
She could tell that her seemingly endless ecstasy could only terminate when Uncle Jimmy ended the whole sex act by depositing his creamy silver seed deep inside her soaking wet honey pot, well past the mouth of her aching womb.
Uncle Jimmy could feel that moment coming upon him. He could feel his sexual arousal rapidly approaching the saturation point. He thought he would be able to fuck her for close to forever before he would have to worry about spilling his seed.
After all, the ugly man already had one come under his belt. "I'm so close so fucking close!" Uncle Jimmy exclaimed.
"Come inside me, Uncle Jimmy! Deep inside me," she hollered.
Andrea pointed her toes upward at the sky. She hugged snugly at the slender sides of Uncle
Jimmy's humping hips as she straightened her knees.
The petite blonde made a perfect vee with her lovely legs.
She then turned her toes inward, toward one another. She crossed her ankles and lowered her heels to the small of his back. Her toes now clutched desperately until they turned white at the balls of her feet.
She draped her arms under his and across his strong back.
She clutched at her Uncle Jimmy with all four of her limbs simultaneously in this manner. She scratched between his shoulder blades with the very tips of her long red fingernails.
Uncle Jimmy could tell that he wasn't going to be able to hold back for much longer. He could tell that he only had a few strokes worth of fucking left in him by this time.
Uncle Jimmy decided to give it everything he had. He cranked his hips into high gear and moved his ass cheeks up and down as fast as he possibly could.
Uncle Jimmy's hips were a blur to his sons' naked eyes.
Andrea thought the inside of her cunt might be blistered by the heat of the friction inside her, but she still could not stop coming.
Then Uncle Jimmy rammed his cock all the way into the little girl.
This time he kept his cock in there. She was so tight. So very tight. She was so little, so preciously little. She was so young. So criminally young!! !
Uncle Jimmy's cock grew inside her as his libido reached the point of no return. His shaft became thicker his erection more turgid.
He began to squirt. He flooded her cunt with come. Semen oozed out of the gaping mouth of her fuck hole. Uncle Jimmy howled like a wolf.
"OH YEAH! CUNT! SUCK MY COCK WITH YOUR CUNT!"
Andrea could feel herself snapping off her last climax of the incestuous coupling at that moment, her umpteenth orgasm of the fuck and she was pleased to discover that her last release was by far her longest and most intense.
"DRAIN ME DRY! SUCK ME DRY WITH YOUR TIGHT PUSSY!"
And that was just what Andrea did. She was so open and so relaxed with exhaustion and horniness that she could control her inner cunt muscles perfectly. She found that she could use the muscles inside her pussy to maximize the pleasure in his prick.
They were coming simultaneously singing a duet in homage to the ecstasy they shared.
Then the moment of bliss was over and he collapsed on top of her.
The weight of his upper torso was so great upon her breasts that she couldn't breathe. Her huge tits were flattened like pancakes.
He could feel her nipples throbbing against his chest right through the thick rug of fiery red hair that covered the front of his upper torso.
He lifted off of her so she could catch her breath. He pressed down against the ground with the palms of his hands on either side of her head his fingers parted to lift his chest of her humongous boobs.
"That was great," Uncle Jimmy said, drawing the back of his hand across his brow. He was still out of breath and his face was just as red as his hair. His face was so flushed that his freckles looked like speckles of buttermilk across the bridge of his nose.
He pulled out of her.
He stood. Once again she remained on the ground. She didn't even know if she could get up. She felt as if she would never be able to get her knees together again. She could tell that she was going to have to walk bow-legged for a few days. She couldn't imagine feeling more thoroughly fucked than she felt at that moment. .
She was used.
Abused.
"What are we gonna do now, Daddy?" Bobby asked anxiously.
"You mean you boy's ain't had enough fun yet?" Uncle Jimmy asked.
"Hell no!"
"Fuck no!"
"Uh uh."
"Well, okay, I'll have to put my thinker to it for a second or two. Shit, we already fucked her in all three holes and I don't think I'm gonna be able to shoot for a little while yet haven already gotten my rocks off the way I have. Hmmmmmmmmmmm," Uncle Jimmy said placing his hand under his chin thoughtfully.
"I guess we could all fuck her again and switch holes," Slapsie said.
"No, we already did that. I hate to repeat," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Why don't you leave me be and give me a break," she said.
"We could let her re-charge. She would be more fun," Marvin said.
"No, I wanna play with her now. I don't give a shit if she's conscious," Bobby said.
"Now there's a boy after my own heart," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Hey, I got an idea," Bobby said, snapping his fingers.
"What't that?" the rest of his family queried in unison.
"Let's sick old Butternut on her," Bobby said, his face lighting up.
"Hey, that's a fucking great idea," Uncle Jimmy said.
"It sure would be fun to watch the blonde and that old hound dog," Slapsie said.
"You'll like Butternut, cunt, he's got a looooong neck!" Marvin said.
"You are gonna make me fool around with a dog?" Andrea asked.
She couldn't believe her ears. Was their nothing too sick for these perverts? She supposed not. She knew she could think and think of the worst tiling they could do to her and they would still be miles ahead of her when it came to sadism and kinky perversions.
The boys and her uncle began to call Butternuts name in high-pitched voices, and, off in the distance, Andrea could hear the barking of the hounddog.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Dorkin farm was at End of an L-shaped dirt road surrounded on all sides by woods. The only clearing was for the family's meager crops.
There was the main house and the outhouse, and then there was the barn which housed the farm animals and stored the produce before it could be eaten or sold in town.
The inside of the Dorkin 's old shack farmhouse was cluttered. Old porno magazines from the 1950's were scattered about the place.
The magazines that Uncle Jimmy and his sons used to jerk off to were so old that the pictures were in black and white. There were black slashes across the female model's eyes so that they could not be recognized.
The boys were so horny that they would fuck anything. When one of the local tramps wasn't around to gang-bang they frequently trotted one by one out to the barn with their erections in hand to see if they might find one of the farm animals in the mood.
A pig.
A horse.
A chicken.
It made no difference.
Now Butternut was still but a pup and he already had a dick that was almost as long as his incredible tongue. This wasn't the first time that Butternut had been sicked on a little girl and he knew just what to do. The boy had trained Butternut by letting him fuck and eat out Darcy Mumm, the cross-eyes half-witted girl from just down the road in another shack.
Andrea managed to lift the back of her pretty head off the ground so she could see the dog as he approached from the far corner of the barn.
He was a red-haired pooch and his tail was wagging as he ran. His tongue wagged out of his doggie mouth and his dick wagged beneath his canine loins.
Andrea was lying on her back with her legs still wide open and she could feel jism continuing to dribble right out of her pussy and her cunt.
When the three Dorkin boys were first training Butternut to eat a real girl's cunt they began by smearing honey all over Darcy Mumm's rancid twat. The dog went for it Darcy spurted as she came ejaculating out through her urethra much as a man would. Darcy Mumm was a bit of a sexual freak in that sense.
After a while they discovered that the dog loved to eat cunt and he would do it willingly without the honey. Darcy was delighted. Butternut could get his tongue a hell of a lot deeper inside her pussy than any human being.
The second Butternut saw the little girl naked on her back with her legs open and the juices and come dripping out of her snatch the red-haired hound dog knew what he was supposed to do. He knew how to pleasure a woman's nipples as well as her cunt and that was precisely how he proceeded with Andrea.
He dripped saliva onto her tits.
His tail wagged behind him.
The little girl thought him an attractive dog. She was starting to think that maybe this wouldn't be as disgusting as she had originally thought.
The happy pooch lapped merrily at her right nipple. He slid the flat part of his canine taster across her feminine erection deliciously.
With her fatigue Andrea was getting worse and worse at masking her desire, her practically insatiable lust for physical pleasure, j
She had already made a damned fool of herself when Uncle Jimmy was fucking her. It was one thing to get off but it was quite another to let her uncle and her cousins know she was getting off.
Andrea now gave up any thoughts of preserving what was left of her dignity. Butternut lapped at one nipple and then the other. He couldn't suck them, of course, but Andrea didn't mind.
She could feel her nipples getting a little bit harder and a little bit larger each time they were lapped. She could feel them become increasingly erect as they were laved.
"Ummmmmmmmmm," Andrea could hear herself hum.
She pressed her sensuous lips together as she made this sound but they didn't stay pressed together for very long at all. In a second they were parted and protruding and slightly puckered once again, puffy and wet with her arousal.
The dog licked her belly. The little girl placed the balls of her feet flat on the ground and raised her knees in the air. The dog was standing with all four paws between her spread thighs.
Andrea clutched blades of grass with her chubby toes. She could feel the blood that had left rushing back into her cunt lips. She could feel her inner and outer labia swelling very fast.
She could feel the ache of desire returning to her loins. The tapered insides of the little girl's thighs were hot.
She could feel her pussy re-lubricating itself at that moment.
That was hardly necessary. She was already soaking wet down there. Bits of coagulated blood clung to the cleavage between her ass cheeks, right around her recently buggered bunghole.
She opened her knees apart as far as she could get them. She attempted to point her knees in opposite directions to open her shapely gams to a straight angle.
She could feel the muscles at the insides of her thighs stretching as she vainly pursued this unachievable goal. She did manage to get her legs open past a right angle however to an obtuse angle.
The dog licked Andrea's lower belly. He lapped at her loins. He licked her mound her bush. Then he licked the insides of her thighs. He started licking up near her knees and worked his doggie down her inner thighs toward the sides of her vulva. The dog alternated his canine laving from one inner thigh to the other. He sniffed her bung. She rolled onto the small of her back.
She offered up her buttocks to the hungry red-haired animal.
The dog worked his tongue between her ass cheeks. He laved her ass-hole clean of the blood and scum that was drying and getting crusty down there. He then worked his tongue right up inside her anus.
He licked out her colon and withdrew so he could massage her with his incredibly long and extraordinarily agile taster where she needed it most. He began to lap at her pussy.
He worked his tongue up inside her cunt. She could feel his tongue touching her cervix sending rippling liquid fingers of raw womanly sensation up and down the entire length of the diminutive towhead's spine.
The petite blonde was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her lower body still. She rocked back and forth from one ass cheek to the other.
Her tits were heaving up and down on her chest with her passion. Her sweat lathered her skin anew. She could feel the tiny blonde hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.
Her nipples were even more erect than before. She could feel them throbbing, demanding to be touched. She reached down and stroked them herself.
She arched her dainty digits at the knuckles and caressed her feminine erections rather roughly with their fleshy tips. She got each of her once pink but now reddened rosebuds between her thumbs and forefingers still arching her fingers at the knuckles so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way.
"YES!" she cried.
The dog licked her outer cunt lips.
"MORE!" she hollered.
The dog licked her inner labia.
"MY CLIT!"
The dog licked the inside of her cunt again. He didn't understand English. Andrea tried to restrain her jerky hip movements. She didn't want to do anything that might startle the redheaded hound dog.
"MY CLIT! BUTTERNUT! MY CLITTY!" Andrea wailed, thrashing her head wildly from side to side. The dog pulled his tongue out of her cunt hole.
Andrea felt the dog placing his tongue right on the magic spot at the top of her poontang slash. The dog began to lave directly at her little man in the boat much to her delight.
Andrea could tell that the dog was not going to have to do that for very long at all before her pussy would pop its rocks spectacularly.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG! OH GOD! OH GOD! DOGGIE! MY PRECIOUS DOGGIE! BUTTERNUT! WHAT A TONGUE! WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE! GOD! GOD! GOD! YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO HARD! SO FUCKING HARD!" Andrea screamed.
"Wow, she sure can holler when she gets worked up," Bobby said.
"She sounds the same in pain or in pleasure," Slapsie said.
"She can't tell the difference between the two anymore," Uncle Jimmy said.
"Wow," his three sons said, watching the action with wide eyes.
Butternut lapped enthusiastically at the little girl's clit until her come was over. The girl was ordered to get on her hands and knees at that point. The dog instantly mounted her from the rear and drove his cock into her cunt. He didn't fuck her for long but he fucked her hard and fast with his swollen red canine dick. Andrea and the pooch got off together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
All three of the boys and the uncle fucked the little girl one more time before they decided they were through with her for the day.
Uncle Jimmy took the naked girl out to the small creek that ran through the land behind the old dirty shack. He allowed her to bathe.
He then took her out to the barn and he took her into a small stall right next to those occupied by the horses. He fetched a razor, some shaving cream and a bowl of water.
"What are you going to do to me?" Andrea asked in a weak voice.
"Try to keep still. I wouldn't want to cut off anything that won't grow back. After all this blade is very, very sharp," Uncle Jimmy said.
The girl had her pussy lathered and then shaved. She sprawled on her back in her stall as her uncle did this to her. His hand was steady and he didn't cut her once not even when he was shaving around her tight puckered ass-hole. She was completely bald down there between her legs by the time he was through. The little girl couldn't help but notice that the smelly air inside that barn felt cooler on her shaved cunt than any where else on her body. It was used to being protected by a rug of short and curly golden fur.
Then the man put a leather collar around the little girl's swan-like neck. He attached a hook to the collar and leashed her to another hook on the wall high over her head. Her hands were then tied together behind her back.
He told her that they would not fuck her for forty-eight hours and they would only visit to feed her her bread and water. She began to weep. She was to be held a prisoner in a dirty cage, in solitary confinement, like an animal. She was to be all alone with her hopelessness and despair. She figured that after forty-eight hours alone in bondage she would probably be ready for the insane asylum.
The second Uncle Jimmy left the barn turning out the lights behind him, the sun set in the west. It got darker and darker in that barn until Andrea could tell it wouldn't be very long before she wouldn't even be able to see her hand in front of her face if she had been able to get her hand in front of her face, that is. She tried to find a position that was comfortable enough to sleep in. She was exhausted but not sleepy. Her mind was still filled with deep anxieties.
The little girl had no idea how long she was actually alone. It seemed like hours had passed before she heard a key in the padlock outside the barn door. She figured that it had to be the middle of the night with dawn approaching. The truth of the matter was that it was only ten o'clock in the evening and all four of the redheads were still up making ugly plans concerning the abuses of their blonde cousin.
Andrea wondered if she was to be fed. She figured that whoever was assigned to feed her would probably take the opportunity to hurt her. She had a feeling that meal-time was not going to be a fun time during the two days she was to spend in the barn. She could hear the barn door opening slowly. The door closed again quickly and she could hear tiny footsteps in the dark. The footsteps didn't sound anything like the clomping boots of her Uncle Jimmy or her three cousins. Andrea didn't know what to think. She wondered if her uncle's farm was being robbed and then she almost laughed at herself for even allowing this to occur to her. Who . the fuck would want to steal anything from this shit hole?
"Hello?" Andrea said in a quiet voice. "Who is there?"
"Shhhhhhhh," was the only answer she heard. It sounded like a female hush.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Andrea whispered.
The intruder lit a candle and held it in front of her face. Darcy Mumm, the wanton cross-eyed girl from down the road stood in front of Andrea's stall.
"My name is Darcy. I'm here to help you," the little girl said.
"Thank God. You must be my guardian angel," Andrea said.
"We have to be very quiet. The men are still up," Darcy said.
"How soon can you get me out of here?" Andrea asked quickly.
"Not for hours yet. They must go to sleep first," Darcy said.
"Will you get my clothes for me somehow?" Andrea inquired.
"No chance, but I'll let you wear some of mine. We are the same size."
"How do you know. Who are you anyway?" Andrea asked quickly.
"I live down the road. I fuck the boys every now and again," Darcy said.
"How did you know that I was in here, in the barn?" Andrea asked.
"I watched everything from out in the trees," Andrea said.
"You saw everything;, even the part with the dog?" Andrea said.
"They taught him how to do that with my pussy," Darcy bragged. "Why are you helping me if you are their friend?" Andrea asked.
"Treating me that way is one thing. Treating you that way is another."
"Why do you say that?" the gorgeous blonde inquired.
"Because you are a lady and you should be treated as such."
"Thank you. How did you get the key to get in here?"
"Easy. I watched Jimmy put it on a nail right outside before he went in the house."
"You are pretty smart, Darcy," Andrea said in a whisper.
"That's the first time anybody ever said that to me," Darcy said.
"You wouldn't by any chance like to free my hands, would you?"
"Sure thing, and I'll get you out of that tight collar too," Darcy said.
"Thanks. I haven't felt anything in my hands in hours," Andrea said.
"Let me just climb into the stall with you," Darcy said. She managed to do this while holding the candle erect at all times. Darcy dripped wax onto the floor and used it as a base to hold the candle up. She then untied Andrea's wrists and removed the collar.
Darcy massaged the blonde's hands tenderly so that the circulation of blood to her fingertips would return to normal. Andrea could feel the sensation rapidly returning to her dainty fingertips.
"But this isn't fair. If they catch you in here you will be punished too," Andrea said. "Maybe you should come back when it is time for me to sneak out of here. I'll get lost in those woods if I try to get out of here by myself and I can't take the road because I'm naked."
"I'll stay."
"But why?"
"I want to."
"I don't understand."
"I think I am falling in love with you, little girl."
"My name is Andrea and that's very nice but-" Andrea said.
"I know that you are going to split as soon as I give you clothes and I know I probably won't never see you again but I still want to be here with you, close to you."
This touched Andrea's heart. She had never considered herself bisexual before but this girl was taking such a risk for her and it had been such a vulgar day, Andrea thought some tender love-making would be just what the doctor ordered. She figured it would be good to make love with real affection involved quick, before her uncle and her cousins made her forget that such forms of sexual activity existed.
"Okay, stay with me. Stay with me close, very close," Andrea said.
"Oh yea!" Darcy said. She immediately took off her clothes and they made a bed of hay for themselves so that they could get down beside one another, facing each other. They touched their nipples together. Andrea could feel herself getting horny and she sure as hell wouldn't have thought that was possible.
Andrea had never kissed another girl before and she found that she was anxious to find out what it felt like. She could tell that it was going to be different from kissing a man.
Very different. They moved their faces closer to one another slowly just as if they were moving in slow motion. They rubbed their loins together. Andrea caressed Darcy's ass cheeks but Darcy didn't return the favor, She was stroking the blonde's back with her fingertips. They paused when their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. They paused when their lips were so close together that they could feel the beating of each other's breath. Then they pressed their lips together and Andrea was pleased to discover that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. They kissed with only their lips at first. They writhed their lips together. They kissed very gently in the beginning but that oral embrace became increasingly firm with the mounting of their lesbianistic eagerness and enthusiasm. Then just as if they had rehearsed this act a thousand times in the past both offered the tips of their tongues at the same moment. They touched the tips of their tasters together and then began to explore the insides of each other's oral cavities with them. They licked each other's teeth and each other's gums. They licked at the mucous membranes at the insides of each other's cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues. They had an internal swordfight with their tasters that went on for a long time and both of those teenaged females were breathless with their emerging passion by the time the kiss was through. There was a string of saliva connecting their bottom lips when they pulled their mouths apart. Their lips separated before their tongues did. Darcy showered the little girl's face with hungry peck kisses. She then moved her mouth to the side of the little blonde's neck. Darcy licked and kissed and bit up and down the side of the blonde's neck, concentrating her oral caresses on the towhead's jugular vein. She nipped at Andrea's neck lightly with her teeth. The cross-eyed girl then parted her lips and allowed her tongue to protrude as far as she could possibly get it. After concentrating on making the tip of her taster as pointy as possible she began to flick it back and forth across Andrea's dangling earlobe. She licked the outside of the blonde's ear.
Then she licked the inside of Andrea's ear.
CHAPTER NINE
Darcy pushed the tip of her tongue as deeply inside the inner canal of Andrea's shell-like ear as she could get it. The little blonde shivered violently.
The diminutive towhead could feel the entire surface area of her body becoming covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. Darcy wiggled her tongue around inside the little girl's ear.
"Ooooooooooh, that sure feels goooood," Andrea whispered.
Darcy pulled her tongue out of the blonde's ear and repeated the whole process at the other side of Andrea's neck. Then she kissed and licked at the front of the blonde's throat.
They touched the tips of their tongue together once again briefly before Darcy began to kiss the blonde's throat again, kissing downward toward Andrea's chest.
Darcy's hot little mouth moved closer and closer to Andrea's fantastic tits. The little blonde was whimpering. Her hips were grinding with her intense need to be stroked and yes loved down there.
Darcy began to kiss Andrea's left breast exclusively at first.
The cross-eyed girl began to kiss the mountain at the base and she spiraled her way upward, kissing that tit in ever-diminishing concentric circles.
The cross-eyed girl arranged her sweet little oral caresses so that each smacking smooch was a little bit closer to the blonde's nipple than the one before it.
She took her time about it but she finally got her mouth on the nipple itself. Andrea found that she had to bite her bottom Up to stifle an urge to call out with her lesbian-induced physical pleasure.
Darcy kissed the rosebud gingerly with puckered lips.
The cross-eyed girl then stuck out her tongue and placed the tip right on Andrea's feminine erection. Darcy could feel the blonde's nipple getting a little harder and a little bit larger against her aroused taste buds.
Darcy rolled her tongue lazily over the nipple covering it with saliva.
Darcy flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Andrea's hypererect nipple. Andrea began to thrash her head from side to side.
Andrea began to open and close her knees just as if she were trying to fan the flame in her crotch. She could feel her juices dribbling out of the base of her pussy.
Andrea's natural lubrication was rolling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her poontang and her recently buggered anus.
The entire crack of Andrea's ass was being lubricated.
"Suck it, Darcy. . .puh-lease, suck my tit," Andrea said.
"It will be my pleasure, little girl," Darcy replied sweetly.
The cross-eyed girl wrapped her lips around the whole nipple.
"Ummmmmmmmmm," the little blonde hummed with delight.
Darcy began to suck. There was nothing subtle about the way she sucked either. She created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity and sucked as hard as she could.
The cross-eyed girl hollowed her cheeks deeply with her suction.
"Yes, oh baby, oh baby, you suck it sooooo gooood," Andrea said.
The cross-eyed girl kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times. She was licking and sucking at the nipple simultaneously. The nipple continued to grow larger and harder inside the cross-eyed girl's mouth.
Darcy sucked so hard at the nipple that the skin all around that feminine erection was stretched taut. The entire breast was made to look pointier than usual.
Darcy released her grip on the nipple and allowed it to snap back into position. Darcy then repeated the process with the other feminine erection once again going all the way from gingerly licking and kissing to intense and occasionally harsh sucking.
Darcy lifted her face from the little girl's tits and placed her hands on the blonde's boobs instead. She clutched one melon-like tit with each hand.
Darcy positioned her hands so that the little blonde's nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her stretched and slightly cupped palms.
Darcy spread her tiny fingers apart as far as they would go so she would be able to clutch as much breast-flesh at the same time as possible.
Darcy squeezed with her fingertips hard enough to make the tit flesh pucker a little bit with her exertion. Darcy's fingers bent at the knuckles a little bit as she did this.
Darcy then began to move both breasts simultaneously in slow sensuous circles. She pushed the tits upward toward Andrea's swan-like neck.
Darcy pulled the tits apart and then pushed them downward toward the flat plain of Andrea's belly. Andrea's breathing caused the tits to push against Darcy's palms delightfully.
Darcy then pushed the little girl's tits together firmly so that those melon-like boobs were flattened on their insides, forming a crack between them.
Darcy pushed those fleshy globes on Andrea's chest together so snugly that the cleavage between the blonde's tits became extraordinarily long and deep.
Darcy kissed the flat plain of the little girl's belly. She used the tip of her tongue to trace a crooked wet circle around Andrea's concave and dimpled belly button.
Darcy then pressed the tip of her tongue right into the little girl's navel and Andrea made a sound of physical enjoyment that was louder than she wanted it to be.
She prayed that her sound wasn't loud enough to be heard from the house. Darcy kissed the blonde's bald mound. The skin there was very sensitive. It was used to being covered with golden blonde hair. Andrea moved so that she was on her belly with her head between Andrea's thighs. Andrea had her feet flat on the floor. The hay itched her back a little.
Andrea had her knees raised up in the air and her thighs were spread as far as she could get them. Darcy began to kiss and lick at the insides of Andrea's thighs.
Andrea rolled onto the small of her back. She tucked herself into a ball, pulling her knees up toward her tits. She reached up and clutched herself at the ankles to help hold herself in this position.
Andrea squeezed at her own ankles hard enough to turn all of her knuckles white. She rolled so that Darcy could get at her ass cheeks with her mouth.
Darcy kissed those buns.
She pulled those buns apart.
She licked in between them.
She rimmed Andrea's ass-hole clean.
She stuck her tongue right up inside the blonde's ass-hole and wiggled it playfully. Then she withdrew and began to work on the little blonde's cunt.
Darcy licked the outer cunt lips and then the inner cunt lips. She laved in between the two sets of labia. She licked until the flavor was gone.
She sucked at the fuck hole.
She licked at the clit.
Andrea began to come very hard!! !
CHAPTER TEN
Andrea could feel the massive explosions from her intense clitoral orgasm starting at her clitoris and spreading outward from there.
She could feel the rush of pleasure shooting from her pussy right up her spine to the base of her skull and then into her already reeling brain.
She had to gather up all of her available courage and strength and willpower to keep from screaming bloody murder with her divine ecstasy.
Andrea could feel every muscle in her body tensing and quivering. Her pussy flesh was crawling around as if it had developed a mind of its own.
Her clit was spasming. Her cunt was convulsing inside and out. The little girl could feel a squirt of liquid shooting out of her suddenly gaping urethra.
The liquid struck Darcy on the lower lip. Andrea feared that the cross-eyed girl might think that the liquid was pee that she had lost control of her bladder because of her orgasm.
But Andrea didn't have a thing to worry about as it turned out. Darcy Mumm knew very well what that squirt of liquid was, and she knew that it didn't have anything whatsoever to do with urine.
Darcy knew that this was Andrea's feminine ejaculation and was actually proof of the authenticity of the diminutive towhead's wild orgasm.
Darcy rolled the clit in a slow sensuous circle for a moment or two. She rolled the clit in a figure-eight with her pointy and pink tongue tip.
Darcy began to flick her tongue back and forth across the little man in the boat lightly and slowly but she increased both the pressure and the tempo of her tongue's movements as she went along.
Darcy held the blonde by the sides of her hips tightly to help restrain the sharp movements of the diminutive teenager's round lower torso.
Darcy did not want to have her nose injured or even broken from a blow by Andrea's recently shaved pubic mound. Andrea could feel her pleasure continuing to grow.
Andrea could feel her sense of time being severely warped by the little girl's oral pleasuring. She thought her come was going to go on forever.
Just when Andrea thought the intensity of her orgasmic convulsions were bound to start diminishing, the cross-eyed girl did something that she would not have expected in a million years.
Darcy wrapped her lips around the little girl's clit along with its surrounding tissues. She began to suck at the blonde's little man in the boat.
Andrea could feel her brain registering the epitome of pleasure once again.
Darcy kept her tongue busy. She licked and sucked at that clit together and Andrea once again found herself wondering if it were possible to pass out from too much pleasure.
The little blonde couldn't help but wonder if there was any such thing as too much pleasure. Andrea held a lot of affection in her heart for the cross-eyed girl at that moment.
Darcy was making Andrea forget about her dilemma at least for the time being and for that feat alone the cross-eyed teenager deserved a hell of a lot of credit.
Then Andrea's come was over. She stopped bucking and fussing and began still on the floor of her stall. Andrea purred as she felt her ecstasy being replaced by her afterglow.
Darcy pulled her mouth off of Andrea's clit the second the come was over. She knew that a little girl's clit was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following womanly bliss.
Darcy placed her chin on Andrea's bald mound and looked at her between her tits. Andrea looked back. She could see the expression of unadulterated affection on Darcy's face.
Andrea could see Darcy's funny face in the flickering candlelight. She couldn't help but laugh and then she caught herself, biting her bottom lip once again.
"What's so funny?" Darcy asked.
"It's your face."
"What about my face? You aren't laughing at my eye?"
"Oh no! I was laughing because your face is all wet." Darcy began to wipe her face clean with the back of her tiny hand but Andrea stopped her by placing gentle fingertips on the inside of her wrist.
"I want to lick your face clean," Andrea said in a sexy whisper.
"That's the best idea I have heard in ages," Darcy replied.
And with that the cross-eyed girl climbed right up on top of Andrea and they pressed their faces close together. Andrea stuck out her tongue.
She began to lap at the cross-eyed girl's wet and sticky kisser.
Andrea didn't stop licking until the other little girl's face was as clean as a whistle. All of the cunt juice had been licked away.
The only thing making Darcy Mumm's face wet and shiny by the time Andrea was through giving her a tongue bath was the blonde's sweet spittle.
Then they rolled in the hay and stopped when it was the cross-eyed girl was on her back. Andrea began to return the flavor. Now it was the blonde who was giving out the oral pleasuring and the cross-eyed girl was loving it.
But the happy little scene was about to come to an abrupt end.
Right at that moment the door to the barn opened and Uncle Jimmy himself walked in. He threw on a light and walked quickly to the stall where the two girls were making out.
"Well, looky here, looky here, looky here," Uncle Jimmy said.
The two teenagers were frozen with their fear. Uncle Jimmy called out for his sons to come out and look at what was going on.
Darcy and Andrea were not going to escape. They were going to be punished and punished brutally. Darcy and Andrea listened with expressions of terror on their faces as Uncle Jimmy told them what he was going to do to them for being a pair of such naughty girls.
"You are going to get fucked not by my cock," Uncle Jimmy said.
"What are w-w-w-w-w-w-we going to get fucked with?" Andrea asked.
"You are both going to be bound on your backs spread-eagled and then I am going to fuck you with my whole fist," Uncle Jimmy exclaimed.
"PLEASE! NO! NOT THAT!" Andrea screamed in her horror.
"Yes, I'm afraid so, little girl. You are going to take my whole fist up inside your cunt. I am going to punch my fist right up into your womb again and again."
Andrea fainted at that moment because of her intense fear.
When she woke she was in the main house or shack, more accurately naked on a bed with her wrists and ankles bound with thick rope to the four bedposts.
Uncle Jimmy placed his middle finger inside Andrea's cunt.
He added his forefinger.
Then his ring finger.
Then his pinky.
Then his thumb.
He pushed his entire hand up inside her poontang.
Then he curled his fingers at the knuckles made a fist inside her. She was being stretched too far further than she was supposed to. Just when her agony got no worse it began to fade and dull into an ache.
That was when the pleasure began.
"YES! YES! YES! GIVE ME YOUR FIST! FUCK ME WITH YOUR WHOLE FIST UNCLE JIMMY! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Andrea screamed.
Uncle Jimmy fist-fucked the precious little girl until the room began to spin bizarrely and Andrea could tell she was about to lose consciousness Her entire body went limp and Andrea passed out from the intensity of the pain she was experiencing at that moment. Everything went black.
She drifted off into a dream land.
A land where there . was no pain.
A land where there was no humiliation.
A land where there was no degradation.
The man pulled her bloody fist out of the little girl's cunt the second she passed out. It was no fun to hurt her unless she was awake to feel the pain.
Uncle Jimmy sent one of his sons to fetch a bucket of water.
The water was splashed onto the girl's face until she woke up.
Uncle Jimmy then informed the girl who was still weeping and moaning over her thoroughly ravaged cunt that she was going to be fisted once again.
But this time the evil man was not going to fist fuck her cunt.
Oh no.
He was going to fist fuck her cute little pink puckered ass-hole.
Uncle Jimmy flipped the girl onto her tummy and pulled her legs open. He had two of his sons kneel on either side of the girl. They peeled her ass cheeks open for their old man.
She pleaded for mercy.
They beat her until she was quiet.
EPILOGUE
The traumatic events in Wellington Wells that horrible summer took their toll on Andrea Dorkin. She was never quite the same ever again.
When she returned home to the big city she found that she was no longer interested in "normal" sex. She didn't want to be hugged and kissed.
She found that she no longer wanted to be made love to.
She wanted to be fucked. Pure and simple.
She needed dominant lovers who were willing to abuse her and misuse her. She sought sex masters who would humiliate and degrade her.
Uncle Jimmy and her three cousins had ruined her. She would never again be able to feel sexual pleasure without first experiencing sexual pain.
