DOG-LOVING COUSIN
By Walter Collins


Foreword

Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for affection
and approval is as real and basic as his need for food and shelter.
This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There is the
teenaged boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, because he fears
being branded a "straight" by his friends. There is the suburban housewife who turns to
an illicit affair because her husband cannot or will not give her any affection.
This is the story of a typical American teenager, Brandy Stevens. Taken in by her
widowed uncle after the traumatic loss of both her parents, Brandy finds herself steeped
in unhappiness. Not only does she find living on a farm very lonely, but her misery is
further deepened when her cousins – particularly the girls – give her the cold shoulder.
In a desperate attempt to win at least the boys' affection. Brandy ignores all the moral
strictures she has been taught, and dares to tread forbidden ground. Indeed, by the time
she is finished, Brandy's hunger for affection becomes so all-consuming that there
seems hardly anything she won't try in order to attain it.
DOG-LOVING COUSIN – the story of one young girl for whom seeking affection
becomes a way of life, her norm. A story that holds a lesson for our society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Last year, which ended so tragically for me, started out really great. The day before my
fourteenth birthday, I got fucked and lost my cherry. My mother found out and decided
that it was time for me to start taking the Pill. She was so nice. We had a long talk. I
convinced her I knew what I was doing and she even arranged for Walter, my boy
friend, and me to have the house to ourselves every Sunday afternoon. That way we
wouldn't have to fuck in the back seat of a car someplace.
Then, on my fifteenth birthday, I was supposed to have a big party. My folks drove
across town to pick up the cake. They never came back. They were killed in a freak
accident on the freeway.
Now, here I was. Me – Brandy Stevens – unpacking my trunks in my uncle's awful,
old farmhouse.
Uncle Luke, who was a widower, had made the three girls in the family switch rooms
before I got there. Mary Ann, the seventeen-year-old, had been forced to give up her
private room and let the middle girl, sixteen-year-old Alice, move in with her. I got
stuck with fourteen-year-old Jane.
My family had always kinda looked down our noses at daddy's brother, Luke. Daddy
had gone to the city and made it. Luke had stayed on the farm and remained poor. But
what made things even worse was that it wasn't until after Daddy's death that I found
out how little there really was.
By the time the bills were settled, the funeral taken care of, the lawyers paid and the
cemetery plots bought, I was left with enough for college and that was all. Daddy had
seen to it that I couldn't touch any of it before I was eighteen.
So here I was, laying all of my nice, lacy under things in a battered old dresser that
looked like it had been hauled in from the barn.
"Gosh, you've got nice clothes," Jane was babbling enviously.
They were nice, but I've never known there was another type.
"They're okay. Don't you wear any?"
"Sure, but not as nice as those," the younger girl sighed, lifting up her plain cotton
dress to show me her cheap cotton panties. "Can I try a pair of yours on?"
"They wouldn't fit," I said hastily, not meaning to be rude, and continued to put my
slips, bras, and pantyhose in the drawer.
Jane shut up like she'd been slapped. She sat there quietly, watching me, for a while
longer. Then getting up without a word, she wandered from the room. I could picture
her running to Alice and Mary Ann to tell them about my nice things.
I finished putting the rest of my things away and sat down on the old, iron-framed bed.
I was so lonely. I wanted Walter. At least some of the hurt would go away if we could
fuck. That would have given me a little relief. But Walter was gone forever. I was too
far away from him to visit.
I was sitting, with my arms wrapped around my knees, trying to keep from crying,
when Matt and Paul, the two older boys, came in and offered to show me around. I
didn't want to go out, but I didn't want to get off on the wrong foot either. Already the
girls had made it rather clear that the lines of battle were drawn and that they
considered me a rival. If I didn't put my best foot forward and try, my life would turn
to sheer hell and I knew it.
Hiding a sigh, I got up and followed the two boys across the dingy hall, down the
squeaky stairs and into the outside, where the wide-open spaces made me feel even
lonelier and more insecure. As we walked along, I knew if I was to have any friends at
all, it was going to have to be the boys.
Matt was nineteen and as big as his father. If I looked straight across, instead of up, I
was looking at his nipples. He was handsome, too, with his blond hair and blue eyes. It
seemed that blue eyes ran on my uncle's side, because all his kids had them. I took after
my dad, with deep-brown ones.
Paul was the same age as me and was going to be as tall as his brother when he finished
growing. Right then though, I came up to his nose. His hair was kinda sandy and I
hadn't made up my mind whether it was natural or sun-bleached.
The boys led me from shed to shed, with a couple of German shepherds trailing behind
us. They talked happily, and hinted that I was a city-sissy. We reached the old barn and
they really started to tease me. They showed me where they milked the cows, kept the
donkey, used to keep a horse, and kept the chicken feed. They saved the hay loft for
last.
The boys got pretty fresh on the ladder. Matt was right behind me and started before I
was more than three rungs ahead. I didn't say anything about his hands, which got a
little too close to my tits and pussy to be accidental. He wasn't very subtle about it, but
I was afraid to do anything which might turn him against me. Right then I needed their
friendship if I was to keep from going crazy.
The two boys started showing off. They did a lot of real wild things in the loft. They
jumped out and caught a big rope, playing Tarzan, ten feet above the floor below. They
kept calling me chicken until it became unbearable. Finally, when they had me on the
verge of tears, they got around to suggesting something I wasn't really afraid of doing.
"Janie was telling Mary Ann and Alice that you sure had sexy underwear..." Paul
laughed, as he grabbed and wrestled me playfully back into the hay.
"Yeah," Matt laughed. "Let's see how sexy it is, Brandy," he chuckled and reached for
my zipper.
I didn't want to do it and started to struggle. Then I saw Matt's lips start to form the
word "chicken" again. I couldn't swing from the rope, or jump to the hay stacked below
the loft, but I wasn't ashamed of my body, nor was I a virgin. I'd given them more than
they'd bargained for. Then they'd treat me good and it wouldn't matter if the girls liked
me or not.
Paul's hands slipped up and covered my boobs. I nodded to Matt to go ahead. The
button came open and the zipper ran smoothly down, exposing the black nylon under
it. Matt licked his lips. His hands didn't waste any time. He caught my pants by the top
of the pockets and pulled them down. Within seconds my thin, bikini panties were all
that hid my cunt. I smiled as I saw the effect it had on the two of them.
"Careful," I scolded Paul, as he forgot where his hands were and squeezed my tender
boobs like they were a couple of sponges.
I lay against the younger boy, with my jeans pulled down around my knees, and let
Matt undo my blouse. Paul moved his hands and helped pull the blouse off my
shoulders.
"Bet you're chicken to let us see what's underneath," Matt said.
"Bet I'm not," I grinned back evilly. "If the two of you are going to do something 
about it once you strip me!"
Both boys stared at me with their mouths wide open. My tits, even though Paul had
almost bruised them, were aching for more. The effect my scantily clad body was
having on the two farmers started my pussy drooling.
I leaned forward so Paul could unhook the single catch on my bra. I felt the heavy band
go slack. I caught the cups quickly, keeping my tits hidden from them.
"Well?" I asked, cocking my head and staring directly into Matt's eyes.
"S-Sure. We want to fuck you – don't we?" he said, looking over my shoulder at his
brother.
"Yeah!" Paul said anxiously.
I let the bra drop away so the boys could see my pride and joy.
"They're gorgeous!" Matt exclaimed as Paul struggled to get in a position where he
could see my boobs.
My tits were undoubtedly my best feature. They were pretty big, even though I only
wore a B-cup. They stuck way out, even when I lay on my back, looking like two
softballs.
They were really firm and proud tits, with long, well-formed nipples, surrounded by
tiny areolas, tipping them. The skin on my boobs was creamy, satin-smooth and so thin
that all the lacy-blue veins showed through.
Matt's hands trembled as they reached out to stroke and test their lush beauty. Paul
knew his brother had the right to go first and waited. I could feel the younger boy's
hands shaking as he fought to control himself.
It wasn't hard to tell that I had the two boys where I wanted them. If I used it right,
and was careful not to be caught, I could make them into complete slaves. The firm,
strong hands of the older boy made me melt and I forgot, for the time being, about my
troubles.
Matt let go of my tits and started getting my jeans the rest of the way down. Paul took
over on my cushiony boobs. The straw was sharp and poked at my tender, bare legs. I
squirmed uncomfortably, for a few minutes, before Matt took the hint and went below
to get me a blanket to lie on.
Paul was fascinated with my boobs. He toyed with each long nipple until the tiny, dark
ring around its edges turned crinkly. Both tips sprouted into pouting volcanoes. He
weighed them in his palms and squeezed gently. He trailed his fingertips across them,
making the skin turn all bumpy. He pressed into the airy softness, just above my taut
paps, hard enough to make them point at my chin. Both of my jugs were on fire.
"Kiss them," I moaned, squirming in spite of the prickly hay.
Paul lowered his head and sucked the right tit into his mouth. I gasped as he swirled
his tongue around and around the nipple.
Matt climbed back into the loft and stood there, staring down at us. I smiled
contentedly back at him, wondering how I looked to them, naked, except for the pair of
brief panties. Paul caught a glimpse of Matt's legs and stopped sucking so I could get
up.
The boys spread the blanket and smoothed it for my comfort. I could see the big cock
bulges in their pants and it wasn't hard to understand why they'd suddenly turned into
such gentlemen.
My black hair fell over my shoulders and shimmered in the dim coolness of the loft.
Matt reached out and caught the top band of my tight panties. I raised my butt off the
blanket long enough for him to work the thin material down. Both boys caught their
breath as they stared at the neat, black beaver that lay exposed, just above my bunched
up panties. I was going to have a hold on these two guys that their sisters could never
break.
Matt lay down beside me and brought his lips to mine. I trembled in heat as his hand
slid lightly across my pale, smooth stomach and began to scratch the flesh under my
beaver. His tongue pushed between my lips and began to explore my teeth.
Paul knelt on the other side of us and began to lightly stroke my tits and thighs in
adoration. I let my mouth relax and Matt probed as deep as he wanted with his tongue.
He tasted good. I slapped at his licker with my own. Our tongues began to dance, spar
and duel. He twisted his head sideways and my tongue escaped and shot into his
mouth.
I probed his inner cheeks, his gums, and even counted his teeth. My tongue traced and
explored every part of his mouth before we broke for air. His fingers stopped scratching
my cunt fur. He found my split and began to explore it.
His fingers slid up the gentle slopes of my cunt-lips to the spot where my joy button
was hidden. I shuddered and moaned as he dug into my gash and tickled the top of my
clit. I knew my cunt was sweating its golden honey, but I hadn't felt any trickle from
my hole yet. If he kept this up though, it wouldn't be long. The delicate walls of my
cunt could only secrete so much of the slick oil before it overflowed and bubbled out of
the well.
Paul wasn't idle either. He'd lowered his head again and was sucking on my nipples. I'd
never made it with two guys before. I wasn't used to being heated up in so many places
at the same time. I was building up too quickly. If I didn't get my emotions back under
control, I'd have an orgasm long before they fucked me.
I reached down awkwardly and tried to get the panties the rest of the way off, so I
could spread my legs and let them work on my snatch better. Paul took the hint
immediately. He stopped sucking on my boob long enough to pull them all the way
down.
My hand found his crotch and I began to stroke his hard-on in appreciation. The
powerful muscles in his legs turned to steel as my fingers caressed the solid rod. His
cock felt delicious, pulsing beneath the heavy layer of cotton. The boy squirmed happily
as I rubbed his prick. He stopped sucking again. This time it was to get his own clothes
off.
Matt, who wasn't about to let his brother get an edge on him, stopped what he was
doing and stripped, too. Within seconds I was sandwiched between the two naked,
muscular bodies. Matt lay so he could see his fingers as they explored the delicate folds
of my pussy. Paul wiggled around until I could tease his meat with my fingers as he
worked on my boobs and tummy.
I twisted my head so that I was staring at the giant prick. It trembled and danced, like a
young tree in a strong wind, so close to my lips. It was a handsome cock. It was too
inviting to resist. I had to taste it. I had to see if his cock was salty like Walter's. I
twisted my arm around and wedged his rod between us so I could get a firm hold on
the base of the root and his balls.
I rubbed the big muscle cord, just below Matt's nuts, and made his cock jut, so I could
reach it with my tongue. I don't think he'd ever had his cock kissed before. My tongue
shot out. It caught the underside of his prick, right where it joined his balls, and
stroked clear to the rim of his crimson knob. He smelled strongly of sweat and heat. He
tasted salty and warm. My tongue thrilled to the delicious smoothness of his thin, taut
cock-flesh.
"My God!" he gasped in shock. "Oh, my God!"
I ignored the river of clear juice which hung in one long streamer from the piss-slit.
"Don't stop!" he moaned.
"I won't," I giggled, bringing my tongue up the length of his tool again.
I reached the underneath of his pulsing cock-head and tickled the scar with the tip of
my tongue. I caught the streamer of juice that dangled from the side of it. I cleaned it
away. I formed a tight ring with my lips and slipped the head of his cock between them.
He whimpered dramatically. I thought for a second he was going to shoot his entire
load in my mouth.
I'd never seen someone so excited. Matt didn't climax, but trembled and stayed right on
the verge of it. I made up my mind to go ahead. If he came too fast, I'd make him get
another hard-on and come again. He wasn't used to this kind of sex, and it was my
turn to get even with him.
"Eat me!" I demanded, taking his cock out of my mouth for a second.
"I can't," he moaned.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I've never done it before!"
"Chicken..." I cooed.
He knew what I was doing to him, but couldn't lose face in front of Paul, who was
watching us, wide-eyed. Licking his lips nervously, Matt moved his head, so it rested on
the inside of my thigh, close to my twat. I couldn't see what he was doing because I had
taken his cock back into my mouth.
I felt the tip of his tongue reach nervously out and hesitantly flick against the crest of
my delicate, crinkly pussy-petals. A tingling of new heat trickled into me. I burned
brighter. His tongue became bolder. It replaced his finger on my clit. I moaned as jolts
of lightning shot through my cunt.
I wondered nervously what my uncle was doing. It was Sunday and I knew he was
around someplace. He'd been the one who'd picked me up at the airport and brought
me here. I hadn't seen him since we'd taken my stuff upstairs. If he caught me screwing
around with his boys, my stay might be a real short one. Then I remembered how the
two boys acted when he told them to do something. They were scared to death of him.
If they thought we'd get caught, they wouldn't be doing this. I relaxed.
Paul wasn't idle while Matt and I did our sixty-nine. He kept working on my jugs,
pausing, every once in a while to see what he was doing. I didn't ignore him either. I
soaked my fingertip in his pre-cum, massaging it ever so lightly into the cushion at the
top of his rod.
The tension made us break out in glossy coats of sweat. My cheek rested on Matt's
damp leg and thrilled to the tingling tickle of his wiry body hair. The underside of his
cock had a few hairs, too, but they were thin and silky.
I pulled gently on Paul's dick and made him scoot closer to me. It took some doing, but
we managed to get in a position where I could turn slightly on my side. He held me up
a little and worked on my boob. Matt kept his face buried between my legs. The minute
we settled down, I took more of Matt's cock in my mouth. I was rewarded for my
efforts with a low, animal moan.
Matt's tongue became braver. He spread my cunt-lips wide. The bloated, little flaps lay
flat, forming a rosy, heart-shaped target at the center of my crotch. He trailed his
tongue up and down my oozing gash, finding my pee-hole without knowing it. He
cleaned the little opening with the tip of his tongue.
After getting used to the musty smell of my cunt, he became braver. His tongue dipped
into my cunt-mouth for the first time. I felt my twat-honey bubble and trickle around
his tongue. It ran in a small, syrupy stream onto my thigh. His tongue ran around the
circular opening of my cunt-mouth. My scarlet hole blushed to a deeper hue as I purred
and meowed with lust.
I couldn't believe that my tits would hold someone spellbound for as long as they did.
Paul couldn't get enough of them. He stopped sucking and nibbling on my rubbery
little paps and drew circles on the trembling flesh around them with his tongue. He
used his hands, pushing the nipple in. It would disappear. He would chuckle hotly as it
sprang back to its full peak. He rolled the long stumps, making them draw circles in the
dim light. He shook the firm gourds and watched, as if he was hypnotized by the
jellylike way they jiggled.
My ass started to tremble and tense without my trying. The heat of sex, of utter and
complete need, consumed me. My belly was filled with molten lava. My pussy and tits
felt like they'd been plugged into light sockets. Every inch of my skin tingled and
blushed.
Matt's cock was thrilling and starting to pulse in my mouth. I had to be satisfied. I had
to be fucked immediately. I couldn't wait for another second.
"Now!" I gasped. "Screw me now, Matt – oh, please!" I moaned as I jerked my head off
his quivering prick.
Paul got out of the way. I fell back, so I was lying flat on my back. Matt got up, twisted
around, and knelt between my open thighs.
The boy's meat was slick with spit and drooling like an idiot. My cunt wasn't dry either.
I felt the glorious, padded knob touch between my cunt-flaps. He pressed, mashing
them open. He found the drooling, itching mouth of my cunt. I felt the burning heat of
his cock as it slid smoothly into my cunt-mouth, drawing my twat-petals inward.
"Oooh-oooh, yes! I gurgled as the little labia were drawn tight. The taut flesh rubbed
the top of my clitoris at the other end, polishing it. "Yesss!" I gasped.
The beautiful monster stretched the tight opening to my cunt and prepared to move in.
"Oh, God!" I thrilled as the big prick pushed forward and drove inward.
Inch-by-inch his cock filled me. It drove deep into my cunt, ironing out all of the pleats
and wrinkles as it went. The heat of his throbbing tool found the end of my cunt.
Our crotch hair meshed and tangled. His balls lay against my asshole and rested for a
second before he pulled back. I clutched and clawed at the blanket as his mighty cock
started out. I could feel my cunt collapsing, resting, as it got ready for the next fuck
thrust. I could feel my inner labia being pulled and tugged outward, away from my box.
My pussy-petals rubbed and tugged my clit as they rose along the side of the hard-on.
Matt's strong, muscular chest rested lightly against my tits. The hair on his chest
thrilled my nipples and kept them stiff. I could feel his arms holding the weight of his
body up, like two mighty posts, on either side of my tits. His thighs rippled as he drew
his thick cock back to the mouth of my cunt.
I could smell his sweaty body and hear his rasping pants as his prick drilled downward
again. I buried my teeth in his shoulder. In blind, unthinking passion, I clawed at the
blanket. This was what I needed – oh, yes! Exactly what I needed!
He started fucking me very slowly, allowing our bodies to absorb every burning,
electrified chill of pleasure that shot through us. The pleasure became too much to bear
and he increased the speed of our screwing. Soon we were smashing and grinding
together. Our pelvises grated and slapped. His cock made loud sucking sounds in my
clinging cunt. His balls bounced against my asshole as I writhed mindlessly under him.
I still had my hand on Paul's cock. I pulled him gently to me. Matt moved his head
over, and I twisted, so I could wrap my lips around his brother's dick. Paul moaned as I
nibbled on the spongy, bright-red knob and cleaned his piss-hole with my tongue tip.
Paul's pre-cum trickled across the top of my tongue and made me swallow time after
time. Matt drove into my cunt harder and harder, making me gasp and whimper in
passion. My hips began to swivel, roll, buck and tremble to the beating they were
taking. My body stored up more and more of the excruciating excitement as I raced
headlong toward the finish line.
Paul's thighs were rippling against my chin. His prick throbbed lustily in my mouth.
Matt was panting and sobbing for breath. He strained to fuck me even faster and
harder. My hips sank in the springy hay, just enough to keep me from bruising the big
muscles of my ass, as I glowed hotter and hotter.
In-out, up-down, suck-smack, faster and faster we fucked. The cock in my cunt
continued to smooth out the wrinkles, erased the tiny pleats and canals, and stretched it
as wide as it would go. The tight entrance of my hole tugged the loose skin of his
gorgeous dick. It pulled the skin back towards his balls as his rod went in. It moved in
back towards the knob, on the way out.
The cock in my mouth soaked there. It basked in the hot massage my tongue gave it.
The three of us stayed locked together amongst a symphony of animal moans, groans,
meows, purrs, gasps, and grunts. We thrilled to the fiery bolts of electricity, the
beautiful pleasure-pain, the satisfaction, the hurt and joy of our frantic gyrations. We
were locked into a frenzy of fucking and sucking. We were surrounded by the strong
scent of our sweat, my delicate lilac perfume, our horny need, and the now familiar
scent of hay.
I kept my eyes tightly closed and concentrated on my pulverized pussy and the
wonderful warmth of the two boys. I rose higher and higher, thrilling to the cocks
plugging my cunt and mouth. Just as I reached the top, I felt Matt's pulsing cock grow
longer and wider and begin to spray my quivering cunt walls with hot jizz.
My whole body lifted as we jammed together, cock in cunt, for the finish. I braced on
my heels and shoulders for a long minute. My mind spun, whipped, climbed and
dropped, as wave after wave of spasming pleasure gripped my cunt. When it was over, I
sank slowly back and concentrated on the dick in my mouth. Matt busied himself
wiping his thick cum off my snatch with his handkerchief.
I wanted to lie back and relax in the afterglow of that fulfilling orgasm. But I needed
the approval and friendship of both boys. I would have to suck Paul to a quick climax
before I could rest.
I pushed the boy back and got on my hands and knees between his legs. I kept my
pussy high in the air so Matt could wipe the foamy cunt juice and slimy cum away as it
dripped out the reddened mouth of my cunt. Holding Paul's mighty hard-on at the very
bottom, I slid it along the flat of my tongue and sucked. My cheeks caved in around his
rod and rubbed its sides. My teeth scraped it. I could feel the firm, cushiony knob rub
against the roof of my mouth. The slab of pork hit the do-dad at the back of my mouth.
I concentrated on sucking Paul off and ignored the urge to gag as I let his prick slide
deeper.
"Oh – Goddamn, mother-fucker!" the boy gasped.
I started happily to back up. The minute I felt the rim of the cock-head catch on my
teeth, I shot down his prick-shaft again. It felt satisfying to have such a handsome dick
in my mouth. I lavished it with affection, savoring its salty warmth and drooling
slickness.
"Oh! Ooh, shit-fuck! Oh, Jesus! Oh, that is so fucking good!" the boy sputtered as I
quickened my cock-sucking pace.
He laced his hands into my hair and tried to fuck my face with his twitching cock. I
shook my head from side to side and listened to him squeal in excitement.
The way he was acting told me he was a virgin. That very thought made me strive to
give a perfect blow-job. It was an honor to get a cherry. I wanted him to remember it.
This time when I came off the cock, I stopped for a second to swirl my tongue around
the throbbing knob. Paul almost tore my hair out in his trembling urgency.
"Get off! Get off! Quick – before I come in your mouth!" he squealed in sheer panic.
"Um-ummm," I hummed back, sinking all the way on his prick before it could escape.
I felt his bloated dick swell and lengthen. Then it began to pulse and buck. The first
powerful stream of fuck-juice shot down my throat towards my stomach. I raised up
enough, so his thick cum could fill my mouth. I loved the yeasty flavor of a man's cock
cream. I liked the way the slimy streams of cum slid across my tongue and clung to my
teeth. I liked the acrid odor. I liked everything about jism. I wanted to taste and eat 
his whole load.
Paul didn't disappoint me. He filled my mouth so full of sperm that a trickle escaped
and ran from the corner of my mouth. Finally it was over and his cock started to
shrink. The three of us fell back happily on the blanket and rested for a few minutes
before dressing.


Chapter 2

When I left the boys and went back to the house, Alice and Mary Ann were no place to
be seen. I had no trouble finding Jane.
"What... what are you doing?" I stammered as I stared from the girl to my things,
which were scattered all over my bed.
"What were you doing," she countered, "in the barn with the boys for over an hour?"
"Nothing," I lied glibly, finding myself betrayed by the sudden glowing blush of guilt.
"I don't believe you," the girl smiled coyly. "In fact, if you aren't awful nice to me, I'm
gonna tell Papa. Maybe he'll even make you go to an orphanage or something."
The pain of my position flooded through me. I stood there helplessly as the girl pulled
a pair of my panties over her skinny thighs and past her pussy fuzz. They didn't fit her
well. They were too loose. I felt tears start to pool in my eyes as she roughly struggled
into a pair of my pantyhose. She snagged it in a couple of places with her fingernails,
making runs.
"Would you at least put it all away when you're done?" I asked, unable to stand there
and watch her any more.
The girl pouted triumphantly. I turned and walked back down the dingy hall to the
staircase. I swallowed the lump in my throat, hoping none of the other girls had
watched me go in the barn with the boys.
I decided to go for a walk. I needed to be alone. I hated this place. I hated the girls. I
didn't want to put my best foot forward, yet I knew that I had to. I was trying my best
not to put on airs. Why did they resent me so much? Why wouldn't the girls at least
make an effort to like me? If I tried, as unhappy as I was here, why wouldn't they? At
least they could give me a chance.
I walked dejectedly along the aspen-lined drive. My shoes sank in layers of white,
powder-fine dust, which covered either side of the deeply rutted lane, but I didn't pay
any attention. I ignored the trill of the birds. I ignored the lazy gurgle of the water in
the irrigation canal. Instead I kept strolling dejectedly along.
I stumbled on the edge of a hardened wheel mark. Looking down, I noticed another set
of footprints in the dust. I was far from being an expert, but thought they were a girl's.
They were sharp and looked fresh. Curious, and relieved to have something to take my
mind off my troubles, I decided to follow them. Looking closer, I saw that there were
dog prints mixed in.
As I followed, the buildings of my uncle's farm disappeared completely from view. The
footprints left the dusty road and pointed in the direction of an old, abandoned
farmhouse.
The old house was really a mess. The shutters hung by single hinges. The windows had
all been broken years ago. The roof over the porch sagged dangerously, and only a
chalky white trace of paint clung to the graying wood.
It wasn't the house that made me hesitate before going in. It was the strangeness of the
conversation which wafted from the inside. I recognized the musical voice as Mary
Ann's. But it was tense, strained and excited. She was doing all of the talking, which
made it sound even stranger.
The windows were too high for me to look in. I was about to turn away when I clearly
heard her moan, "Oh, lover, that feels good – keep it up!"
That did it. I realized instantly that knowing who Mary Ann's lover was, could be of
great help later. I crept to the rear of the house and slipped in, then picked my way
across the debris on the floor and prayed that the girl wouldn't hear me.
The door between the kitchen, where I was, and the living room was still standing. It
was a swinging door, and there was a wide gap between it and the frame that was ideal
for spying.
What I saw stunned me beyond belief. Pretty, blonde Mary Ann, was standing in the
middle of the room dressed only in her bra. She was rubbing something that looked
like dog food, all over her cunt-mound. I wondered if she was crazy. She was actually
talking to the big German shepherd-unimaginatively named Rover – like he was a boy
friend. I knelt there, frozen in horror and fascination. I knew it wasn't right to watch,
and yet there was nothing that could have pried me away.
"Come on, lover – eat your supper," the girl giggled in a high-pitched, tense voice.
I licked my lips in nervous anticipation as she spread her gooey cunt-lips apart and
waited for the dog to come in contact with her split.
The big animal stuck his nose close to the girl's muck-covered crotch. He sniffed for a
second and snorted. Then he drew his gorgeous, pink tongue the entire length of her
swollen gash.
Mary Ann squealed hotly and withdrew her hand. The dog cleaned every bit of the food
off her cunt. I stared at her through the crack in disbelief. She couldn't stay still. The
thrill of getting her cunt lapped was too much for her. She kept turning in a tight circle,
and I watched her butt tremble with the strain. She tried to keep her twat at its most
vulnerable angle. I watched as her eyes glazed with pleasure. I felt weak as dribbles of
spit trickled from the corner of her mouth.
The dog quickly cleaned her snatch and became impatient for something more, or
better. I watched in amazement as the girl backed away from the beast, egging him on.
The dog pawed the floor and woofed in something much more than just playfulness. It
was then that the dog turned sideways and I caught a glimpse of his belly. I was
stunned. Not even after watching Mary Ann let the shepherd lick her twat clean, had I
thought it would go further. But the dog obviously did. I stared in revulsion and awe at
the reddish, ugly hard-on that hung from its furry sheath. The dog was obviously horny
and eager to fuck.
Mary Ann knew what the dog had in mind and was actually encouraging it. I almost
pissed myself when she dropped to her knees and reached under the animal's belly. She
found the repulsive, pointed dog-cock and began to tease it with her fingertips!
The dog wagged its tail feebly and licked the girl across the lips. Mary Ann made a face
and wiped the slobbery caress away with her forearm. Rover was ready to fuck. I'd
never paid any attention to dogs before and had never dreamt that they had such big
cocks. Rover lowered his snout to her crotch and tried to push her over. Mary Ann,
blushing furiously with horny heat, gave in.
She twisted around and got on all fours, pushing her well-rounded ass high in the air.
Rover sniffed at her pussy hair. Her beaver was so thick that I could see it sticking out
past her thighs. Rover snorted once and reared up. I cringed as the big beast crashed
across her back. I watched in fascination as his thin, bony front legs gripped Mary
Ann's sides and helped pull his hindquarters awkwardly into position.
The strange, reddish dick flopped heavily between the dog's belly and the girl's ass.
Then he was poking his rod against her cunt-lips. I watched, without realizing I was
holding my breath, until the dog found her hole. I started to breathe regularily again.
"Oh, God!" the girl screamed as the doggie-dick rammed into her snatch with one
brutal lunge.
I watched as the slick, red prick vanished into her cunt. At first her cunt-lips clung to
the piston, being jerked and pulled nearly off, as he stuttered out. I could have sworn
his cock sank in her hole so deep that he even buried his furry cock-case inside.
"Harder, lover – fuck me harder! Come on, boy! I need it so bad. Drive your ugly dick
clear to my tonsils! That's right! Oh, yes! YESSS!" she screamed.
I wanted to turn and run. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to stop her, but I was rooted to
my spot. As horrible as it was, there was something fascinating about watching a dog
fucking a girl. My hand slid involuntarily to my crotch. I didn't want to play with my
snatch, but it was like I was hypnotized. I had to relieve the awful itch and the sticky
heat that fired my pussy.
Mary Ann was scooting across the buckled linoleum floor. The dog danced along right
behind her, humping harder and faster with each flashing stroke. At first I thought she
was trying to get away from him. Then I realized it was the dog, and the powerful way
he was fucking her, that was pushing her forward.
The dog's eyes were vacant with concentration. The girl's face was twisted and
contorted in lust. The look in her eyes, as she concentrated on the fuck-stick surging in
and out of her drooling cunt, was frightening. It was as if her whole existence depended
on the cruel, fierce battering of her cunt by that dog-cock.
"God, Rover, I'm coming! Don't stop now! Keep fucking me! Ohh! OOHHH,
FUUUUCCKK!! YES! YESSSS!" the girl screamed before her voice turned into a low,
meowing bunch of gibberish.
I watched, awe-struck, as the girl's muscles tensed under the humping animal. Her flesh
turned to goose bumps. She blushed a rosy-red. She screwed her eyes shut and rode out
the wonderful come that the dog was a bringing her. I watched as the pistoning of the
beast's haunches slowed. He fucked very deliberately, with long, hard strokes. I could
sense he was about to come. The suspense built in the air. Each fuck-stroke brought
him closer and closer.
He drove into her cunt with one last, fierce slap. It upended her. I watched his
haunches quiver as he shot her cunt full of slimy dog-jizz. When he'd finished, he
unplugged his cock with a pop and moved away from her. His pale dog-sperm oozed
from her bloated, bruised, and battered cuntmouth.
I stopped rubbing my crotch. My only thought was to get out of there. I didn't want to
be caught. The dog wasn't busy with food or fucking now and he might pick up my
scent. I stood up shakily and made my way back towards the open window. I had
almost reached it, when I brushed against a board. It grated and fell to the floor with a
crash. I took the last two steps on a dead run and dove through the window. I don't
know why I didn't break something when I landed. I rolled to my feet and sprinted off.
I heard Mary Ann yell, "Sic 'em!" and froze.
The big shepherd came roaring down on me like a freight train. I stayed still and he
stopped and waited for new instructions from his mistress. My knees were weak and
felt rubbery as I stared at his taut lips and bared fangs.
"Fetch her back," Mary Ann commanded from the window.
I made no attempt to escape.
"Well, Brandy?" the girl said when I reached her.
"I... I won't tell anyone – honest!" I whimpered shakily, staring at the vicious German
shepherd.
"I know you won't. Because you're going to let Rover screw you, too."
"No..." I sobbed.
"Sure you are. You wouldn't want Rover to attack – would you?"
I stared at the penetrating, watchful gaze of his coal-black eyes and shook my head.
Mary Ann led me back through the kitchen and into the room where her clothes were.
"Strip!"
My fingers went uncertainly to the top button of my blouse. I slowly began to pinch the
buttons open. Mary Ann, who was still dressed only in a bra, stood with her legs spread
wide, watching me.
Shrugging out of the light cotton blouse, I couldn't help noticing how pretty the girl
was. She had a perfect, creamy complexion. Her tits were ample, without being sloppy.
Her belly was slender, flat, and gracefully curved. Her hips were gorgeously rounded
and connected to perfectly formed thighs. I had trouble figuring out why, with a face
and figure like hers, she would resort to a dog for sex.
"Your bra, too," she ordered.
I squirmed uncomfortably, but twisted my arms up behind and took it off. She stood
there with her back to the window. The afternoon light filtered through the pussy hair
between her legs. She watched me. I laid my bra on top of the blouse and tried to think
of a way out.
Rover hadn't caught on yet, but sat patiently guarding me. I imagined that he was
wondering how it would feel to take a chunk out of me. His interest started to stir as I
unbuttoned the top of my pants and ran the zipper down. So did Mary Ann's. As I set
my clothes beside hers, I noticed that she had the same drab, cheap cotton panties as
Jane.
I squirmed out of my jeans and stood for a moment, dressed only in my silky-smooth
bikini panties. Mary Ann nodded at me and I hesitantly tugged them down, keeping a
wary eye on the dog. I bent over, being careful to keep my ass away from the beast.
Stepping out of the underpants, I picked them up and laid them aside.
Rover was getting excited again. He got up and came over to sniff at my cunt. I cringed
away. Mary Ann picked up the bowl of gravy and held it out.
"Please..." I sobbed, shaking my head no, and starting to cry.
The girl had no mercy on me. She grinned as the tears flowed down my cheeks, and
thrust the bowl into my shaking hands. Having no choice, I dipped my fingers into the
sticky stuff. I tried to blink back the river of tears as I lowered my hand to my crotch.
Then I began to wipe the food on my box. She made me spread the goo completely
over my cunt and beaver. I even had to trail some up the crack of my ass. She made
sure the lower butt-cheeks and the asshole itself were covered.
"Bent over and touch your toes!" the girl ordered, licking her lips in anticipation.
I felt horrible as my pussy rolled and became flush with the back of my thighs. I felt so
vulnerable with my cunt fully exposed to the dog. Rover didn't need an invitation. He
waddled over and shocked me with his cold nose. He snorted at the scent of the dog
food and slapped my tender cunt-mound with his strong licker. I gasped, and had to
bite my lip to keep from squealing as he washed the stuff away.
I overcame my fear quickly. The electric thrills of his broad, wet kisses made the inside
of my cunt start to heat and drool its slick honey. I hated myself for enjoying getting
my pussy licked by a dog.
Rover worked on my beaver first. He licked and scraped until he'd cleaned everything
but the evil smell away. Then he flicked the tip of his long, educated tongue down the
center of my split. He started at the top of my gash and washed all the way through the
gulley. I whimpered and moaned in delight in spite of myself. He cleaned all around
my pussy-flaps back out of the way as he went. He beat my clit and piss-hole for a
couple of minutes before going after the trickle of juice that was dribbling from my
cunt-hole.
Mary Ann stood to one side with her arms folded. She watched with some satisfaction
as I was humbled. Dipping her fingers in the bowl, she bent over and rubbed some
roughly on the flat, soft nipples on my drooping boobs.
Rover didn't mind that at all. He slapped my tender jugs lustily. My nipples sprang to
attention. His nose rubbed the long protrusions and he reverted to his puppy-hood. I
squealed in pain as he got a pap between his teeth and began to suck. My knees shook
with fear as Mary Ann laughed sadistically.
"Now you see why I wear a bra," she giggled.
New tears started flowing from my eyes, but she didn't stop the dog from sucking. He
gave up, left my bruised, tender nipples and returned to my cunt. I took a deep breath
and tried to calm myself.
"Get on your hands and knees!" my tormentor ordered.
"No... Please!"
"Do it, or I'll let Rover have you for supper," Mary Ann growled viciously. "Does it...
hurt?"
"Not once you get used to it. Now do it!"
I was more afraid of being bitten than of getting fucked by a dog. I gave in and
collapsed to my knees.
Mary Ann helped me get in the right position. I knelt on the cruddy, worn floor and
waited an agonizingly long moment for the unknown experience of being fucked by a
dog.
It seemed an eternity before the animal reared up and smashed heavily onto my back. I
hadn't been prepared for it. He was twice as heavy as I imagined. Once he was
mounted, and I'd adjusted myself to the heavy burden, it was a split-second before his
cock found my cunt-mouth and was driving in.
I let out a squeal that could have been heard back at the farmhouse. One second the
pointed tip of his cock was rubbing between my cunt-flaps, which had dried from fear,
and the next it felt like my twat was in my throat. I don't think the cock was any bigger
than Paul's, but it felt like I was being raped by an elephant. It seemed like the dog had
rammed my cunt with a greased flag pole, brass ball and all. I thought he'd torn every
fiber, every muscle, every organ loose as he lunged in my hole. Then he jerked his prick
back and it felt like a vacuum cleaner had sucked all of my insides out.
I screamed.
Many Ann was laughing so hard she was almost doubled up. I blushed furiously. The
cock was going in my hole again. He hunched back and forth, fucking harder and faster
than any man ever could. As the panic gave out, my pussy caught on fire. I could feel
my tits flopping wildly as my entire cunt melted into a pool of lust.
I could feel his furry legs rubbing the inside of my thighs. I could feel his hairy belly
exciting the widely spread crack between the cheeks of my ass. I could feel the dog's
hairy sheath, which usually held his cock, jabbing into the mouth of my cunt. The
pistoning, slick prick-shaft sucked my inner labia in with each thrust and dragged my
clit down. His meat burned and buffeted it.
Mary Ann stared at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. I tried desperately not to show
how much I liked the way Rover was fucking me. She was humbling me and I didn't
want to show her that I could be brought down to her level. It was becoming more and
more difficult to keep from showing my heat. I'd never been fucked like this before. I
was so strange, so novel, so wicked and powerful. I couldn't help myself.
The cock made squishing sounds as it humped my drooling pussy into a hotter and
hotter passion. I rose until not even the dog's hot, foul panting could turn me off. I
screwed my eyes shut and whimpered with delight. Then I felt something new. It was
Mary Ann. She'd moved down, so her cunt was only inches from my mouth.
"Lick my cunt!" she commanded.
I ignored her at first, concentrating on the powerful prick in my twat. Then I felt the
girl get a handful of each tit. She began to squeeze my jugs.
"Lick my cunt!" the girl said again.
I licked. Her cunt smelled and tasted like dog food. It wasn't exactly something that
turned me on. I found her clit as she massaged my boobs in a threatening manner. I let
my tongue begin to tease the slime-covered little worm in her split. My nose stayed
buried in her beaver as I licked.
I tried to concentrate on the slick cock which screwed in and out of my drooling hole,
faster and faster. I washed the last remaining scent of the food and dog-jizz away from
her crotch. Eating pussy wasn't as bad as I'd been told, but it was nothing compared to
sucking a cock. The soft, yielding flesh was different from the hardness of a man's cock.
The odor was much lighter and not at all unpleasant. The slick juice was about the
same.
All those thoughts crossed my mind in a split-second. Then my pussy reached the
heated state where everything else was blocked out. One second the action in my twat
was just a part of the whole picture. The next second, it became the whole picture. I
was all cunt. Nothing else existed. I felt the dog's burgeoning hard-on with every fiber
of my body. Every inch of me got some satisfaction from that surging prick.
Mary Ann was going to get the satisfaction of totally humiliating me. She had reduced
me to her level. I couldn't hold back any longer. My animal instincts took over and
brought me closer and closer to the brink. I felt perverted as I gave in to my lust. The
slurping, popping noises coming from my cunt, the powerful smell of Mary Ann's
snatch, the burning thrills of the hammering dog-prick, the pleasurable pain from the
girl's squeezing hands, drove me into a frenzy.
The fur at the base of the dog's hard-on had rubbed the entrance to my cunt almost
raw. My bloated cunt-flaps felt like they'd been run through a washing-machine
wringer. My cervix felt like it had been beaten with a sledgehammer. My snatch felt like
I'd given birth to a whole litter. Yet it was the wildest, most satisfying fuck I'd ever
experienced.
My thighs began to tremble along with my ass. Then, without trying, I was wiggling
and hammering back into that humping dog-cock. I was trying for a harder thrust,
trying to take more and more of that big prick into my cunt. I rose until the pleasure,
the need, the pain, the heat and thrills all became too much. I floated off into the
delightful satisfaction of a heavenly orgasm.
My body was momentarily beyond feeling. My orgasm became spiritual. I sensed rather
than felt the dog as he shot his hot, heavy load of cum into my convulsing cunt. I
continued to ride the waves of release for several more seconds before finally sinking
back down to earth.
My face was still pillowed against Mary Ann's pussy, which I didn't dare leave
unsatisfied. She could still have me chewed up by the dog. I ignored my draining,
nearly numb cunt and concentrated on giving her a good orgasm.
Remembering things that Walter had done to my cunt, I spread her outer labia with my
fingers and sucked the inner ones into my mouth, clit and all. I felt her tremble. I
nibbled gently with my teeth and tickled them with my tongue. My pride didn't exist
any more.
Her clit felt like it vibrated as my tongue tip pushed under its little hood. I pushed my
lips tightly into her gash, forming a seal. I sucked, forcing her pussy-petals to draw
deeply into my mouth. A slight wave of satisfaction shivered through her. I let go with
a pop and trailed my tongue lower. Soon it was probing the slick, strong opening to her
cunt.
"Clean it out," Mary Ann gasped.
"Please..." I begged, not wanting to eat the dog-cum that floated inside.
"Clean it out," she repeated, squeezing my tits until searing pain flashed through my
chest.
My tongue shot inside her box. I could feel the cum dripping off the sides of her
crimson cunt walls as my tongue probed deeper and deeper.
She grabbed me by the hair, making me cry out in pain. I felt myself being twisted
over, like a calf in a rodeo bull-dogging contest. Then I found myself flat on my back
and she was kneeling over my face. Dog-jism streamed from her cunt. It drained along
my tongue and into my mouth. It took a big effort to keep from gagging, but somehow
I managed. When the last of the doggie-sperm was in my stomach, I started
concentrating on bringing her to a quick climax.
My tongue skittered and slapped over every inch of her cunt. She pulled the cheeks of
her ass apart and I flicked at her tiny shitter. I poked it and watched as her muscles
tensed and began to tremble. I slid my tongue back down, then ran it through her
swollen gash, and up to her clit.
Using the two fingers of my right hand, I shoved them into her hole and began to twist
them back and forth. Then I rubbed them in and out. The powerful ring of cunt
muscles began to quake as I fucked in and out. Her whole snatch began to grind into
my face with bruising force. I glanced up and saw her pull at her bra. Her tits fell from
the halter and hung below the band. She began to rub and play with them frantically.
Any hope I'd had of being able to blackmail Mary Ann had vanished. She'd seen to that
by forcing me to submit to her dog and herself. I still hoped to establish a hold on her.
If I was good enough sexually, she might want me again. That wasn't a pleasant plan
from my point of view. But it wasn't as bad as being hated and ignored by her.
In an effort to please her more, I slid my free hand up, along her perfect tummy, to her
right tit. My fingers began to tease the lush nipple and areola, while I licked and
chewed her bloated cunt-lips.
The girl was going quickly into orbit. Wave after wave of cunt-juice drained around my
fingers. It ran onto my chin as I licked her clit and finger-fucked her. Her thighs
suddenly clamped viciously around my head. I thought for sure she was going to crush
it. Then she began bucking mindlessly. She tensed and relaxed.
Mary Ann caught her breath and adjusted her bra before climbing off my face. I wasn't
expecting a thank you. I don't know what I expected, but it sure wasn't what I got.
I bent over to get my panties. She grabbed me by the hair and jerked. I flew across the
room. She planted a strong kick in my ass with the side of her foot. I slammed into the
wall head-first, before slumping to the floor.
She walked over and grabbed me by the pussy hair. I came up off the floor with a dazed
screech of pain.
"Well, Miss City-Slut, Miss Uppity, you were too good for us when your parents were
alive, now you come to us for help. Well, I'm going to make you crawl!" she spat,
backing me into a corner and pulling on my curly beaver until I thought she was going
to rip my entire snatch off.
"I... I never thought I was better than you," I sobbed.
"Oh, bullshit! Daddy used to tell Mama how your parents wouldn't come out to visit us
because we were poor."
"I... I..." I tried, before she jerked extra hard on my muff. "Ouch!" I screeched in agony.
"One word about me and Rover and I'll see that you're fucked by our prize bull."
"I won't say a word," I promised, "but please don't hate me! I want to be friends!"
"You'll get your chance to prove it someday," the girl said coldly as she let go of my
aching pussy.
We dressed in silence and walked back to the farm. I was twice as miserable now, if
that were possible.
When I got back, I went straight to my dresser, got clean underwear from where Jane
had stuffed it, and went into the bathroom to take a bath.
It was true that I'd looked down my nose a little at them, but not as much as Mary Ann
thought. Daddy had tried to put on a big front because he was ashamed of being poor
as a kid. I felt bad about that now, but there wasn't any way I could change it. I turned
on the water and cried my eyes out, hoping the water was loud enough to drown out
the noise of my unhappiness.


Chapter 3

Two days passed after that horrible afternoon and I began to adjust. It wasn't easy. The
boys were kinder than the girls. In fact they went overboard. That only made the girls
treat me worse. My uncle considered me a member of the family. He was used to six
kids and had learned long ago to stay away from their squabbles. I couldn't have turned
to him anyway.
It wasn't only the kids that gave me problems. I missed the city and all of its
conveniences. I had been an only child and was used to being the center of attention. I
was used to a room of my own. I was used to having enough money to get things I
considered necessary. Here, the only attention paid to me was wrong. I shared that
dingy room with someone who disliked me and I was broke.
I tried my damnedest, I really did, but I was awfully unhappy. Mary Ann started
coming in, without asking, and using my underwear. She knew I didn't dare complain.
Of course that gave Jane and Alice the excuse they needed. Soon all three girls were
doing their thing, in my things. I couldn't protest. I knew it wouldn't do any good and
this way, they might accept me. They didn't.
During the day there were certain chores each of us had to do. Besides working in the
fields, Matt and Paul milked the cows. Peter, the youngest at twelve, drove the few head
of livestock to pasture and back. Mary Ann and Alice took turns cooking. Jane and I
split the rest of the chores in the house. I got the worst ones. I washed the dishes, while
she dried. I took the garbage out to the hog. I cleaned the bathroom and did the
ironing.
Trying to be friendly with the boys, I mentioned that I'd like to learn how to milk the
cows. The boys thought it was great. In fact, the next morning, Matt tiptoed into the
room and woke me while it was still dark out. I dressed quietly, trying not to wake
Jane, and hurried to catch up with
Matt and Paul.
I found it was a lot harder than it looked. Both boys could grab a teat in each hand and
send stream after stream into the bucket. It sounded like a dozen people pissing in a
can. I couldn't get the muscles in my hands to work right. When I did it, the noise
sounded more like a little girl wetting in the toilet.
Finally, Matt reached around me and began to show me how. To my surprise, I caught
on. At least I caught on enough to get some milk out without bruising the poor cow.
Matt didn't leave. He knelt right behind me. His arms stayed around my waist as I
struggled with the cow. It felt nice to have someone paying attention to me. I'd milk
cows until my hands dropped off, just to keep him there.
The boys had ulterior motives in getting me out there and I'd half expected it. It was
difficult for them to be alone with me during the week. They worked all day in the field,
so any screwing had to be accomplished either early or late. If they waited until
evening, they were exhausted from the day's work and everyone was still up and
running all over the place. If they did it now, a half-hour before anyone got up, no one
would ever catch us, or know the difference.
Matt nodded at Paul. The younger boy grinned and said he'd take care of the milking if
we'd like to be alone for a while. It wasn't very subtle, but I didn't mind. I wanted to be
held, cuddled and appreciated. This was my chance. I scooted back and got off the
three-legged stool awkwardly. Matt headed for the ladder to the overhead loft and I
followed.
The weather was warm, even this early in the morning. Matt cracked the door to the
loft so we could catch the first glimmers of the sunrise.
"You're so pretty," he smiled. "I wish it was okay to fall in love with my cousin. It sure
wouldn't be hard to do."
I smiled sweetly at him and nestled my head against his chest for a second, before
turning my face up to his for a kiss. His lips pressed quickly against mine and mashed
them apart. Our tongues darted into each other's mouths and began to explore with
abandon. I felt my whole body slowly starting to warm as I flicked his teeth and he
caressed mine. I slid my tongue under his and began to tease and examine the soft,
wrinkled underside of his powerful licker. He slipped his hand quickly between the
buttons of my loose blouse.
My tits began to tingle as he traced the elastic at the edge of the cups. I worked my
hand up and undid the buttons so he could do a better job. His fingers found the taut
shoulder strap and worked it onto my arm. We couldn't linger over niceties. If we were
going to fuck, it was going to have to be a quickie. We had to finish and be inside at
the regular time or there would be questions.
My whole jug started to throb and tingle as his cool, strong fingers slid inside the cup.
He teased the sensitive flesh covering the firmer part of my confined boob. His fingers
worked deeper and deeper inside my halter. He came to the airy, ultra-soft part, near
the areola. My whole body shuddered with delight and my pap leapt to attention.
He pushed the front of my blouse back. His lips left mine. They went directly to the
hard, volcano-tipped mounds of my tits as he pushed my bra out of the way.
"Oh..." I sighed as the hurt of the last few days melted away. "Yes... oh, please!" I
breathed.
His lips circled one of the hard little nipples. His hands stole quickly to the front of my
jeans. My tummy trembled to his touch and thrilled as he found the snap and zipper. I
heard the click and metallic squeal as they came open. His fingers were worming their
way between the heavy trousers and my silky panties.
My tits were trembling beneath his lips and tongue. I felt the hand bounce over the
springy-soft padding of my compressed beaver. He was in a hurry and that made him
become a little careless. He didn't have the time to locate and trace the variety of folds
and wrinkles that made up my cunt. Instead he scraped and scratched the whole mound
lightly with his fingers. He pressed against the softness of my snatch without really
knowing whether he was doing a good job or not.
I understood his hurry and decided the best way to get the maximum pleasure was to
put my pussy out in the open. I hooked the top of my jeans and panties at the same
time. Raising my ass, I pulled them down. They slid smoothly over my knees, to my
ankles.
Being bare helped. His fingers immediately latched onto my warming cunt-lips and
pulled them playfully. My clit hardened under its little tent. It swelled until it ached
with need. The thin little folds of skin became bloated as he rubbed them together and
tugged. A fire started someplace deep inside my belly. I knew my cunt-hole would be
dripping its first beads of honey, getting ready for his welcome prick.
Matt twisted around and stopped sucking my tit. It didn't take any coaxing to get his
face into my musty twat this time. He pushed my legs as wide as they'd go in their
tethered condition. He traced my warm, moist split from top to bottom, time after time.
I turned around enough to reach his fly and work his gorgeous cock out of its hiding
place. The first rays of the sunrise were filtering through the crack in the loft door as
his wonderful cock sprang into view. I sighed as I watched the rugged-veined shaft
pulse, dance and throb, within inches of my face. Its mouth winked and made a small
snapping sound as I squeezed the purple knob.
My cunt was on fire. It burned and itched with thrilling need as Matt's tongue spun
around and around the top of my clit. The juice formed inside my cunt-hole, then
dribbled out, running in a small, sparkling trickle, through my gash.
Matt's fingers dipped into my heated hole. They made little sucking noises as they
worked back and forth. They twisted about, scraping the slick twat walls. I bent
forward. The spongy head of his sculptured tool pushed between my teeth. I began to
lightly grind and nibble on the plum-shaped knob. It was hard for me to keep from
letting out a delighted giggle as his whole ass tightened in appreciation.
The nectar from my horny cunt-hole was flowing so fast it was hard for Matt to keep it
washed away. I felt some of it run into the crack of my ass. The boy's tongue bravely
followed, seeking it out. I moaned in pure pleasure as the tip of his warm licker dug
between the powerful muscles and brushed across my asshole.
I released my grip on the head of his trembling hard-on and let it sink farther into my
mouth. It was delightfully salty. The knob became increasingly slick as it drooled its
powerful lubricant. I awkwardly worked my tongue against the sides and bottom of his
tasty dong and delighted as it shivered.
Matt continued to work between my legs. Having found that my asshole didn't taste
bad, or smell, he spread my buns and began to really give it a good going-over. His
tongue drew a wet circle around the outside of the crinkly, little pucker. It followed the
path of the tiny creases from each side, slapping from the outer edge to the center. He
touched the tight bung and pressed lightly, careful not to get inside. He ran his tongue
back and forth along the bottom of the big crack. My insides boiled and throbbed with
heated sensations.
I was going out of my mind with lust. I wrapped my arms around his powerful hips
and clawed his ass through the heavy pants. I sank my mouth onto his shaft as far as I
could. It wasn't enough. I struggled with his pants and got them all the way open. I
didn't waste a second. As soon as his balls came into view, I drove clear down on his
cock. My upper lip pressed tightly against his balls while my chin pressed as hard as it
could into his pubic bone and opened my mouth even wider. I stuffed both nuts tightly
to either side of his shaft and sucked them past my teeth.
Matt growled and moaned in heat. I shook my head from side to side and he gurgled.
My mouth was so full and strained that I couldn't move my tongue. God, but it tasted
good. I swore I could feel every tiny hair on his leathery fuck-sac as it tickled the insides
of my mouth. His cock-head was so deep that it felt like it was halfway to my stomach.
I wanted to drink his cum but I needed a good fucking. His balls were beginning to
shiver and the head of his prick was starting to swell. I didn't have time to think it over.
I pulled up. His balls fell wetly against the top of his thighs. I needed that wonderful
cock shoved up my twat. I needed it jammed deep inside my cunt. I could wait and
drink his sperm another day.
My pussy was way past the point-of-no-return. My thighs, hips and belly, were covered
with goose bumps. Sweat was trickling along the crack of my ass and running from my
armpits. My entire cunt was flooded with musky juice. The honey mingled with Matt's
spit and my sweat. It clung to my beaver like dew on a lawn. It made my yawning cunt
mouth pop and gurgle to the slightest movement. The muscles of my snatch were
instinctively flexing, trying to milk his finger. My clit was vibrating against his 
tongue. I was ready!
Without dropping his pants past his knees, he came down on top of me. I whimpered
and moaned in excitement as he guided the head of his bloated dick along the floor of
my split. I gasped in delight as he found my tear-shaped cunt-mouth pit and sank in
my hole balls deep.
Paul was still milking the cows below us and we were sure we were safe. What we
didn't know was that Jane had slipped into the barn. She'd come in the back door and
quietly climbed the ladder to the loft. Paul was busy with one of the cows and hadn't
seen her.
My ankles were close to my ass, but locked to the hay by Matt's weight on the crotch of
my pants. My tethered legs didn't cause any problem for Matt. He managed to spear
my twat with all seven inches of his stiff pole. But my trapped ankles kept my legs from
flailing about in heated abandon as the thrills swept through me. I made up for the lack
of freedom by clawing his jacketed back with my fingers. I raked the material until
there wouldn't have been a shred of skin left, if he hadn't been wearing it.
His meat knifed into my hole, stabbing the end of my cunt thousands and thousands of
times. Each thrust soothed an itch. Each probe brought me closer and closer to the
boiling point.
I could hear him gasping and panting over me. I buried my face in his shoulder. My
teeth sank mindlessly into his jacket. The hay snapped and crinkled under me. The
rounded cheeks of my ass began to tighten and roll in tune to his pistoning prick. It felt
so good that I began to tighten my cunt muscles around his tool. Matt gasped in animal
lust as I kept massaging his furiously fucking cock. His jacket roughly scraped against
my rock-hard nipples, making my jiggling jugs burn with delight.
Matt smothered me with his weight. Moving his arms along my sides, he grabbed a
cheek of my ass in each hand. I moaned and purred as he squeezed the pretty buns and
dug his fingernails into them. I felt them being pulled apart and it made my asshole
thrill. We weren't fucking on a blanket and the straw poked at my shitter. His fingers
tore and scraped the sensitive flesh, raising welts in his fuck-frenzy.
His fingers hurt, but it was a good hurt. It raised me to an even higher plane of lust as
the warm fire from the bruising scratches melted into me. His cock continued to hump
up and down. One second it was whizzing in. His cock rubbed, caressed and thrilled
the entire length of my cunt-barrel. The next second, it slammed into the end of my
snatch, almost knocking the wind out of me. Then his cock was pulling back, leaving a
trail of white-hot sparks. My cunt-petals and clit were pulled and tugged back and
forth, making my whole body churn with indescribable delight.
In and out, up and down, faster and faster – God, but it did feel good! His meat began
to expand and throb. The first river of cum shot from his trembling tool and painted
the sides of my cunt walls. I exploded into my own warm, secure orgasm.
The loft was lit up by the first rays of light from the rising sun, as I relaxed and opened
my eyes. There was a movement on the other side of Matt's panting, satisfied body.
Raising my head a little, I found that I was looking directly into Jane's crimson, strained
face.
"What..." I gasped.
Matt spun immediately.
"What in the fuck are you doing here?! " he roared.
The three of us remained frozen in our positions for a long minute.
"I... I... You woke me up when you got Brandy. I wanted to see what was going on.
Boy, are you guys ever in trouble!" she finally said, turning to flee down the ladder.
She didn't see Paul, who'd started up when he heard Matt's angry voice. He grabbed
her and twisted her arm behind her as he stepped off the ladder.
"You didn't see nothing and you ain't gonna tell Pa – you understand?" he growled,
shoving her back over to us.
The boys scared the hell out of Jane and made her promise on their mother's grave not
to tell my uncle. My goose was cooked anyway and I knew it. Even if she didn't tell
Uncle Luke, Mary Ann and Alice would know about it soon enough. The girls would
use it to make my life even more miserable.
While the boys threatened their sister, I pulled my clothes up and got ready to go back
to the house. What could have been a wonderful day was going to turn into a disaster. I
knew it, and was powerless to stop it.
Jane didn't say anything until the men had left for the field: then I saw her pull Alice
aside. My stomach knotted and I wanted desperately to run. I stayed with the dishes,
doing my best to fight down the panic that caroused through me as I saw Alice turn
and get Mary Ann.
"Why?" I sobbed quietly to myself. "Why did she have to catch us?"
No one said a word about it as we worked on our chores. Feeling that maybe I'd
misjudged Jane, I started to relax a little. Maybe she hadn't said anything after all. I
rinsed the suds off the dishes and set them in the drainer. Trying pathetically to keep
her happy, in case she hadn't told them, I took the dish towel and silently dried them
for her.
Taking my apron off when I was done, I rushed to my room. I had been huddling
miserably there on my bed for almost an hour, when the three girls came in.
"Take off your clothes, cousin-fucker!" Alice spat.
"No..." I shook my head bravely, realizing they'd waited for me to come up so they
could plan their revenge.
"You don't want us to rip them off, do you?"
I didn't have enough clothes as it was and, with the others wearing them, too, I
certainly couldn't afford to have any ruined. They'd win in the end and I knew it. I gave
in before they were able to close around me, and started to strip.
When I was completely naked, the two older girls grabbed an arm apiece. I was led
naked through the house and across the yard.
"What are you going to do?" I whimpered shakily.
The girls ignored me. We reached the barn and skirted around to the pig pen, where I
usually dumped the garbage.
"You're so horny you'd let your own cousins fuck you!" Alice screeched at me. "Well,
slut, you're a pig – you hear me? A pig! Pigs fuck pigs! You're gonna fuck that hog!"
Mary Ann, knowing how to really hurt, grabbed me by the beaver and yanked.
"You'd better not come out of there until you've done it or we'll really teach you a
lesson!" she said, jerking my pussy hair again.
The girls let go of me. Both my hands shot between my legs to rub my tortured crotch.
Jane swung the gate open wide and Alice shoved me, hard, in the middle of my back. I
tripped over a mound of shit the boys had raked up, slipped in some garbage, and fell
on my face in the muddy comer. I skidded to a stop against the filthy pig which lay
near the rail, attempting to stay cool in the midmorning heat. Mud spattered on my
face as I skidded and coated the front of me, from shoulder to knee, before I stopped.
"Find his cock and suck on it until he'll fuck you!" Mary Ann, who seemed to be in
charge, chuckled musically.
Tears welled in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks, washing the mud away. I
blinked furiously, trying to get the blur of tears out, so I could see. It was hopeless. If I
ran, I might get away. But where could I go without clothes? If I refused, the girls
would probably beat me up and force me to do it, or tell Uncle Luke. I found the
animal's cock and felt of it blindly, still unable to see good because of the tears.
The hog's cock felt weird. It was slick to touch and curled like a corkscrew at the end. I
tried to lower my head to where I could take it in my mouth. I found that I just
couldn't.
"Please..." I whimpered. "I can't do it!"
"You'd better!" Alice growled.
"I can't," I wailed miserably, and started to cry again.
"I saw the gate swing open through my veil of tears. Putting my arm on the pig's
bloated side, I rested my head against it and bawled my eyes out.
The girls surrounded me. The hog shifted restlessly. Suddenly my scalp was burning
with fearful pain as Mary Ann grabbed my hair. She started to force my head towards
the pig's curly cock. Alice bent over me. I screamed and choked on the lump in my
throat as she pinched my nipples and twisted them.
"Open your mouth!" she ordered.
At first I refused, but as she squeezed my little paps harder and harder, I found I
couldn't stand the pain. My mouth opened and the pressure on my nipples eased. Mary
Ann shoved my head, forward and I felt the funny-twirl cock screw into my mouth. I
closed my lips around it and felt the slick, pork-tasting, meat. Its tip pressed sharply
against the back of my mouth. The twist kept my jaw slack. The cock felt like a rubber
spring or a giant I.U.D. The rest of the prick wasn't much bigger around than my
middle finger. But it was long enough to fill my mouth all the way.
The pig grunted in excited satisfaction as I soaked his cock in my mouth. Mary Ann
wasn't satisfied. She jerked my head back, making the funny dick come back, until the
whirl caught on my front teeth. I glanced down and got a good look at it. The hogprick 
was pale and delicate, with brown-colored veins. It looked almost like marble.
Then my face was being slammed into its wiry-haired belly again and I was eating the
whole cock.
Mary Ann slammed me back and forth so hard and so fast that I bloodied my nose. She
didn't have any mercy. She kept it up until the pig was really squirming. The skin on
the pig's belly was uncannily humanlike. But the hair was like steel-wool. My lips grew
sore, and then raw, as they buffed and brushed against the base of his cock.
I moaned in agony. The mud was drying, crusting on my skin, and I felt filthy. I could
feel the skin on my face tightening around the streaks where my tears made paths in
the mud. My nipples still burned and ached and my scalp was on fire. I wanted to die. I
had never been so completely degraded and beaten in my life.
Then something inside me snapped. I wasn't going to give up without a fight. Two
could play this game. I'd get even – I'd find a way. Giving in hadn't worked before.
The first step in my plan had to be to defeat them at their own game. They were
winning because they were hurting me. Well, I'd turn the tables. I doubted very much
that they really planned on making me fuck the pig. I'd do it anyway. I'd enjoy myself.
Later, I'd fix them up really good.
I relaxed and waited for my chance. It came in a few seconds when Mary Ann let go of
my hair to rest her arm. Instead of resting my mouth and waiting for her to start again,
I moved enough to let the pig's cock fall out. I wrapped my fingers around the base of
the prick quickly and began to trail my tongue up and down, over the length of it.
The girls stared at me in disbelief. Oh, they made some wisecracks all right, but I could
tell they were disappointed. I took the edge of the curlicue-cock between my lips and
nibbled on it gently. Then I teased the artistic end and started over, at the base of it. It
felt good to disappoint my tormentors. So good in fact, that I began to really enjoy
blowing that goddamn pig. I noted with delight that the cock seemed to resemble a
rope, with strands that twisted together under the skin and everything.
When I made enough of a point that way, I took the prick back in my mouth and
began to suck it like I would a man's cock. The girls stood there dumb-founded, staring
at me in total disbelief.
The pig quickly heated to the melting point. I would have preferred to be fucked with
the pig mounted over me, like I had with Rover. It was a big animal, weighing, I would
guess, six or seven hundred pounds. My heated blow-job had so excited the porker that
he'd twisted until he was almost on his back. I had no idea about how to get him on his
feet.
I stood up. Before the girls could stop me, I swung my legs over his mammoth belly.
Jane's mouth flew open in amazement as I held his twisted cock in my hand and started
to guide it against my pussy. I'd been right; they hadn't been ready to make me fuck
the pig.
I felt between my legs carefully. I didn't seem to have any mud on my cunt. Just to be
sure, since I didn't want to sandpaper my snatch, I spit on my two clean fingers and
washed my split. I pulled my outer labia apart and up, so they wrinkled above my clit. I
felt around with the tip of the odd dick, found my cunt-mouth and let the hog-cock
sink in.
My pussy wasn't hot to start with. My planned revenge on the girls had affected my
mind, but not my body. But when that weirdly shaped prick started boring into my
box, it was so completely different, my cunt immediately dumped what felt like a cupful
of twat-honey.
The corkscrewed prick felt funny, like it was twisting and screwing in and out of my
snatch. I don't know if it actually was or not, but it sure felt wild. It found all of the
tiny pleats and crevices inside my cunt as I squatted. I began to boil. I put on a real
show for those bitches. I bit my lip in concentration as the weird curlicue-cock melted
my insides. I found my clit with my index finger and began to masturbate in front of
them. I wanted to make sure it really helped all the way. I used my free hand, which
didn't have to hold the pig's hard-on any more, to play with my boobs.
I couldn't touch my bruised nipples without feeling the pain, so I contented myself with
rolling the entire, ripe, mud-covered tits around with my fingers. I stunk, the pig stunk,
but I ignored it. I was reaching the point of sexual lust where nothing but the action
inside my cunt mattered any more.
My thighs humped my cunt up and down on the pig-prick as the three girls stared at
me in fascinated horror. I tightened my ass and rolled my hips towards them
suggestively. It felt so good that I rolled them back, bringing the pig's cock against the
base of my clit. The funny little tube slid in and out hotly. It wasn't anywhere near as
good as a man's cock, but it was novel, and that made the fuck good. As long as I'd
been forced into the situation, I was damned if I wasn't going to make the most of it.
I kept rubbing my clit with my fingertip as I fucked back and forth on the funny-cock.
My cunt was boiling. The lump in my throat was gone. My tits were trembling and my
ass was throbbing. The pig was beginning to wave its thin, bony legs and sharp hoofs
about. I had to watch carefully so he wouldn't kick me accidentally.
The pig's hindquarters began to move involuntarily and I felt his cock penetrate my
hole even deeper than before. His cock-screw had the ability to stretch my cunt as wide
as a man's cock because of the funny swirl at its head, but it didn't give that wonderful,
continuous buffeting that I got from a regular cock.
My eyes dulled and I felt a small trickle of spit slip from the corner of my mouth as the
heat began to peak. My entire body tingled. The passion and lust wasn't centered in any
one spot. It seemed to consume my entire being, from my fingertips to my scalp and
back down to my toes. I tingled and thrilled all over.
My snatch turned to liquid as I continued to rub and ride the twisted cock. I held my
thrilling sobs and purrs back as long as I could. Then it didn't matter any more. I lost
control.
"Oh! Ooooh, yes! Oooooh! God, that's wonderful!" I whimpered in between panting
and grunting.
My voice trailed off into a bunch of long, kittenish meows as I rode my passions to the
crest of the orgasmic wave. Then I crashed onto the wonderfully smooth beach of
satisfaction. I moaned. I squealed. I thrilled. I meowed. I did everything but pass out.
When the last pleasurable shock died away, I felt the pig start to shoot his load. I kept
fucking up and down on his cock as his hog-sperm filled my hole and drained out, onto
his belly. I kept screwing until he finished. I kept screwing until all the fuck-slime had
been scraped out by his twisted cock-end. Then I pulled off his cock, swung my leg over
his belly, stared defiantly at the three stunned girls and staggered slowly from the pig
pen.
I went directly to the hose in the back yard, where I washed the mud and pig-cum off.
After the hose and a leisurely bath, I got out, dried myself and went to the mirror. I
found that I was lucky. My lips and nipples were really sensitive, like the places Matt
had clawed, early that morning. But only the scratches on my flanks showed. My
nipples didn't appear to be damaged and my lips weren't swollen or skinned. I spent an
extra couple of minutes admiring my flat tummy, lush boobs and round ass, while I
planned my revenge. Then I got dressed.


Chapter 4

The girls and I stayed out of each other's way for the rest of the afternoon. I went to
the bedroom early. I had a plan for revenge now. Jane and I shared a large double bed
and that made it much easier.
When I got ready for bed, I bathed again, and put on my silkiest nightgown. Digging
deep in my purse, I found the bottle of cologne I kept hidden there, and put some on.
If I had Jane figured right, I could seduce her.
I went to bed before she came up, and lay there, pretending to be asleep. When she
came in, I ignored the light and noise. Faking restlessness, I waited. I even faked sob
once in a while.
She undressed, got into her flannel pajamas, and climbed into bed. I was ready. I had
lain down towards the center of the bed. Now, with my back turned to her, I drifted in
her direction until we touched. I wanted to make her start if I could. That way I could
catch her off guard.
It took a little patience and time, but it worked. A glow of satisfaction swept over me as
the little girl turned over. At first she was only interested in the gown. I felt her small
fingers lift a fold of the smooth material from the skirt. She stroked and rubbed it
between her fingers, enjoying the delicate, luxurious feeling.
I let a small, muffled sob escape my lips. The girl started to put her arm around me,
then stopped. She wasn't going to fall for it.
"Brandy," she whispered softly. "Wake up, you're having a nightmare."
"Ump..." I pretended.
"Brandy..." she whispered uncertainly, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Hm," I sighed, rolling onto my back.
"You were having a bad dream."
I had started the evening planning to turn her into a lesbian and then exposing or
dropping her.
Now, as we lay there talking, I grew to like her. I changed my plans. She was a nice kid
who was being led by her sisters.
Nice things fascinated her because she had never had them. She wanted to know more
about the city. I found out she only got to go into one a couple of times a year. Even
then, it was only for a quick shopping trip. She was also at the stage in puberty where
her tits, pussy hair, and period were exciting.
One thing led to another as we talked. Finally she admired my gown. That gave me an
opening. I let her dress in one of mine. Not only that, but I dabbed some of my cologne
on her. While we talked, I convinced her that I was really tormented about what her
sisters had done to me. She felt guilty about it. Owing me something now, she put her
arm over me, as we lay down, in an effort to soothe and comfort me.
I pumped Jane about why the older girls didn't like me. She told me that Mary Ann
thought I was a snob and that Alice had moved into her room. Even though Mary Ann
seemed to be the ringleader, Jane said it was Alice I should watch out for.
The girl explained that Alice was the meanest and hated me because I was pretty. Even
though she had big boobs, none of the boys in school would date her. I could imagine
how she felt when she found that even her own brothers couldn't resist me.
Deciding to take it step by step, I went ahead with my plan. I knew I could have a hold
on Jane – a strong hold. We started talking about boys, then about her brothers. We
got around to sex, and finally to the heated fuck she'd seen that morning. From there
on, it was smooth sailing.
I rolled over, as we were talking, and put my arm around her.
"You mean you've never had someone else touch your tits?" I whispered in mock
surprise.
"No..." she admitted, obviously not sure whether to be proud or ashamed.
"Here," I whispered, running my hand up the satiny-smooth bodice of her gown, "I'll
show you how wonderful it feels."
She stiffened, but didn't push me away. I slid my hand lightly over her ribs and brought
it around one of her small, firm titties, cupping it. She shivered as I massaged gently.
"Oh!" she gasped as I found her nipple and traced it.
I could feel the stiffness ease, even if her uncertainty didn't. I continued to work on her
nice little boob. I traced the sides first. My fingers worked their caresses from the outer
edges to the nipple, because that turned me on. Then I made circles, starting at the
edge and working in, towards the pap.
It only took minutes to have her completely under my control. Her heart was pounding
so hard I thought it might burst. Her nipples swelled and turned to stone. I ventured
off the cloth of the nightgown, to the center of her v-neck. Her smooth flesh broke into
goose bumps, like mine did when someone did that to me.
Hooking one of her shoulder straps, as if I were a boy, I slid it onto her arms. I tugged
the top of the gown down, turned it inside out and gently pulled her over, onto her
back.
The moon was full and cast a soft glow on us as I pulled the covers back. Jane looked
frightened. I stopped.
"Does it feel good?" I whispered. "Y-Yes," she whispered. "Do you want me to stop."
"No..." she admitted.
I lowered my mouth then. I'd never tasted a nipple before and was curious about it. I
found out quickly that I liked it. Her titties were warm and soft. My lips thrilled with
the caress of the tiny bumps on her areola. The strong, hard little nipple in the center of
them made me want to satisfy my hunger.
It was as soothing to me as it was exciting to her. I started to suck. She wiggled hotly
under my mouth and I began to boil. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my
boob.
"It's wrong," she moaned softly, tormented with guilt.
"Does it feel good?" I asked, raising up. "Yes," she admitted.
"Then how can it be wrong? As long as you still make it with boys..."
"I guess..."
"Did you know Mary Ann screws Rover."
"No!" she gasped. "No wonder she didn't want Alice to move in with her."
"Could be – now lie back and enjoy this. There isn't anything wrong."
Jane did lie back. The uncertainty lingered for a while before I felt her hand tugging at
my shoulder strap and helped her get it down. My boob dangled and made a perfect
target for her hand. I had her in my power. I had her where I needed her.
My lips took her soothing nipple between them again and I let my hand wander. I let it
rest on her thigh. As I moved it, I could feel the silky material slide on her smooth legs,
moving up a little.
I ran the flat of my hand lightly up along her thin hips and across her slender tummy. I
drew circles around her navel and traced the elastic band of the panties. She had a pair
of mine on. The two layers of silky cloth crinkled and rustled in the still room.
Neither of us was experienced in girl-girl sex. Yet neither of us was clumsy. We were
women, with women's bodies. We instinctively knew how to please each other. We
knew how to go about it without hurting. Her fingers kneaded and massaged my tits,
making my pussy turn all watery inside. My nipples were still sensitive from Alice's
cruel twisting, but not so bad that they couldn't be stroked and teased. It wasn't long
before I felt my cunt getting wet and sloppy.
I began to draw tiny circles on the delicate flesh around Jane's pouting nipples with my
tongue. My hand began to draw the smooth gown up from her ankles. When I got the
hem past her knees, I slid my hand under the airy fabric and caressed her soft, tightly
closed thighs. She didn't shave her legs yet. There wasn't any need to. The soft blonde
hair made her legs feel even more delicate as I brushed the line where the two limbs
pressed together. Slowly, ever so slowly, her legs relaxed and she let them drift apart.
The silky texture of the gown brushed the back of my hand and forearm as my fingers
delighted in the satin-smooth flesh on the inside of her legs. I moved slowly up,
brushing her skin with my fingertips as I went. I wanted to create a flow of irresistible
arousal in her pussy.
Her legs spread wider and wider as my fingers rose. I reached the soft little pads of fatty
muscle at the very top of her legs. Her snatch was waiting.
I didn't waste any time playing outside her panties. Instead, I immediately hooked her
leg band with a fingernail and lifted it. Holding it up, I worked the rest of my fingers
under.
Her pussy was still covered with the downy-soft curls of youth. My fingers thrilled to
the softness. I rested my hand on top of her cunt-mound. I lingered for several seconds,
soaking up the feel of her youthful virginity and the hot, lusty pleasure that was starting
to flow between my own tits and pussy.
Moving my fingers around, I hooked the very top of her little gash and teased the
rounded top of her split. My middle finger strolled down. I found the sloping rise of her
clit and traced it to the very top. Jane purred and wiggled beneath me.
I traced her trembling cunt-petals downward, to their source. Pushing gently against
her virginal cunt-mouth, I discovered it was already sloppy-wet. I drenched the tip of
my middle finger in her twat-honey and drew the slick syrup back up, between her
pussy-petals, to the bottom of her clit. Working my slick fingertip under the little cowl,
I found the hidden joy button and slid my fingertip around in circles.
Jane gasped and shuddered as I fingered her clit. She was on fire. She was my prisoner
now – my slave. I got her cunt-flaps between my fingers and rubbed them back and
forth, against each other, heating her even more.
"Do me like Matt did you," she gasped.
I let go of her soggy nipple. Pulling the loose panties off her hips, I buried my face in
her silken beaver. She gasped, a little too loudly, as I trailed the tip of my tongue the
length of her split. She moaned as my tongue caught on the protruding clit cowl and
inner labia.
"Shh," I whispered, raising up for a second.
Jane's pussy smelled clean. Her heat made her snatch warm and musty, but not dirty. It
tasted good. Her gash was moist with sweat, giving it a salty taste, and her twat-syrup
added to it. My tongue picked up every vibration of her pulsing pussy. I thrilled as her
shadowy box shivered and tingled against my mouth.
I mashed her pussy-flaps back and washed the hint of bitterness away from her little
clit. I slid my tongue farther along the slime-covered inner gulley. I teased the top of
her cunt-mouth. She whimpered with need as I dove inside her hole.
I licked and explored the spot, just inside her cunt, where her pussy-petals fastened.
Her hand started up my thighs. The silky material of the gown kissed my flesh. The
pressure of her fingers made the material feel like a warm, wet tongue. I shivered with
delight as she dipped beneath the hem and started towards my pussy.
Jane was in for a surprise. I was ready. I wasn't wearing any panties. Her fingers
cautiously moved towards my muff, unprepared for what she was going to find. The
tips touched my beaver, froze in momentary surprise and then continued on their
thrilling way. I spread my legs to give her more to work on.
I was lying with my head towards the foot of the bed. My hips were within easy reach
of her face. She was curious, and extremely aroused. I felt her taking the hem of my
gown and lifting it with both hands. It fell back against my ribs, bunching up in
graceful folds.
My modified plan was working better than I had hoped. I hadn't expected to get this
far, or have this much cooperation on my first try. I wondered if it was because my aunt
was dead, and the two older girls demanded obedience, without giving love or
tenderness in return. Whatever the reason, I was happy. Not only was I seducing the
girl and winning her to my side, but she was willing to satisfy my needs, too.
Our tongues flicked out and washed each other's exposed cunts. Our hands explored
each other's tits and asses. I was the first to dare go further. I found the tiny, tender
pucker, buried deeply between the well-rounded melons of her ass. I held her buns
apart, and explored her little gray-brown asshole with my middle finger.
I stopped long enough to soak up some of the cunt-juice from her hole. Getting my
fingers between her buns again, I pushed at the center of her asshole with my slick
digit. The strong, tight muscle gave way. The wet finger sank in her ass a quarter of an
inch. A thrill ran through my hot body as I felt her moist, strong ring wink.
I pushed harder and sank in her butt to the first knuckle. I was delighted when she
squirmed. I was surprised to find that the ring was as thick as it was, and as solid. It
was entirely different from the ones in her cunt-hole.
"It bums," she whispered hoarsely. Then, as I started to pull my finger out of her
asshole, "No... keep it up, it burns good!"
Her fingers started soaking up the wet trickle of nectar draining from my cunt-hole. I
knew I was about to find out what it felt like to have my brownie tickled. I was anxious
to learn, because I was still a back-door virgin. I felt her fingers spread my ass-cheeks
and dig around with her slimy fingertip until she found my shitter.
"Ooooh!" I gasped. "I see what you mean."
Jane giggled nervously and kept driving hotly inward. My asshole burned, but it was a
pleasant burn. My entire pelvic region warmed. Not to be outdone, I shoved my middle
digit up her ass, until it was as deep as I could get it. We wiggled hotly, hooked on each
other's claws. I was curious about how it would feel to have both holes plugged.
Wedging my other arm into position, I shoved three of my fingers into her pussymouth. 
I felt her cunt-lips and clit being pulled away from my lips. I had to adjust so I
could keep licking them.
It was impossible to see her crimson hole in the moonlight. It was all right. I liked the
sight of pink cunt-lips and stiff little clitty. I wiggled all of the fingers I'd 
buried inside her and lapped crazily with my strong tongue.
Jane did the same. Within minutes we were both on the verge of our orgasms. The
house was deathly still. It seemed to be waiting for something to ignite the musty
flavored, electric static that charged the air in our room. The only sound was an
occasional squeak as Uncle Luke moved a chair or something in his bedroom, directly
below us.
My cunt began to tremble and quake. Jane removed her wet fingers with a lewd,
sucking pop. She drove her warm tongue inside my cunt-hole. Then I was coming. Just
as I started to see the brilliant lights and hear the wonderful, fulfilling symphony, Jane's
thighs locked around me. She drove her pussy into my face. We experienced the
ultimate pleasure of our need together.
When it was over, and we had straightened our clothes, we lay back in each other's
arms and talked quietly. It became immediately apparent that the girl was willing to be
my friend and love-slave. It also became evident that she was fascinated with the fuck
she'd seen in the hay loft that morning.
As we talked, she wheedled and begged until I promised I'd let her watch again. At the
same time, I made her give me her word that she wouldn't betray me.
We lay there for several minutes, plotting just how to arrange it so she could watch
while I got screwed. Together, we decided that the ideal place was right there, in our
bedroom. We could hide her in the closet. I could leave the light on and she'd be able
to see everything.
Jane wanted to do it right then, but I'd just had an orgasm. I had to admit that it wasn't
as great an orgasm as I would have had with a man, but it had been satisfying. Jane
kept working on me until I gave in.
What the hell, I thought to myself. I don't mind a nice, friendly fuck. If it'll cement my
relationship with Jane, it'll be worth it. I knew it wouldn't hurt Paul's feelings any if I
gave him his turn in the sack.
"Okay, get in the closet, but for God's sake don't make a sound," I warned.
As soon as I got Jane hidden away, I tiptoed down the hall and into the boys' bedroom.
All three of them were asleep. I figured out which one was Paul and woke him quietly. I
checked the hall and made the short trip to my room with him on my tail. Checking
the hall again, I shut the door behind us.
"Where's Jane?" Paul asked nervously, standing in the center of the room.
"She got mad at me about this morning and went to sleep with the other girls," I lied.
"That's dumb!" the boy sighed.
"Um-hmmm," I smiled, falling to my knees in front of him. "I got to feeling guilty
because you always got left out."
The boy's blue eyes sparkled as he looked down at me. He had been sound asleep, but
this had woken him up in a hurry. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and fingercombed 
his long hair happily. I ran my hands up the front of his thighs and watched
his shorts bulge. He leaned against a straight-backed wooden chair for support. It
almost fell over.
"Careful," I warned, as the front legs banged noisily against the floor.
He nodded and I pulled his underpants down. The boy blushed as his proud fuck-stick
sprang free and stood straight out.
"It's beautiful," I purred, as I traced the sensuous curve on the top side of the rugged
cock.
"You like it?" the boy asked rather quizzically.
"Um-hmm," I giggled, as I caught the cock-head between my fingers and lifted it up to
his belly.
We were in a perfect position for Jane to see everything that was going on. I decided to
start with his balls. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth and took both of the
prickly-haired eggs in my mouth. I teased the nuts with my tongue, sucked and mauled
them gently and spit them out. Paul was holding onto the chair again.
My fingers still had his cock against his belly. I touched the tip of my tongue to the
spot where his prick joined the sac. I began to slowly trail my wet licker upwards to his
circumcision scar. Paul trembled and bumped the chair against the floor again.
"Careful!" I whispered. "Brace yourself against me."
He did and I breathed a quick sigh of relief. No more noise. I could concentrate on
really sucking his cock right. I licked the underside of his prick-shaft several more times
and traced all of the tiny creases jn his thin, taut circumcision scar. Paul's knees were
shaking weakly and he was having trouble holding himself up.
I let go of his spongy knob and watched. His rod bounced up and down several times
before standing straight and still. Forming my lips into a tight circle, I drew them
tightly against my teeth. I held his proud tool at the base and pushed against its
pillowed crown with my lips.
The boy gasped as the crimson cock-head disappeared into my face. He let go of my
shoulders and grabbed my head. His fingers laced into the long, silky hair. I flicked my
tongue just under the rim of his cock and thrilled as he trembled and clutched at me.
I relaxed and let him guide me against him. I sucked his dick hard, making my cheeks
cave in. The boy's ass tightened and pushed forward. He drove the rest of his powerful
tool into my throat.
His hands twisted and wove through my hair as he tenderly held my head and guided
me back. I enjoyed each probe of his salty-tasting prick and thrilled to the strong,
manly aroma of his hot crotch.
When it got to be too much for him to take standing up, I let him go to bed and pulled
my nightgown over my head. Paul watched me wide-eyed, making all kinds of praising
comments about how lovely I was. I ate his praise up. Believe me, I needed it. Even
with Jane on my side, the ache and loneliness still lingered.
"I... I want to eat you like Matt did," Paul said nervously.
"All right," I smiled.
I climbed onto the bed so I was kneeling over his face. He raised himself with a pillow,
so his head was tilted. It was a perfect position for me to work on him. I lifted his cock
up, from his belly. Opening my lips again, I wet them with my tongue and slid back
down. His cock sank into my mouth.
Paul's tongue reached out nervously and he drew the flat of it across my gash, like a
dog. Warm chills shot through my inner labia and clit. I felt my insides starting to boil
and knew my pussy would soon be unleashing its juices.
His cock grew hotter and hotter as I worked on it. It warmed and thrilled my palate as I
slid up and down on the stiff meat. His body odor was clean and strong, helping to heat
me even more. Remembering what I'd done to his sister, I licked my finger and spread
the cheeks of his ass.
The boy gasped as I found his hair-fringed shitter and pushed in. The spit wasn't a
good lubricant. His asshole was dry and the saliva didn't do much for it. I pushed
anyway. The strong ring of muscles gave and my finger sank in his butt. The boy
choked in heat. The walls of his shit-chute were moist and slick and I didn't have any
trouble from then on. I wiggled my finger in his tight bung as I sucked on his prick.
Paul wasn't an expert at eating twats, but it was doing wonders for me. I couldn't keep
my ass still. I wiggled it up and down and in circles, blindly hoping that he'd touch
every spot hidden in my cunt-mound.
I lowered my chest so my dangling tits could jiggle and scrape against his belly. The
wiry hair teased and caressed the proud nipples and made them leap to attention. They
grew so large that he could almost milk them by hand. His fingers trailed across my
scratched flanks and the marred flesh broke out in bumps. He reached behind my
thighs and pulled my pussy-lips farther apart. I meowed and purred in absolute passion.
His cock was rising and falling as his butt-hole tightened around my finger. Both of us
were about ready. I hoped Jane was having a good time. I could imagine her, kneeling
in the closet, watching us through the keyhole and diddling the hell out of her clit and
pussy-lips. What I didn't know, and wasn't to find out until later, was that Uncle Luke
had been disturbed when Paul banged against the floor. He'd come up to investigate,
cracked the door, and watched almost all of our lovemaking. At that minute, we were
too hot to notice anything besides each other. The family could have come in and held
a party and we'd never have known.
Paul sank a finger into my cunt-hole as he licked my gash. I felt it rub and probe the
soft insides of my snatch. His hands were strong, rough workmen's hands, but luckily
were well cared for and didn't have any hangnails.
I couldn't wait any longer. Lifting my twat off Paul's face, I pulled my smelly finger
from his asshole. Letting his cock fall from my mouth, I twisted around and got on all
fours.
"Screw me dog-fashion," I pleaded.
Jane's brother was delighted with the idea. He knelt behind me. I rested my head on
the bed and pushed my tits into the bedding, so my ass would raise higher. My pussy
became a good target. The boy found his mark, positioned his cock on my cunt-mouth
and pressed in.
Paul's prick wasn't as big as Matt's, but it was plenty big enough. The crimson knob
pushed against my well-oiled cunt-mouth and quickly found its way into the yawning
chasm beyond. I held my breath as his burgeoning prick surged in my hole.
I grabbed the pillow and buried my face, so I could muffle my own satisfaction. My
cunt-lips were drawn down. I felt them grab the sides of his blue-veined shaft, and
follow it up and down as he fucked me.
He tickled my asshole with his fingertips for a few seconds, then fell forward, much the
same as Rover, and lay across my back. I straightened up, so I was resting on my arms.
My tits jiggled and danced as they dangled downward. He increased the speed of his
screwing and I felt my boobs begin to flop uncontrollably. Paul swiveled his hips
sideways. My whole body moved as his cock hit the insides of my cunt from different
angles. My tits flopped and bounced against his strong arms.
I gasped as his hands came up from the bed and caught my dancing jugs. I supported
his weight gladly. He squeezed a bit too hard, but I was so totally wrapped up in our
fuck that I didn't even notice. My pointed nipples stuck out and circled hotly in
different angles as he squeezed. The soft fruit oozed around his fingers. My jugs caught
up with the heat in the rest of my body. I had to drop down, so I could bury my face in
the pillow and muffle my purrs.
The room, which had been so quiet while Jane and I made love, seemed to echo our
tortured breath as we screwed feverishly. I wondered how Jane was doing in the closet.
I knew that I'd be well on the way to a second orgasm if I were watching.
As my heated hole thrilled more and more to his plunging cock, it became over-juiced
and began to make sloshing noises. Suddenly my asshole began to ache. Pulling my face
out of the pillow, I turned to the side.
"Stick your finger in my asshole!"
Paul grinned, raised off my back, let go of my tits, and drove his middle finger deeply
into my shitter.
"Oh, Jesus!" I whispered, as I felt it disappear up my butt.
It was so satisfying! I felt like I was in heaven! He was soothing both itches at once. He
slapped and slammed his dick into my cunt. He battered my thighs and ass with his
bony pelvis and diddled my asshole with his probing finger.
He sped up. My boobs started flopping wildly again. The bed springs creaked and the
frame protested. The sweat poured off us and the air was filled with our tortured
breathing and sloshing, meshing sex organs. The scent of my cologne wafted up and
mingled with the lingering scent of Paul's cock.
I couldn't see the action from where I was, but I knew his prick was glistening with my
twat-honey. My pink cunt-petals would be lewdly following the rod, wherever it led
them. Looking under us, I tried to see if my little clit had snaked out. I couldn't see, but
could sure feel his cock rubbing it.
My clit began to shiver and vibrate as I glowed with impending release. I felt his cock
grow bigger and bigger in my clinging hole. It started to pulse. My cunt grabbed and
released his dick with as much sureness as a milking machine. My blood stream filled
with passion, pumped it throughout my body. Wave after ecstatic wave of release
pounded through my heart and filled every corner of my being.
I was almost finished when he popped his finger out of my asshole and I had another
orgasm. The hard, pounding waves of my new fireworks competed with the dying ones
of the old. I buried my face in the pillow and bit the white cloth of the worn pillow case
to keep from screaming.
Paul shot his load into my quaking cunt. He pumped on for a couple of minutes, until
his jism turned foamy. Exhausted, he finally unplugged. I slid out, full-length, on my
belly, wanting to enjoy the last lingering spasms of satisfaction before getting the
handkerchief and cleaning my snatch.
Paul quietly pulled his undershorts back over his soggy, limp tool. He bent over.
Kissing me tenderly, he tiptoed happily from the room.
Jane came out of the closet, soaking wet with sweat, and completely awed by what she'd
seen. Her panties were drenched with her pussy-juice.


Chapter 5

I was delighted to find how much the night's events had changed Jane. It was actually
fun to do my chores with her helping me. Maybe we went overboard, but it was such a
relief for both of us. We acted like a couple of happy six-year-olds. When we were done
with the dishes, we had soap in our hair and water on the floor. Of course we got yelled
at. Mary Ann took Jane aside and tried to drive a wedge between us. It didn't work.
Jane, while she might have swayed to her sister's side, was interested in sharing
adventures like the ones the night before. I had her in my power, at least for the
minute. What I had to worry about was keeping her there. I had to solidify my present
position and then get even with Mary Ann and Alice. It was almost like I was nine
again and trying to form a club so I could protect myself from two bullies down the
block.
For the first time since I'd arrived, I didn't feel lonely and insecure during the morning.
I didn't feel like packing a suitcase and running away. That was nice. The morning
flowed smoothly into lunch.
After the meal was over and our chores done, the boys returned to the field without my
uncle. Mary Ann and Alice, still upset with Jane and me, decided to walk over to a
neighboring ranch and spend the afternoon with some friends there.
Jane was in the habit of mixing some lemonade and taking it to the boys in the field.
My uncle came in, asked her to mix it early and take it on out. He also told her to
spend the afternoon with the boys, as he wanted to talk to me.
I got really shook. I was as scared of Uncle Luke as his own kids were. When he stared
at me with those cold blue eyes and said to do something, I did it so fast that I was
almost done before he ended the sentence.
My uncle wasn't a church-going man, but was so very strait-laced. He raised his kids by
the book and didn't smoke or drink. All I could think about, while I watched Jane
mixing the jug of juice, was that somehow he'd found out about one of my sexual
encounters.
Jane left for the field. I, knew I should get up and boldly walk into the parlor. I should
ask him what he wanted to talk about. I should, but I couldn't. I was so scared, I
wanted to vomit. Finally I heard his heavy boots. He'd come looking for me. I felt the
blood drain from my face and I grew clammy. I looked at my hands as they twisted in
my lap.
"Well, Brandy..." he said quietly.
Walking to the table, he caught a chair by its back, spun it on one leg and sat down,
straddling it. He leaned forward in the chair and rested his arms on its back as I studied
my hands nervously. It dawned on me that I shouldn't be wringing them. I unclasped
them. They shook so bad I laced the fingers together again.
"Wh... what, what did you want to see m-m-me about?" I managed.
"I'd noticed that you weren't gettin' along with the girls, Brandy. I couldn't help
wondering why, when you got along so well with the boys. Last night-"
"I... I..." I stammered.
"I went upstairs to find out what all that thumping was on the floor and..."
My vision blurred and I felt light-headed. I didn't cry. I almost fainted. My heart started
pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.
"And I found out!" he said, spreading his arms in exasperation.
"Please..." I whimpered.
"I'd been warned about you before you came. I know you're on the Pill and that you
know what sex is all about. I knew it when I told the people I'd take you in. But I
didn't think you'd be making it with my boys."
I hung my head in shame and waited for the axe to fall. The uncertainty of whether he
knew or not was gone now, and I was able to calm myself a little.
"When I first saw what you and Paul were doing, I almost sent you packing, bag and
baggage. Then..." he sighed. "Then I made the mistake of hesitating. I made the
mistake of watching your little show."
I stared at him in bewilderment. What was he saying? Was he going to boot me out, or
was I going to get to stay? My stomach, which had stopped burning, started in again.
"Do you know how long it's been since I've been with a woman? A year and a half.
Ever since Martha got sick. During her illness I was faithful, like a husband should be.
Then, since she passed on, I've been so busy trying to hold the family together that I
haven't had time for courting." He sighed.
"I... I..." I began.
"Let me finish," he said, waving me down. "I've gone to bed aching for a woman almost
every night. But I have a family to raise... Then you came around. Do you have any
idea what it's like to be a man, surrounded by women he can't touch? My God, girl, I'm
forever looking through gaps between buttons, down the front of blouses, up skirts, or
catching one of the girls running through the house in their under things! I'm only
human! I control myself because they're my own flesh and blood."
I stared at my clenched hands and white knuckles, wishing he'd make his point.
"Brandy, it isn't that different with you around. It's wrong! As wrong as can be! But
you aren't a virgin. At your tender age, you know what it's all about. You're on the Pill
and everything...
"I've wrestled with this problem ever since I watched you last night. I can't just boot
you out, with no place to go. I can't deny myself, knowing that you're putting out to
my sons – yet I must be discreet!
"You can slap my face if you want – I can't say I'd blame you – but, if you're going to
stay, you're going to have to share your bed with me... as well as the boys."
I felt like I had just been strapped in the electric chair and been reprieved at the last
minute by the governor. The room, which had seemed so dark and foreboding,
suddenly was bright and cheerful. I'd fucked a full-grown man before. After all, that
was what Matt was.
It dawned on me that I wasn't out of trouble yet. Being caught with one of the boys
was one thing; with one of the girls, it would be something else. I wasn't naive enough
to think I could keep it a secret forever. What I had to do was keep my uncle so happy
that he'd ignore it when he found out.
"I know it's wrong, Uncle Luke," I began coyly, "but I owe you so much... I have to
admit that I've wondered what it would be like to sleep with you. I'll go to bed with
you."
It was his turn to be nervous now. I stood up and held out my hand. We stared at me
for a couple of minutes before getting up. When he was ready, we walked from the
room hand in hand. I expected him to take me to his bedroom and was surprised when
we headed for the stairs instead.
"I can't bear to do something like this in the bed I shared with your Aunt Martha," he
said, answering my unspoken question.
I nodded in sympathy, my heart going out to him. I couldn't begin to imagine how
much he must miss her. We climbed the stairs and went to my room. I felt like a whore
as he sat down on the edge of the bed and watched me unbutton my blouse.
It was all so cold and calculating. It frightened me a little to know that I was about to
screw my father's brother. Not only was I going to screw him, but I was going to try
and addict him to it. I hated myself for what I was about to do. Then I thought about
Alice and Mary Ann and how they had forced this whole thing on me. I decided I
wasn't such a slut after all.
I didn't have any problem with the buttons on my blouse. It pleased me to see the
sweat break out on my uncle's forehead. I set the garment aside. Reaching behind me, I
unfastened the hooks on my bra. I quickly rotated my arms and caught the cups before
they could reveal my ripe tits. If I was going to ball my uncle, then I was going to do it
up right.
The shoulder ribbons scraped against my arms as they fell. I watched his face carefully
as I let the cups come slowly down. I felt the soft, smooth fabric on the inside of them
scrape my hard nipples. I held them for a second longer, letting the material hang from
my jutting paps and fall loosely into my hands. The straps slid all the way down my
arms. I let it fall from one and caught it with the other, at the last second. I set it on the
dresser next to my blouse.
Uncle Luke's face turned a deep scarlet as he stared at my provocative boobs. I
pretended not to notice. I took my time, moving about the room, letting them sway and
jiggle as I went. I got in my dresser and pulled out the sexiest thing I had. It was a
nearly transparent, wrap-around house coat. I held it up for him to see before setting it
down on the dresser.
"Would you unbutton my jeans?" I whispered, stepping in front of him.
His hands were shaking violently as he reached for the top of the pants. He hooked his
fingers inside the band and held it for a moment while he found the zipper and tugged
it down. I suppressed a giggle as his eyes glazed and I stepped back. Glancing down, I
saw that a triangle of pale-yellow nylon showed at the front of my open pants.
Hooking my fingers into the loose top of my jeans, I began to wiggle slowly out of
them. The pants were tight and I had to work the heavy cotton down the thighs. I
wasn't going slow on purpose, but the effect was devastating. Uncle Luke licked his lips
over and over, staring at me hungrily. Inch after inch of my nylon-covered hips came
into view as I tugged. The tease didn't end when I got them past my crotch. I bent over
and began pulling on them at my knees. My boobs hung down and swayed. I glanced
at Uncle Luke once and noticed the lewd bulge in his pants had started to make a wet
spot at its highest point.
When my pants reached my knees, the weight of the bunched-up cloth made them fall
to my ankles. I stepped out of them. Bending over quickly, I made my jugs bounce as I
picked them up. After putting them on the dresser, I raised my arms above my head
and pulled my shoulders back. Turning slowly, I modeled for him. Then, I dropped my
arms and hooked the thin band at the top of my panties.
Instead of just pulling my panties down, I rolled them. I thought my uncle would go
out of his mind. His heavy breathing echoed through the room as inch after inch of my
firm, supple body was revealed.
When I reached the top of my beaver, I turned and pulled the panties down in back for
a second so he could see my ass. Pulling them back up, I turned and continued rolling.
It was fun to see how much he wanted me. I bared inch after inch of my neat muff
without stopping. The panties finally became a thin yellow line on my thighs.
With my whole cunt-mound exposed, there wasn't any tease left. I worked the
underwear off my legs and stepped out of them. I tossed them on the dresser and
picked up the short robe. Holding it in my hands for a moment, I modeled.
Putting the robe on, I knotted the thin cord around my waist and adjusted the front. I
left it loose so it didn't hide anything. Then I went to the bed and began to undo his
shirt.
The faded garment was soaked with sweat. I was delighted to find that I had such a
powerful effect on my uncle. It was a scary feeling. Uncle Luke stood up as I finished
with the buttons.
For a middle-aged man, my uncle was very handsome and well put together. He was
pale where the shirt protected him, and had an abundance of salt-and-pepper curls on
his chest. His arms, from where his shirt sleeves ended down, were deeply tanned. His
belly was flat and hard. His hips had widened with age, but his chest was gigantic. He
was a real powerhouse. Any woman would have been proud to sleep with him.
I undid his wide belt as he stood clenching and unclenching his fists. He wanted to
touch me so bad and yet was reluctant to. Before undoing his pants, I put my arm
around him and melted against his hard stomach. My cheek rested in the hair on his
chest and my tits burned into his solid midsection.
I'd given him the opening he needed. He put his arms around me and ran his fingers
over my naked butt. I shivered with delight and thrilled to the manly aroma of the
morning's sweat. I held my ground for a careful minute and then backed off, so he
wouldn't have time to compare hugging me to hugging his daughters.
He shivered as I opened his fly and undid the button on his waistband. I dropped to my
knees in front of him and pulled his pants to his ankles. He'd been working in a muddy
section of field that morning and left his shoes on the back porch. I didn't have to
worry about getting them off. I held his pants while he stepped out of them. Picking
them up, I handed them to him. He reached over and laid them on the dresser.
He stood in front of me, clad only in his white boxer shorts and work socks. I stared at
the delightful forest of crotch hair that lay exposed behind the gaping fly and reached
for the snap above it.
The shorts fell to his ankles unceremoniously and I forgot to help him out of them. He
had the handsomest hard-on I'd ever seen. Its big knob was red and swollen. The veins
along the sides of the prick-shaft stood out so far it was unbelievable.
I reached out and took his balls in my hand. They were so big that they completely
filled my palm. Wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base of his boner, I
clamped my lips around the spongy, dark-red knob. His prick sank immediately to the
back of my mouth.
My uncle choked. Sobbing with pent-up release, he filled my mouth with his manly
load before I could pull back off his cock. If I had thought, I might have gone a littler
slower, but it was just as well. Now I could take my time, really satisfying him.
His spurting prick unleashed a year-and-a-half supply of need into me. The yeasty
flavored jism flooded into my throat and gushed down to my stomach. It backed up,
around the head of his rod, and drowned out the salty taste of his cock. I felt his cum
pool under my tongue, and finally rise above my teeth.
Even though his orgasm was quick, I wanted to be sure it counted for something. I
began to rock back and forth, sucking and swallowing on his twitching cock for all I
was worth. My lips caressed and massaged his rod like a nipple as I milked. His balls
were so full of cum that my mouth filled to overflowing. His cock splashed around in it.
Streamers clung to the roof of my mouth and painted my teeth. It began to ooze past
my lips and run in a river from the sides of my mouth. I used my free hand to wipe the
excess jizz off my chin before it could drip onto my robe. I sucked until his tool had
emptied and shrunk.
"God..." he moaned, half in ecstasy and half in guilt.
I didn't give him a chance to really think about it. Standing up and wiping my lips with
a handkerchief, I pushed him back on the bed. He didn't protest as I lay down with my
knees resting against the bedstead.
Positioning myself just right, I rested with my elbow between his legs. My boob, which
had fallen from the front of my robe, shaped itself to the contour of his hairy thigh. It
sat there, pouting prettily.
I started on his balls. Being extremely careful not to hurt him, I teased the thin, leathery
sac and rolled his giant acorns around. Pinching the flesh lightly, I pulled it aside. I
rubbed the heavy muscle running between his dark, hairy crack and nuts.
His cock, which lay tiredly on his belly, began to show signs of life again. His hands
slid warmly up the inside of my velvety thigh. It found my swampy snatch. I felt the
heat flash through my tummy and my legs drifted open for him. He twisted onto his
side so he could examine and play with my girlish pussy.
I traced the crack of his ass lightly with my fingertip a couple of times. Then I let his
balls fall back in place. I scraped the underside of his half-hard prick, right at the base,
with my fingernail. The gorgeous slab of meat grew before my very eyes. I rubbed it
harder with my fingertip. It filled to capacity and lay swollen and hard.
My uncle's fingers weren't idle. My box warmed nicely as he pinched the delicate, soft
flesh on the underside of my butt and the base of my thighs. He pressed and massaged
my hairy pussy-pads deeply. I squirmed happily. My cunt lewdly popped and a trickle
of juice seeped out.
He dipped his fingertip in and drew the wet nectar back towards my beaver, coating the
crest of my pink pussy-petals as he went. Drops of the sparkling juice clung to my muff
like dew. My uncle might have been out of practice, but he hadn't helped his wife
create six kids without learning quite a bit about screwing.
I slid my fingers over the shiny, tight flesh on the underside of his hard-on. Within
seconds it was bouncing merrily to my tickling touch. Taking the shaft as close to the
balls as I could, I began to whip it in circles. I don't know if it did much to increase his
heat, but it sure increased the size of his dong.
Keeping my fingers in place, I brought my lips close and flicked its velvet crown with
my tongue. He gasped and shivered. I drew little circles around his piss-hole and
rubbed its rim with the broad, flat part of my licker. Laying it back on his belly, I drew
my tongue the entire length of his tool, then clamped my lips around it, like a dog
carrying a bone, and began to leisurely chew.
Uncle Luke buried his face between my legs. I discovered that he was an asshole freak. I
felt his fingers pry my ass-cheeks apart. Suddenly he was washing my little bung lustily.
I shivered and moaned. He drew wet circles around the outside of my shitter and slowly
made smaller and smaller ones. He finished by vibrating the wet taster at the very
center of my asshole.
Tired of chewing on his cock, I stood it back up and pressed my lips around the knob.
As soon as they closed around the firm, cushiony prick-head, I began to whip and beat
it with my tongue. Uncle Luke moaned in heated delight as I tortured him. Leaving my
asshole, he drove his licker into my cunt-hole as far as it would go. I felt him wash the
honey from the wrinkled, juicy folds of my plush twat.
One of his hands stole down and weighed a tit. I felt his fingers slide gently over the
sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of sparks wherever he touched. He squeezed gently, and
rubbed deep, making my tits burn and melt.
He hooked the fingers of his other hand in my cunt and spread them so he could see
inside my hole. I moaned as he blew lightly, making my scarlet canal tingle. He stopped
working on my tit and returned his full attention to my cunt.
I gasped as he got a cunt-flap in each hand and pulled gently in opposite directions.
The heated flesh between my clit and hole stretched to capacity as he pulled. I knew my
little pisser would be open and winking at him. He moved the burning labia up and
down, making first the rosy skin around my cave tighten and then my clit. My cunt was
dripping in a constant stream and it itched with an incredible horniness.
I began to deep-throat his cock. His butt began to tighten with heat. He let go of my
cunt-flaps and began to work on my clit. I purred and writhed as he ran his fingers
along the side of the hidden worm. He pressed on the cowl, massaging the hard female
prick, trying to get it to come out of hiding. My whole crotch simmered and boiled. I
was filled with molten lava.
"Get on top of me like you did Paul," my uncle gasped hotly, rolling onto his back.
I raised and knelt over his face, lowering my ass until my wet muff and dripping hole
were pressed against his lips. I felt his nose press between the cheeks of my ass. I raised,
just enough to let him breathe, and bent forward, taking his cock back in my mouth.
My boobs both fell from the front of my open robe and brushed against his furry belly.
His fingers spread my cunt-lips apart as he worked. I shivered to the delightful feeling.
My juices ran up my inner labia to my clit and his tongue. He moved his hands just a
little and the cheeks of my ass spread. He dipped his middle finger in my clear twat
honey. Tightening his grip on my buns, he pulled my asshole partly open and goosed
me.
I wiggled hotly as the stubby finger went home. It burned and thrilled my shit-chute,
but didn't hurt. It only made my insides ache and itch more for the real thing. I tried
my best not to get carried away and forget about his needs. I bobbed my head up and
down on his burgeoning prick faster and faster until he couldn't hold still either.
He smelled awfully strong. His sweat and passion caused fumes that nearly made me
drunk with desire. The sensation of having a real man, combined with the delightful
knowledge of how to please and be pleased, were enhanced by the animalistic aroma of
his crotch.
He worked his finger around in circles inside my asshole. It was like he wanted to
scrape any shit that clung there away. I burned and wiggled above him. I couldn't wait
much longer. His pleasure had to come first. I could worry about mine afterwards.
Drawing my head all the way up on his rod, I let my teeth catch the ridge of his knob.
Then I slammed down again. His prick was too long to get it and his balls in my mouth
like I'd done with Matt. I rose back, without pausing for a breath, and shot down his
swollen tool again. Up and down, suck and blow, as fast as I could, until he was boiling
and melting with pleasure.
I felt him pop his finger out of my asshole and stop licking my clit. Uncle Luke lay
there for a second, enjoying the heated thrills of the deep-throat and letting my twat
nectar drip onto his chin. Then he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me completely off
him. I gasped in surprise.
"Have you ever been taken in the ass?" he squeaked.
I shook my head and wondered if getting screwed there would hurt.
"Would you mind?" he asked.
"No..." I answered uncertainly.
My uncle made me get on my hands and knees.
"It's going to hurt a bit when I first get in. After that, it'll really feel great," he said,
rubbing some Vaseline on my heated asshole and his cock.
I braced myself and buried my face bravely in the pillow. I didn't want to be hurt, but I
did want to find out what getting fucked in the ass felt like. Of course, knowing that it
was things like this that would mean the difference between my winning or losing the
battle with Alice and Mary Ann, helped a lot to smooth away my fears.
I felt his sticky cock-head press against my taut bung. The pressure made me feel like I
want to shit as he pressed harder. His knob dipped past the hole and caught on the rim.
I felt each of the tiny pleats, formed around the ring, pull and smooth out. The pain
became unbearable. It felt like I was being goosed by a white-hot poker. I clawed at the
bedspread and bit the pillow in agony.
The heavy muscles of my ass gave more, opening the way for his big cock to shoot all
the way in.
His prick was home, and his crotch hair was nestled between my tormented buns. He
rested, and waited for the searing agony to die inside me.
I was glossy with sweat and felt the gentle breeze, from our half-open window, drying
me. The agony of moments ago began to melt and blend with my scalding pussy. My
uncle waited patiently for me to relax. The minute I raised my face from the pillow, and
relaxed my claw-like hold on the bedspread, he began to pull his prick out of the tight
grip of my asshole.
The hurt was replaced by the delightful warmth and pressure against my insides. I
moaned in satisfaction as his demanding rod caught on the inside edge of my tight
asshole. He drove in again and my tits bounced. He bent over me. One of his hands
started working my jiggling boobs. The ether found its way through my curly beaver
and began to roll my clit.
I knew he could and would satisfy himself now. His fingers just weren't finding the
right spot to rub on me though. I reached back, guided his fingers into my soggy cunt
hole and began to rub my own joy button.
The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of my nearly collapsed twat, while his
prick stroked my shit-chute, drove me toward my climax with the speed of a moon
rocket. I swirled in a giddy world of sexual need. My body was drawn to the wonderful
satisfaction by the giant dong ramming in and out of my ass.
His balls bounced against my snatch as he grunted and moaned. My asshole gripped his
meat so snugly that I could feel every knot, every twist and every turn, of the veins
lining his hard-on. My insides burned deeper and brighter. His fuck-movements were
so good, and so fast, that they resembled Rover's. My uncle really knew how to corn
hole someone.
"Ummmm! Ummm-hmmmm! Ooh! Oooooh, yes! Yess! Yesss!" I purred as I toppled
over the crest of my orgasm and swam in absolutely pure release.
"Good-goood-gooood!" My uncle growled over and over again as he reached the height
of his pleasure.
His cock began to swell and throb. He filled my bowels with his cum and I rode my
own orgasm out in blissful peace. When we were both done, he uncorked, making me
let a long, involuntary fart.
"I... I've gotta wash up," he said almost apologetically as I stretched out happily on the
bed.
"Let me wash it for you," I giggled, sitting up and climbing off the bed.
He looked at me for a second, grinned and took me by the hand. When we reached the
bathroom, I warmed the water, soaped his handsome dick and rinsed it. He soaped a
washcloth. Making me bend over, he washed the Vaseline, traces of shit, and cum drops
away.
"You're some gal," he chuckled as I squatted on the commode and took a leak.
"You're some kinda man," I countered honestly.
There had been a big change in my uncle in the last hour or two. I mused about it, and
my future, as I sat down in my room and waited for Jane. I knew that Uncle Luke
would feel guilty about fucking and sucking with me as soon as he had time to think
about it. But I wasn't too worried. I'd really poured it on. I was sure he'd come back for
more as soon as he got horny.


Chapter 6

The rest of the week passed quietly. Uncle Luke didn't make any effort to get me alone
again and I didn't dare do anything but wait. I could tell that the boys wanted to screw
me, but there wasn't any opportunity. The only one I was able to really work on was
Janey. We made love every night. She had picked up on my remark, the first time,
about
Mary Ann letting Rover fuck her. It began to really bug my cousin.
When something like that bugged Jane, she started bugging me. She was a novice at sex
and was interested in anything that might add new experiences. Finally I gave in. The
more I thought about it, the more my pussy itched for the wildly different sensations of
a doggie-fuck. If it had been the pig, I would have begged off. His dick was too different
to really satisfy me more than that one time. Rover was different, but in a way that
would be good.
We waited until Saturday afternoon when everyone else was tied up with their own
projects. We couldn't do anything in the house and I was afraid to risk using the
abandoned one, down the road. Mary Ann knew about it and might catch us. Jane had
the perfect answer. We grabbed a couple of old towels, collected Rover and raced
merrily off for the duck pond, near the far end of the farm.
The fields follow gently rolling hills and we were completely out of view from
everything when we reached the little pond. We stripped. Leaving our clothes and
towels hidden in the fringe of uncut wheat surrounding the water, we waded in and
called for Rover to follow us.
The water was deep and we had to swim to reach the tiny rise of land jutting from its
center. The weeds, and heaven knows what else, had reached tremendous heights on
the little island. This ten-foot long and ten-foot wide, little jungle was Janey's secret
place. It was her quiet spot. A spot where she could get away from the world. A place
where she could be alone to think or daydream.
She told me to watch my step as we pushed our way through the jungle of wild weeds.
Within seconds, I found myself completely hidden by a wall of wild vegetation. It was
fantastic. We had vanished from the world.
I fell happily on my back and was cushioned by a pile of sun-warmed weeds. I stared at
the gorgeous blue sky overhead in awe.
"How do we get Rover to do it?" Jane asked, as she dropped down beside me.
"Mary Ann used dog food," I said, chewing on a piece of grass. "I don't know. There
has to be something besides the dog food that'll turn him on – after all, he does know
what it's all about."
Jane found a big blade of grass. Raising up on one elbow, she began to idly trace a
circle around my nearly dry nipple.
"Do you think he might get the idea and join in if we made out?" she asked.
"Maybe," I whispered, watching my nipple crinkle and stiffen to her leisurely caress.
"It's worth a try anyway."
Jane bent over and pressed her small, soft lips to mine. My mouth opened and I flicked
the tip of my tongue past my teeth and wet her lips. She allowed them to part and our
tongues met. We forgot, for a second, about Rover. The two of us enjoyed darting little
flickers of flame created by our fighting tongues. When we came up for air, it became
apparent that our method wasn't going to work. Rover was happily rolling on his back
a tew feet away, ignoring us.
"What are we going to do?" Jane asked in disappointment.
"We can always make him hot," I said, remembering how Mary Ann had rubbed his
cock before getting him to lick her twat.
"You mean suck on his cock like you did Matt and Paul?" she asked, licking her lips.
"I won't, but you can if you want. I don't know a better way to get his attention."
Jane had an absolutely wicked gleam in her eyes as she called the big German shepherd
over and got him on his back. I helped keep his attention by rubbing his wet belly and
gingerly stroking his balls. Jane lay on her stomach and stretched out. Her head
lowered to his cock-sheath.
The hand on his balls had already got his attention and the ugly, reddish tip of his shaft
was peeking from its home when my cousin stuck her tongue out. Her eyes sparkled as
she hesitantly tickled the end of the dog's prick. Rover reacted with a violent shudder
and his whole dong shot into view.
"Wow!" she gasped as she ran her tongue the length of the dog-cock.
"Yeah," I breathed, rubbing his tight nuts.
Rover was in seventh-doggie-heaven, as Jane slid her tongue along the underside of his
slick meat. His paws pointed at the sky. His head turned sideways. His tongue hung
drunkenly from the side of his long snout and he panted with heat. Every once in a
while, the end of his tail would slap the bed of crushed weeds feebly and he'd paw at
the air.
Jane beat the shepherd's ugly tool with her tongue. First she slapped from side to side,
working from top to bottom. Then she slapped the bottom and sides, from end to end.
As she got used to it, she started drawing little circles on the underside of his stiff prick.
She enjoyed licking that dog-cock so much that I had to try. After all, I couldn't let her
outdo me. Stretching out on the other side, I rubbed noses with her and we began to
tease the dog with both of our tongues at the same time. Rover went wild. His cock
didn't taste like a man's. I don't know how to describe it, other than to say it tasted like
a dog. His dick was so smooth that Jane's tongue felt rough, when ours met.
Jane twisted her head so her cheek rested on the dog's belly. Lifting his slick, red cock,
she managed to get it in her mouth. Rover whined happily and his hindquarters began
to bounce like he was trying to fuck her face. The position was awkward. Jane couldn't
get all of the dick in her mouth. It made me happy, because I still had an inch of dog
prick to taste and tease with my tongue.
Rover became frantic. My hands were still resting on his balls and I could feel them
starting to shiver and vibrate inside his tight sac. Jane wasn't experienced enough to
know what was happening, until it was too late.
Suddenly she jerked her head back and the dog's pale jism gushed from her mouth. She
didn't get far enough. A stream of dog-cum shot right into her face. Twisting her head
sideways, she opened her mouth and let the combination of sperm and spit spill out.
Rover finished draining the load on his furry belly. Jane wiped blindly at the big
streamer, strung from one cheek to her other ear.
"Eeacch!" she spat. "Bad doggie!"
I giggled. Rover twisted around, licking the junk off his fur. Getting up, he waddled
contentedly to the weeds, lifted his leg and pissed.
He didn't come back to us. He lay down, with his nose resting on his front paws,
watching. I helped Jane clean the mess off her face and tongued the last of it away.
When everything was all right, I drew her to me and lay down with her in my arms.
Our mouths crashed together and our tongues darted out. While our lickers fought and
dueled, I got my right hand between our bodies and down to her snatch. She shivered
and spread her legs wide. My fingertips found the top of her crack and traced the gulley
until I found her clit.
My cousin shivered and moaned as I pressed against her joy button. Her hands slid
down my back and began to run along the cleft of my ass. Her caress was light and
stimulating. We lay in each other's arms, basking in the warm sunlight and the quiet of
our hideout. Gently, leisurely, we brought each other to the boiling point.
At first the inside of her mouth tasted like the jism I'd just licked from her face. It
didn't take long to clean the last streamer from her teeth and enjoy just the acrid,
almost vinegary, taste of her saliva. The hand teasing my clit was sending the same kind
of warm chill into my system as her darting, probing tongue. My pussy began to melt
and water.
I traced the gentle, twisted path along the crest of her rosy pussy-petals. My finger
dipped into the top of her gash. Her box was as swampy as mine. I wet my fingertip in
her steaming slime and slid between her cunt-flaps to the bottom of her clit.
Hooking my finger just under the fleshy little cowl, I began to massage the clear cream
into her stiffening clit.
"Ummm!" she breathed as I found just the right spot. "Oh yes, lover, yesss – keep it
right there."
I happily obliged her, delighting in the thrill of helping her. She squeezed my ass.
Digging her talons deeply into the big buns, she pulled them apart. It felt so good that I
moaned.
Jane reached down, to the back of my thigh, and tried to pull it up. Sensing what she
wanted done, I raised my leg and hooked it over her narrow hips. I had to scrunch up a
little, for her hands to come within range of my itching, sticky pussy. The awkwardness
of the position was well worth it.
Her hands slid gently over my firm thighs. She traced the muscle line, where they
joined my ass. Working around them, she touched my hairy beaver's tail. The second
her finger found its mark, she pressed against my clit and cunt-mound. My insides
burst open and flooded my twat with girlish dew.
Our tits, my big ones and her small ones, pressed hotly together. Our nipples were
swollen with excitement. The pressure of our pressed closeness made them sink back
into the soft tissue underneath. I could feel the tip of her nipples trying to drill into my
flattened jugs and knew that she could feel mine.
This was the first time we'd been free and secure enough to experiment. I planned on
taking full advantage of it. Pushing Jane onto her back, I broke our kiss and straddled
her. My legs locked hers together beneath me and we rubbed our muffs together. I
began to move slowly up her body. My pussy left a trail of wet juice from her downy
beaver, over her belly button, to her boobs.
I reached her chest and grabbed her left tit. The little bumps of her areola formed into
ridges and crinkles as they swelled to mountain peaks again. Wiggling my hips around
a little, I positioned my soggy cunt so it was over the throbbing, diamond-tipped
mound. I lowered myself and felt the delightful nipple press hotly against my clit.
I moved her titty in circles, massaging it, so it rose and fell. Using her boob as if it were
a finger, I began to jack-off. Staring happily into her face, I noticed her ecstatic
expression. It was helping her as much as me.
She reached the point where she couldn't take it anymore and made me get off. She had
me lie on my back. Without bothering to wipe the shiny syrup off her boob, she
crawled hotly over my tits.
Clutching my jug in her trembling hand, she lowered her dripping pussy until my rock
hard nipple was probing her crack. My whole tit tingled, as her pussy hair scraped and
caressed the heated no flesh. My nipple ached and swelled past its maximum, as it was
held between her fuzzy twat-pads. Then she was wiggling around and my nipple was
abusing her clitoris.
"Oh, that feels good," I moaned.
Jane was right. It burned and thrilled my tits until my whole body ached. I writhed
under her, as she heated herself. It was like a man with a beard and a high fever
sucking and rubbing me. I couldn't stand it any more and had to get her off.
We twisted immediately into the sixty-nine position with our tongues hanging out,
ready to explore each other's horny twats. Jane spread her legs and I buried my face in
her heated cunt.
I wrapped my lips around her inner labia and began to suck, while she drew her tongue
up the length of my slick gash. I shivered. Then something new was added, something I
hadn't expected.
Rover had waddled over and joined Jane between my legs. I felt her head pull back.
Before I could think about it, Rover's strong, broad tongue slammed against my cunt
mouth and took a swipe that ended well above my clit. My whole body rose and tried
to follow the delightful slurp. Jane pried my outer labia apart, exposing my slick,
sensitive cunt-flesh.
"Jesus – oh, fuck!" I whimpered as Rover's tongue melted around my exposed pussypetals 
and clit.
"Oooooh, fu-fuck!" I babbled as he drew his licker up my swollen gash.
If men had tongues like that, I swear I'd never get out of bed. I gushed so much cunt
juice that it squished and gurgled every time I wiggled. My whole belly was filled with
flames of need. If the two of them kept that up, I'd get my cookies off. I didn't want to
come yet.
I scooted back, much to Jane's disappointment, and coaxed the big dog to her crotch.
Spreading her pussy-pads with my fingers, I bent and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
Rover slapped her gash with his tongue. The girl trembled violently and began to
wiggle. She almost went into convulsions as the two of us caressed her.
Her ass tightened and rose until only her heels and shoulders were still on the ground.
Her thighs and tummy rippled with the strain as she stiffened. Her chest, face, tits, and
shoulders began to blush furiously. Her eyes squeezed tight and her face contorted as
we worked. The girl's already strained back was tensed even more. Her hips did an
involuntary, fuck-like, pumping dance.
"Yessss! Oh, shitt! Goddamn! OOOOH, YESSSS!" she squealed as she arched higher
and froze.
Jane sank back, drenched with sweat. It took her several minutes to get her breath and
calm her wildly beating heart. Rover wouldn't wait. He was ready. He was pawing the
matted ground and trying to figure out how to fuck her.
I wanted to tease the dog, like Mary Ann had, for a few minutes. I didn't get the
chance. Janey was still in the throes of her orgasm and was vulnerable. Before I could
stop him, Rover had scrunched down and mounted my cousin's belly.
The teeny-bopper's eyes shot open. She didn't have a chance to complain or fight back.
The dog slapped her throbbing tits with his tongue and knifed into her cunt-hole with
his heated prick. Jane lost her virginity to Rover.
She screamed, just like I had, as the brutal spear stabbed into her virgin pussy. Even in
his crouched position, Rover was able to fuck with incredible force and speed. The dog
wasn't gentle. He ripped her cherry away with the first, fierce jab. It happened so
quickly that the pain didn't get a chance to linger.
Tears welled in Janey's eyes as his prick stretched her cunt for the first time. The pain
changed to lust before my eyes. I could see the tears disappear and her pupils dilate.
Her flesh got all bumpy and began to blush again.
I couldn't believe it. She'd just had the best orgasm possible and now the dog was
driving her to another one. I stared in disbelief as the dog's haunches stuttered back
and forth and his nose rubbed her tits. Her hands clawed at the matted weeds and she
tossed her head back and forth. The aroma of the grass and pond vanished in the
overpowering scents of her steaming cunt, his wet fur, and her acrid sweat. Sex hung
heavily in the air.
His sloshing dick, and her squealing moans, bounced off the tall grass and joined the
winds. The taste of her cunt still clung to my lips as I watched. I couldn't stand it any
longer. My hands stole to my heated pussy and I started playing with my twat.
The hell with it, I thought, as I drew my hairy cunt-lips back in a wrinkle, and found
my clit. I can always go for another orgasm when Rovers ready.
I pressed my little joy button and felt my cunt turn on, as if I'd thrown an electrical
switch. I rubbed it around in circles and the tip drew the rest of the hidden worm with
it.
Rover was giving my cousin one helluva fierce fuck. I could hear the muffled, squishy
slaps as he pounded against her. I stared, like I was in a trance, as her butt began to
tighten and tremble again. She started to swivel her hips, as well as move them back
and forth.
The dog's eyes glazed and his tail was rigid with concentration. He was nearing his
climax and I hoped he'd last long enough to bring Jane over the peak, too. She deserved
it.
Then they were coming. Her butt was bouncing and banging into the ground. She was
wagging her crotch from side to side so hard that Rover was having a hard time
keeping his cock in. He jabbed forward with long, incredibly hard strokes and prepared
to fill her with dog-cum. He fucked very fast for a few seconds. Then he followed with
slower, more deliberate strokes. His cock started making sucking sounds as he emptied
his load and churned the jism back and forth in her hole.
My cousin babbled insanely as she crested in her second heavenly peak. She arched her
back before sinking back onto the rushes.
I scooted to the side. I diddled my clit with my finger and watched the dog unplug. My
pussy was burning. The juice inside my lush snatch bubbled and boiled. I couldn't
stand it any more. Watching the dog-sperm oozing from little Janey's cunt was too
much.
Ignoring the pulled-up labia, I released my hooked grip and reached down. Bending my
fingers, I pressed the tips together and pushed them hotly into my drooling cunt-hole.
They were broader than a cock. They caught my cunt-lips and dragged them in as I
buried the digits in my swampy box.
The wet juices poured around my fingers and worked between them. They slipped
around a little. Then they scratched as well as applied pressure. I rubbed my clit
furiously with my other hand and began to pant and strain with the effort.
My hips began to wiggle without my help as I tried to push my fingers in my cunt clear
to my throat. God, but I needed release. The pleasure-pain grew and grew, driving me
on and on. I closed my eyes with concentration and tried to get the very most out of
the wonderful trip. Then I was coming. The heat inside me seemed to melt and burn
away. It wasn't the greatest orgasm in the world, but I never did get a big kick out of
finger-fucking myself.
When my pussy stopped quaking, I pulled my juice-drenched fingers out and wiped
them on the grass. Janey was so tired that she'd fallen asleep where she lay. The
afternoon's activities had taken a lot out of me. It would be a while before I'd be able to
coax Rover back for more play, so I decided to join Jane.
I drifted into a peaceful nap without any trouble. The sun was warm and nice. The
breeze in the weeds, and the soft splashing of the water, lulled me deeper and deeper. I
might have slept all afternoon if it hadn't been for Rover.
I was contentedly dreaming how the boys, Uncle Luke, and Janey were all standing
beside me, making Mary Ann and Alice promise to be nice. Very slowly, the figures
drifted away and the image in my dream turned to a giant, satisfying world of tongues.
The leader of the tongues was a big dog-licker and it started pressing between my legs.
Half-awake now, I felt my crotch being caressed. I might have lingered for awhile
longer, enjoying the dream, if I hadn't heard Jane giggle. The dream disappeared, but
the slick caresses continued. I opened my eyes and glanced down. There, between my
legs, probably drawn by the lingering smells of my earlier heat, was Rover.
"Ummm," I sighed contentedly.
I relaxed, drawing my knees up. My pussy became a better target. Throwing my
forearm over my eyes, I tried to block out the bright sunlight. Rover had been lapping
at my box for a few minutes already. My pussy hair was wet and mussed where he'd
licked. My snatch was starting to boil. He stopped working on my clit and started in on
my cunt-mouth as the juices started to run.
Jane moved over to me and began to draw circles on my ripe tits with her tongue. My
nipples leapt to stiff attention and my clitoris hummed with delight. I managed to get
my hands to my crotch. I hooked fingers into either side of the pink hole and pulled it
apart. I didn't stop until it became painful. I wanted Rover to eat the inside of my cunt.
I wanted him to get every portion of it.
He jammed his cold, wet nose against my clit. I gasped in thrilling need. His short,
sharp chin whiskers scraped the bottom of the tight hole. I felt my belly bubble hotly.
Then he flicked his tongue out and began to wash my juices away as fast as the cunt
walls could sweat them. I gurgled with pleasure. His strong tongue forced its way
deeper inside and caressed the flesh there deliciously.
Janey scooted around until she could get a hand under my thighs. She managed to get a
finger between the trembling cheeks of my ass without difficulty and pressed against my
pucker. The little hole was somewhat looser since Uncle Luke had introduced me to
ass-fucking. If Jane noticed it, she didn't say anything.
I braced myself and waited for her to push inside my butt. I didn't have to wait long,
and wasn't disappointed. Her finger, which she'd wet in the dog-cum from her pussy,
slid smoothly home. It created new and delightful fires in my belly and I climbed
another step toward my goal.
Rover's tongue tired of working so deep in my cunt. He left my nearly slimeless snatch
and returned to my clit. I let my cunt-hole close. I wanted to be sure and have plenty of
juice when he was ready to fuck me. I reached out and caught one of Jane's budding
titties.
Her boobs were just right for my hand. They filled the palm like Uncle Luke's balls.
Her pliable mounds warmed all of my hand without overfilling it. They were
delightfully firm and tenderly soft. The little nipples were almost the size of a boy's and
yet they jutted from the ultra-soft cushion like the outside of suction cups. I rolled and
pressed them between my fingers as I enjoyed the action of her mouth and the dog's
fantastic tongue.
Janey began to squirm beneath my massaging hand. Her nipple was hard and
trembling. Her free hand worked its way back towards her own cunt. Twisting my head
sideways, I could see the tendons in her arms wiggle and ripple. I knew she had found
her clit and was rubbing it.
The sun had dipped past the three-o'clock position in the sky. We'd have to hurry, or
someone would be looking for us. I didn't want to spoil everything by being caught.
Rover found exactly the right spot and lapped at it deliciously. I squirmed happily.
Jane pulled her finger back. It almost came out of my asshole and I gasped with
surprise. She'd positioned another one alongside it and filled my tight butt with both.
As soon as she had them inside, she twisted them around. They pulled and massaged
every part of my sensitive shitter.
My ass ached with need. My pussy burned with desire. I had to be fucked and it had to
be quick. There was no way that I could wait longer.
Pushing both Jane and Rover out of the way, I raised up. Rolling over, I drew my knees
under me and raised my ass high in the air. I felt the breeze blow through my beaver as
I waited for the dog to block it with his own body.
Rover didn't waste time. His hard-on was wagging and bouncing against his belly as he
strolled around me. He took a quick look; then, rearing up, he pounced on my back.
I was resting on my elbows. I could see past my jugs to where the action was. The dog's
furry, crooked legs came between my smoother, rounded ones. His ugly, red dick
seemed to be guided by the devil itself. It disappeared from my view as it shot into my
cunt-hole. I had thought I was prepared for it, but I wasn't.
His cock roared in, pulling my clit and cunt-lips with it. I tried to scream, but all that
came out was a rush of whistling air. He had knocked the wind out of me.
I gulped huge amounts of fresh air into my lungs as his prick zipped back out. It was
just like the time before. His cock wasn't all that big, but Rover knew how to use it. It
still felt like an elephant-cock, or that prize bull's Alice was forever threatening me
with.
His dick shot in and out, with long, burning caresses. My pussy was still somewhat dry
because of the good twat-licking the dog had given me. Suddenly gob after gob of
lubricant gushed into my plush cuntal lining. I felt his cock-sheath brush and rub
against my clit. His balls kept bouncing against my pubic bone. It was a wild and
delicious fuck. I knew that later in life, married or not, I'd have a German shepherd for
a pet.
My pussy boiled. My tits leapt, danced and flopped below me. Jane sat at my side,
staring hungrily at my sweet torture. She rammed her fingers in and out of her pussy
furiously. The hair on the dog's belly rubbed deep in the crack of my ass. I wanted it
against my asshole. I had to have it there. As I thought about it, my asshole started
burning with desire.
Reaching back, I pulled the cheeks of my butt to their extremes. It not only spread my
cheeks, but my shitter as well. His hair pricked and scraped the insides of my asshole,
making me squeal with delight.
Rover readjusted himself by moving his hind legs forward. He gained an extra two
inches and almost jammed the end of my cunt up into my throat. I gasped in surprise
and hung on for dear life. It was becoming an increasingly wild ride. He was fucking so
fast, deep and hard, that I didn't know whether I still had a clit and cunt-petals or not.
Unlike the other times, the pleasure wasn't centered just in my cunt. It consumed me. I
was just one big ball of energy and lust. I rose and rose. I felt my tits flopping and
bouncing so hard that I feared they'd fall off. I didn't know whether he'd frictioned the
hair off my pussy or not. I just kept climbing and climbing and climbing.
I could smell my own sex. I could smell the dog's sex. I could smell the shit on Jane's
fingers. I got lost in the slapping and sucking. Pants and meows escaped my lips. I
continued to rise. The taste of sex clung to my mouth. Images of cocks and pussies
swam in front of my eyes. Then, I must have fainted.
When I came to, my body was totally satisfied and I was exhausted. Janey looked
worried, but perked up as soon as I smiled. I couldn't have been out for more than a
few seconds. The doggie-sperm was still draining from my hole and Rover was cocking
his leg at the bushes.
Looking at the sun, it was easy to see that we had to get home. Jane helped me to my
feet. The three of us hobbled through the tall grass and weeds. The water felt wonderful
and we were feeling really good by the time we'd dried off and dressed. I was going to
bed early. It wasn't going to be hard to fall asleep.
Each day was bringing me closer to my goal. Each day I was gaining more power over
the other kids. It wouldn't be long before I'd be able to force Mary Ann and Alice to be
nice to me. The desire to hurt them had slipped into the back of my mind. It might stay
there if they didn't do anything really bad to me.


Chapter 7

Everyone got up at the normal time Monday. We ate, did our chores and everything,
just like we usually did. But the day was different. Uncle Luke was going into town.
He'd promised Jane that she could go with him. The rest of us had to stay and work.
After my uncle and cousin left for town, and the boys had gone to the field, I turned
my attention to the dishes. I wanted to ignore the other two girls, but wasn't having
much luck. They started in on me the minute the truck drove out of the yard.
"Hey, pig-fucker," Alice giggled. "You want to see our mule?"
I didn't reply to her taunts. Both girls called me "Cousin-fucker" and "Snooty", and
kept bugging me. Alice came over once, while my hands were in the water. She reached
around, unzipped my pants and pulled. Both my jeans and my panties ended up turned
inside-out, towards my knees.
It was hard to take, but there were two of them and only one of me. I checked my tears,
and my tongue. The minute I finished the dishes, I ran and hid in my room. They left
me alone then.
I was looking out the window and noticed Mary Ann and Rover sauntering down the
lane. They were going in the direction of the abandoned house. Wrinkling my nose in
disgust, I turned from the window. It was one against one now. I decided to take the
boys something to drink.
When I caught up with the crew, Peter was driving the tractor and the other two were
hooking the bales and pitching them onto the flat trailer. They were delighted to see
me. Matt took the heavy jug, found a grassy spot in the nearby low spot and we sat
down.
"We've gotta finish this field and the next one today, before Pa comes home," he said,
pulling off his heavy work gloves and wiping the sweat off his brow.
"So?" Paul asked.
"So I was just wondering if we could sit around for about an hour and still get it all
done."
"I don't see why not. Peter can drive that thing faster and we can keep up – we have
before."
"What do ya say, Brandy?"
I hadn't come out with plans to do any fooling around. If I messed with Peter, I'd be
robbing the cradle. Besides, my weekend bout with the dog had pretty well worn my
pussy to a frazzle. I declined.
The boys kept after me. When they finally started calling me a chicken, I gave in. I
consoled myself with the idea that I'd be getting the boys further indebted to me.
They'd be less likely to side with their sisters.
"Ya ever unzip a girl's pants?" Matt asked, looking at Peter.
"Yeah – Jane's, when we were little."
The other boys laughed. I lay back in the grass and Matt waved Peter to my side. Peter
was sweating from the heat and nervousness. His hands trembled a little as he reached
for the snap.
"For Christ sakes!" Paul exclaimed in disgust. "Take her blouse off first."
Peter blushed furiously under his older brothers' criticism and started fumbling with the
top button on my blouse. As soon as he had the front open and folded back, I exhaled
and drew the whole bra up over my boobs. The band was still fastened. It pushed the
top of my boobs tightly into my chest. The fatty glands, below the elastic, jutted
provocatively. Matt stared at them hungrily. Paul and Peter gaped in awe.
"Now her pants," Matt sighed happily.
I lay back and felt Peter's warm, sweaty fingers hook under my pants and press into my
flat belly. He undid them and ran the zipper down. Paul was busy with my shoe laces.
When he had my shoes off, I raised my butt. Peter grabbed one of my pants legs and
Paul the other. Within seconds, the boys were getting them clumsily over my ankles
and small, bare feet. I lay there in a pair of transparent, misty-white panties. My pussy
hair showed lewdly through the material, like a dark shadow.
Peter was too inexperienced to appreciate the slow tease. He hooked the elastic and
pulled them to my ankles so fast they almost ripped. Matt cautioned him to be more
careful. I felt like laughing when I saw the hunger and embarrassed uncertainty in the
twelve-year-old's eyes. He had his cake and didn't really know if he wanted to eat it or
not.
"Kiss her, Peter," Paul laughed.
Peter leaned forward and placed a childish kiss on my lips. I gently put my arms
around him and crushed my lips against his. I could feel him tense as I mashed his lips
open and slid my tongue into his mouth. Then he relaxed. He liked it. He let me do all
the work at first. It didn't take him long to catch on. Before I knew it, he was exploring
my mouth with his tongue.
Fumbling around blindly, I found his hands and placed one on my boob. He wasn't too
sure what he was supposed to do. I worried that he might squeeze too hard, but his
brother cautioned him not to. His fingers found a nipple. They began to roll and tease
it. I sighed happily as I felt my pap spring to attention.
Paul got into the act. He just couldn't keep his hands off me. I felt his fingers sifting
through my curly beaver and rubbing the top of my labia. I pulled my legs apart
quickly, so he could reach more of my cunt-flesh. My body began to warm and melt.
That thrilled me. After my bout with Rover and Jane, I thought it would take me a
week to get horny again.
Peter stopped kissing my mouth and lowered his lips to my jutting jug. His tongue was
uncertain, but he found quickly that he liked to hold his lips around the edge of my
areola and bat my long nipple back and forth with the tip of his tongue. I didn't mind
that at all. Every time he slapped my nipple, it rolled the little bud deliciously. New
chills of warmth and pleasure shot through me.
Paul had found my cunt-flaps. He was tugging and stroking them like he'd never seen
them before. It wouldn't be more than a few minutes before my pussy was sloppy. Matt
lay back, resting on one elbow, chewing on a straw and watching the show.
I snaked one hand out and found Peter's fly. It was the kind that buttoned. I had to
struggle to get it apart with one hand. When I finally managed, I worked my fingers
inside and found his little pecker through his shorts. He had started wiggling nervously
the minute I reached for his buttons. He was about to go out of his mind now.
He felt inadequate because his older brothers were so well-hung. It took the three of us
to convince him that no one minded and we wouldn't laugh if he took his pants off.
When we managed to get him stripped, I found that he had a beautiful little dick. There
were only a few hairs surrounding it and it was very pale, the knob was more purple
than red. I couldn't wait to get my mouth over it.
Twisting, so I could reach his peter, I opened my mouth and cupped my lips completely
over his cock and balls. Like the other boys, he tasted salty and smelled strongly of
sweat. I noticed, each time their hands came closer to my face, the strong, sweet odor of
sweat and leather. I guess it was from working with their hands inside gloves. Whatever
it was, it turned me on.
I worked on his bouncing little hard-on the same way he did my nipple. I batted it with
my tongue. It wagged like a dog's tail, bouncing against my palate and tongue each
time. I soaked his little nuts in the bottom of my mouth, under my tongue. I drew my
licker the length of his rod. It was delightful. I loved it. I could do things to him that I
couldn't to the older boys with their monstrous dicks. I caressed his balls with the
bottom of my tongue and teased his cock with the top. I bit down gently, putting
pressure on all of his tool. He sucked my nipple as deep as he could and moaned with
pleasure.
I think Paul decided to show Matt how brave he was. He buried his face in my muff
and started to drive me wild.
I squirmed and wiggled to his wet tongue. The two boys had me trembling happily to
their exciting caresses. Peter was ready. He couldn't wait any longer. I knew a girl was
supposed to be able to take any size cock and enjoy it. But, in my condition, I wasn't
going to get my cookies off with his tiny pecker. It was all right. I could wait for Paul
and Matt to really satisfy me.
I spit Peter's pecker and balls out and moved Paul to the side. Raising my ankles so I
could reach them, I locked my fingers around and pulled them to my shoulders. Peter
stared at my exposed, pink pussy uncertainly. He didn't know where to start. He knew
where to poke me, but he wasn't too sure about how to go about it.
Matt smiled, and in a brotherly fashion, showed him what to do. After having all those
big cocks, with the pent-up power of lust behind them, this was a novelty. His prick
was so small that it barely drew my pink labia in. I was hot, but it was like jacking-off
with a tampon.
What he lacked in size, Peter made up for in happiness. I'd never seen anyone so
happy. He knew he was becoming a man and that was what counted. His slim ass and
boyish legs began to grind and pump. His little dick came out a couple of times before
he got the hang of it, but it didn't take long. Sliding back and forth, always close to the
cunt-mouth, he pumped for a while. He emptied his small load into my box, climbed
off with a grunt of satisfaction, and glowed with his new-found manhood.
Peter's brothers clapped him on the back and complimented him on losing his virginity.
Then they turned their attention to me. Paul started on my boobs. Matt pulled out his
sweat-soaked handkerchief and wiped his brother's jism out of my box before starting
to eat my snatch.
The boys attached themselves to my body like leeches. I undid Matt's pants and pulled
his cock out. It was so mature compared to Peter's. Its crimson knob seemed to stare at
me, daring me to kiss it. The rugged veins stood out like cables. I couldn't resist.
Moving my head towards him, I sucked the top of the salty-tasting prick between my
lips and inhaled the strong odor of work and need rising from his crotch. The veins on
his fuck-stick burned my lips as I took his tool deeper and deeper. I lowered myself on
it. I didn't stop until the tuft of hair sticking from his fly was tickling my nose.
Matt had his tongue deep in my snatch. It felt so good I could hardly stand it. I
tightened the ring of muscles near the opening of my snatch and heard him gasp. He
paid me back by tightening the muscles in his groin and making his cock swell and
grow.
Paul chewed and gnawed on my tits with lusty delight. Peter sat there caressing the
velvety skin of my neck and shoulders. It wasn't long before I was going out of my
mind with lust. Matt's tongue pulled out of my box and spread my cunt-petals until
they were stretched way back. He'd come a long way since the first time he'd eaten me.
He stuck his tongue out and probed the opening of my tiny piss-hole, cleaning the
traces of urine away. He stroked the whole gulley and buffed the inside of both flaps
before letting them come together.
The juices bubbling up from deep inside my cunt gathered around the entrance of my
pussy and oozed out. Matt dipped his finger in the stream, painted the inside of my
flaps with it, and began to rub them together. He flicked his tongue in little crosses
against the top of my clit-cowl.
I began to draw my head back and forth, thrilling the sides of his prick-shaft. I drew
back until only an inch of cock was still inside my mouth. Curving the tip of my
tongue, I began to tickle his circumcision scar. He gasped and growled in heat.
My pussy made a small snapping noise as he stabbed it with a finger and moved it
around in circles. Peter giggled. Matt took him by the hand. Holding his fingers
together, he shoved them all inside my cunt. I shivered and purred in delight. Matt was
careful. He went slow. I could feel the cunt-petals being drawn inside my hole along
with the hand. The opening stretched as far as it could. My split spread, stretched and
disappeared. I was pulled apart. My beaver formed a forklike frame around a shiny,
flesh-covered set of ripples above his hand.
Matt stopped Peter from pushing when he felt he'd hurt me. He made Peter keep his
hand there and began to lick the taut flesh with his tongue. I started to scream in heat
and choked on Matt's monstrous cock. Every nerve was bared and teased. I could feel
the blood pounding in Peter's hand and almost pissed myself every time a muscle flexed
in the imprisoned paw.
Paul wasn't idle either. He had my nipples in such a state of need that they almost
popped. I was ready. I couldn't take it for another second. Matt's cock was drooling in
my mouth. I knew Paul well enough to know he was ready, too. I twisted my head
around. Matt's slab of meat slid out and left a wet trail across my cheek.
"Now... Oh – fuck me now!" I cried.
"You want to take us both on?" Matt chuckled hotly.
"Sure," I nodded, not certain what he had in mind.
"Get on top of me," he growled. "Paul, you screw her in the ass."
I got the idea then. It sounded wild. I was glad my ass wasn't virgin any more. This was
going to really be great.
As soon as Matt was ready, I gripped his cock at the bottom and made it stand like a
giant tent-pole. Hoisting my leg over him, I lowered my cunt on the thrilling stake.
When I had his dick in my hole all the way, I bent forward. Paul scooted up behind
me. Peter held my ass-cheeks apart. His brother rubbed some of his own juice over the
top of his dick and stuck it against my shitter.
The medium-sized pole wasn't as big as the one which had been in my ass before, but it
did ass and hurt. Only this time, it didn't hurt as bad and the pain didn't last as long.
As soon as I could breathe again, Paul began moving in and out. His brother moved up
and down from below. It was utterly indescribable. I could feel the two surging pricks,
rubbing against each other as they moved back and forth. The wall of muscles between
the cocks was getting the best massage it ever had.
Both of my holes itched with need when I was being fucked. I was always left
unsatisfied in at least one of them. Not this time. There wasn't a spot in either hole that
wasn't getting attention.
I wanted to suck on something. I managed to find my voice long enough to call Peter.
He hadn't put his pants on yet. I got him to kneel in front and hold my head while I
wrapped my lips around his cock.
I was in heaven. Every possible hole that could be filled, was plugged with cock. Ever
major nerve was being heated inside me. Even my tits flopped and jiggled, scraping
Matt's chest every once in a while. He grabbed one of them and began to massage it,
leaving the other so he could watch it dance.
The skin between my cunt and asshole was stretched so tight I was afraid it would rip
or tear. Matt and Paul timed themselves so both cocks fucked in and out together. I
whistled and purred at the other end, thrilling Peter's little pecker even more. I flicked
my tongue over and around it. I twirled and spun it in my mouth. I gummed the little
dick and nibbled on it. It started to tremble against my tightly closed lips.
My jugs were aching. My clit was vibrating. My asshole was burning. I thrilled to each
deep probe of the two cocks. When Matt's cock went in, I could feel his knob batter the
end of my cunt. When Paul's cock went in, it felt like he was snaking his way through
all the layers of my intestines.
The two boys changed their pace. The feeling was still delightful, only they lost their
rhythm. It became hard to keep track of the thrilling sensations. One prick would be
coming in and the other going out. They'd meet halfway one time, and someplace else
the next. My body reacted violently. I lost track of who was where and which hole the
thrills were coming from. I felt myself slipping into the same type of orgasm I'd
experienced with Jane and Rover.
It was too much. It was so good – so very good! I ached everywhere. I thrilled
everywhere. I felt totally filled with cock. My whole body was existing on the thrilling
fuck-strokes as I wound tighter and tighter. My belly was bubbling with passion. My
ass was burning to the chilling, popping and sloshing cocks. I lit up like a light bulb. I
thought for sure I would lose my mind if I wasn't released from the need in a hurry. It
stopped being wonderful and started to hurt. I'd never felt such all-encompassing lust
before. It was too much.
Then I was coming. I exploded like a Roman candle. My body was racked with spasms
of release. I saw my fireworks, heard my blissful music, floated in heaven and came
back to earth. But the boys hadn't got their rocks off yet. They still needed me.
I was trembling with exhaustion as they kept fucking. To my amazement, I started to
warm up again. I felt the first tingles of heat starting someplace deep in my belly. At
first I wasn't at all sure I wanted to go for seconds. Then, as the heat grew, I changed
my mind. The slippery cocks sliding in and out of my cunt and ass, the massaging and
jiggling of my tits, the tiny pecker and balls in my mouth, all felt so good.
Paul stopped holding onto the sides of my hips as he rested his weight on my back and
caught the other flopping tit. I could feel the sweat pouring off his body as he fucked. It
dripped onto my sides, ran in trickles and ended up splashing on Matt.
Peter was the first one to come. I felt his tiny nuts shiver. The cord between his asshole
and balls throbbed against my bottom lip. His pecker began to bounce frantically. I
could feel it pulse against my upper lip, at the base of it. The little hose sprayed my
mouth with his spoonful of cum and he sank back to enjoy the rest of the show.
I was relieved to be able to rest all of my weight on Matt. My arms had gotten so tired
they were shaking. I wouldn't have quit for the world, but it sure felt nice to rest.
I brought my lips to Matt's and our tongues clashed. His hips were straining and
dancing in a fast, but irregular fuck-rhythm, below me. Paul was fucking almost as fast
as a dog. He was panting so loud that he sounded like Rover.
Paul stiffened then. His cock started to buck and I knew he was filling my butt with his
load. The minute his prick popped out, Matt rolled me onto my back and we rose
together toward a mutual orgasm. As he rolled me over, I let a wet fart and sprayed the
back of my thighs with Paul's foul-smelling cum.
Matt drove in and out of my cunt with long, graceful strokes. I wound like a spring. It
didn't take nearly as long to bring my need to a head this time. Matt was ready to
explode at the same time. I experienced a wonderful, fulfilling flush of pleasure as he
emptied his hot load of jizz into my spasming cunt.
Matt pulled out. My pussy snapped shut with a lewd splash and I rolled over. Resting
against the rear tire of the tractor, I squatted and let the pee swirl from between my
legs, along with the cum. The boys stood around and watched happily. It embarrassed
me a little, but I had to go so bad that I couldn't take the time for modesty. When I 
was done, I cleaned myself off with Matt's handkerchief and dressed.
Bidding the boys good-bye, I skipped happily back up the hill. I was tired, but, wow,
what a time I'd had! Alice met me at the barn and said she had something she wanted
to show me. I was so preoccupied with my satisfied pussy and ass that it didn't dawn on
me to question her. I set the nearly full jug on the ground and stepped inside ahead of
her. I shouldn't have turned my back on her.
Alice punched me in the kidney and I doubled up, grabbing at my side. She stepped to
my side and drove a fist into my stomach. I fell on my face, wheezing. She grabbed me
by the hair and dragged me to a board she'd set between two sawhorses. I tried to
struggle, but she was much stronger and heavier. She seemed to really enjoy hurting
me. It wasn't long before she had my wrists tied to the ends of one of the wooden
supports.
I tried to kick her when she started undoing my pants. She rewarded me with a fist in
my stomach, t only took a minute to have me nude from the waist down. She took a
hammer and nails and ailed the two-by-eight securely to the brace above y head.
Holding the other end, she pulled the wooden sawhorse out from under it and set it on
the ground. I found myself lying at an angle. She tied a rope around each of my ankles
and drew them up to my hands, one at a time. I couldn't move. I was completely
exposed and at her mercy. She glared at me and explained how she'd watched me and
the boys fucking from the top of the barn through binoculars.
Leaving me alone, to try and free myself for several minutes, she walked outside. Finally
I gave up. Then I heard the big door open. Looking past my naked pussy, I let out a
blood-curdling scream. The girl was coming in with a big jar of Vaseline and leading
the donkey. "Oh, no!" I moaned. "No-No! NOOOO."
"Oh, yes, cousin-fucker! I told you what I'd do if I caught you messing around with my
brothers again!" she spat.
I started to really cry and scream in panic as she tied the big, furry beast to one of the
posts and unscrewed the lid on the jar.
"Shut up or I'll gag you with your dirty panties!" she growled.
I kept sobbing and choking. True to her word, she picked up my panties. Grabbing me
by the hair, she stuffed them into my mouth. They tasted terrible. I tried to spit them
out and couldn't. The
Vaseline really felt yucky between my legs. It seemed like she used half the jar. She
packed my pussy like I'd seen boys pack the bearings on their car wheels.
Leaving me alone again, for a second, she went to the donkey. He had a big, black
dong. It looked like a milk bottle and was a foot or better long. I watched in terror as
she rubbed Vaseline all over it.
Setting the jar aside, and wiping her hands on my jeans, she untied the hairy animal
and guided him until he was standing over me. His hair tickled my face and I could feel
his chest moving and his heart beating. I felt Alice lift the board and suddenly my lower
belly was rubbing the donkey's
I panicked and began to squirm in terror. The animal would ruin me. Fucking a dog or
a pig was one thing, but a donkey, with a tool that big, was something else.
Alice untied my feet, one at a time, and brought them back to the other sawhorse. She
tied them so I was spread-eagled. Taking the giant dong in her hands, she pressed it
against my cunt-mouth and slapped the animal on the flank. He stepped forward. I felt
my fearful twat stretch and give. The terrible knob forced its way inside. The donkey's
instincts took over.
The pain was incredible. My screams were muffled by the panties and came out as soft
moans. He jammed his huge dong deeper and deeper into my incredibly stretched cunt.
Alice stood there, her eyes wide in lustful delight. She watched hungrily as the big
prick-shaft disappeared farther and farther inside my grotesquely stretched twat.
I swore I could see the outline of that cock in my belly. I'd never felt pain like that
before. It felt like my legs had been torn off, my asshole turned inside out, and my
uterus ripped loose and shoved clear to my throat. The donkey moved back and his
dong pulled everything back with it, like a giant toilet-bowl plunger.
The beast was making mincemeat of my insides. It felt like the boys had driven their
tractor into my stomach. I'd never had anything hurt that bad before. He stepped up
his pace. The cock slid back and forth, faster and faster in my cunt. I felt Alice grab me
by the hair. She pulled my head out from under the donkey's chest.
She'd stripped to the waist. Her big tit covered my face as she bent over. The nipple
rubbed my teeth and the fatty mountain of flesh flowed around my nose, cutting off my
oxygen. With the panties in my mouth I couldn't get my jaws to work well enough to
bite her. She held me that way until I almost suffocated before raising up. I guess it
wasn't doing much for her, so she stopped.
The pain didn't stop. It didn't turn to pleasure. The longer the donkey fucked, the more
frightened I got. The more frightened I got, the worse it hurt. The worse it hurt, the
more frightened I got. I was sure that animal would puncture something inside my cunt
and I'd bleed to death.
I don't know how long it took him to come. All I know is that it seemed to take
forever. I lay there breathing the strong smell of the donkey, feeling my insides being
run through a meat grinder, hearing the half-naked Alice laugh, and praying that I'd
pass out.
I didn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I lay there and took it. Then the horrible animal
drove his huge dong into my cunt extra hard. I felt my eyes bug out. His cock pulsed
and started to empty. The first spurt came when his prick was halfway in. It filled my
cunt. The donkey-cock continued to go in. The cum spurted around the sides of the
tight pole. The slime sprayed everything behind it as it shot out under pressure.
The donkey must have taken another half-dozen strokes, shooting stream after stream
of sperm into me. I could hear it hiss and splash as it escaped. He finally finished and
stood still. Alice helped him unplug. She untied my legs and dropped the board off the
sawhorse. It took her a few minutes to back the satisfied beast off me and get her bra
and blouse back on.
Laughing uproariously, she undid my hands. Then she left me alone while she took the
donkey back to his small corral. I tried to sit up and couldn't. I lost my balance and
rolled off the board. My legs wouldn't function at all. Each time I tried to move, my
hips and stomach would hurt so bad that I almost passed out.
I lay there, only managing to pull the panties out of my mouth. I bawled in agony and
pain. I was coated with donkey-jism from my belly button to my knees. I reached down
to touch my cunt and had trouble finding it in all the slime. Pulling my fingers back up
to where I could see them, I was more than a little relieved to find there wasn't any
blood.
Just then Mary Ann, Jane and Uncle Luke walked in.
"Help me... Oh, please! Help me..." I whimpered.
They all three turned greyish-white and ran to me. Alice, unaware that my uncle had
returned, stepped in through the back door laughing. When she saw the three of them
standing there, her mouth flew open and she sank to the ground.
My uncle had the two girls, Mary Ann and Jane, help me to the house and he stayed to
take care of Alice. As sore as I was, I felt sorry for the girl. I lay in my bed, with the
window open, listening to her scream as my uncle whipped her. Finally I fell into a
painful sleep.


Chapter 8

Two weeks passed. The first week I spent recuperating. The second week, my period
came. I had a lot of cramps and watched my Kotex real close, but found that I was
apparently okay. I started back on the Pill two days before the bleeding stopped and
was ready for phase three – getting my uncle completely on my side.
I managed to get him in bed a couple of times and then decided to really do it up right.
The fact that' Alice was laying for me now, made it necessary to really hurry. The kids
belonged to the 4-H and had regular meetings. The morning of the meeting, I decided
to put my plan in action.
I found my only seashell-cupped bra. I chose a light cotton blouse with wide spaced
buttons and thin, worn material. It would look innocent while revealing a lot. Finding a
pair of light, white nylon pants, I pulled them over my black bikini panties. The effect
was wild. I was a perfectly modest little teenager – until I bent over. Then my buttons
gaped and my panties showed wickedly. I'd drive my uncle wild.
Breakfast was fun. I could feel the eyes of all the males on me. I caught them looking a
couple of times, but pretended not to notice.
At lunch my uncle was very quiet, but kept watching me. At supper it was the same
thing. After the evening meal was over, the kids got ready for the meeting. They would
be out late, getting ready for the county fair. I begged off when invited, saying that I
didn't know anyone, wasn't a member, and just didn't feel like going.
As soon as Uncle Luke and I were alone, I went upstairs to take a bath. I settled into
the tub and waited. Sure enough, it was only a couple of minutes before my uncle
knocked on the door.
I put on a real show for him while we made small talk. Carefully lifting each tit, I
examined them before soaping. After rubbing the lather on the soft, lush boobs, I
pretended to check for lumps. I made the nipples point in different directions as my
fingertips disappeared into the yielding flesh at various spots. I bent over, so my boobs
would hang at their fullest extension, and splashed water on them to get all the soap
off.
After washing my tummy and rinsing it, I stood up. Uncle Luke was almost drooling.
He was having a hard time controlling himself as he sat on the commode. I soaped each
of my legs, making sure I displayed my tits and pussy at their most seductive advantage.
I spread my pussy-pads apart with my fingers, exposing the whole of my cunt to him,
and slowly soaped each of the little goodies hidden there. Uncle Luke was red-faced. I
almost laughed at the way he was licking his lips. He was hooked, 100 percent.
Turning, as if to examine my ass in the mirror behind him, I spread my butt-cheeks and
leisurely soaped the crevice and pucker.
Sitting down, I carefully rinsed the suds away. I raised my hips enough so I was sure he
could see. Inserting two fingers into my cunt, I spread my hole. Sitting down, I flushed
my cunt clean under water.
After getting out, and carefully drying off, I pulled on a pair of transparent, white
panties and rehooked my bra. I was a little disappointed that Uncle Luke hadn't asked
if he could wash me, but figured he was just shy.
"Why don't you take your bath? I'll soap you down," I offered.
He looked relieved. It looked like he'd been afraid to ask. I watched as my uncle
undressed and ran a fresh tub of water. His cock was half-hard and drooling. He
smelled strongly of the day's work. I would like to have sucked him off right there, but
was afraid he'd be turned off by my desire to blow him before he cleaned up.
I washed his back for him. Sliding my hands around, under his arms, I soaped the sides
of his chest muscles and teased his nipples lightly with my fingertips. To my surprise
they stiffened under the caress.
My uncle let me wash his stomach and legs. Then he stood up. I lathered my hands real
good and brought them up. Slipping my fingers under his mammoth balls, I washed the
area between them and his asshole. I spent several minutes carefully rolling his nuts
inside their home, making sure every little wrinkle in his sac was clean and hot.
His cock took on a very rigid stance. It stood proud and strong, looking me right in the
eye. I stared at the hard-on's blushing head and drooling mouth. It had me under its
power. My pussy was turning into a swamp of desire. My lust overrode my plans. I
scooted closer. Still kneeling in front of the tub, I sucked the beautiful, throbbing cock
into my mouth.
At first I kept it tilted a little. Hooking my bottom row of teeth just under the crown
and pressing my upper ones into the middle of his crimson knob, I sucked as much of
his clear pre-cum as I could. I released the pressure and pursed my lips around the hole
itself for one last effort. Then I let his trembling rod slide inside.
Uncle Luke moaned as I gripped his soapy balls between my fingers and rubbed the
muscles behind them. Delighted with his reaction, I slipped my other hand up his
thighs and shoved a soapy finger between the heavy muscles of his ass. His knees
almost gave out.
I found his crinkled asshole and pushed my soapy digit inside. It went in smooth and
easy. I hooked the tip of my finger a little and drew him closer. His cock sank deeper
into my mouth. Then I began moving my head back and forth, so it stroked the
handsome tool.
Even though his prick was wet, it hadn't lost its salty flavor. The soap had washed away
a lot of the sweaty smell, but some still lingered. The mixture of sweat and soap, and
the diluted tastes of sex, made the blow-job unique. My slippery fingers worked to
increase his pleasure. He just stood there trembling, happily letting me heat him past
the boiling point.
My cheeks caved in and ballooned out as the scalding prick rode back and forth along
the top of my tongue. I wanted to deep-throat his cock, but couldn't because of the
soap. It didn't seem to matter. He wasn't having any trouble enjoying it.
I swirled my tongue around the head of the shaft as it came back to my teeth. My uncle
began to shiver and shake violently. The muscles beneath his balls were trembling and
the nuts were vibrating. Even his asshole tightened around my finger. I was about to get
a mouthful of hot jizz.
Uncle Luke's burgeoning prick began to throb. I drove my head down on it, taking his
cock as deep as I could without getting soap in my mouth. His tool began to buck and
spurt, coating my throat with the sperm gushing from it. The cock danced about in my
mouth, filling every crevice. The thick cum ran forward, down my throat, and
backwards, to pool under my tongue. I swallowed and swallowed, trying desperately not
to lose a drop of the precious fuck-cream.
Uncle Luke had too much cum stored up for me to get it all. I did pretty well, until I
popped my finger out of his asshole. When I did that, he flooded me with jizz, pulling
on my hair and growling like a mad dog. I almost choked as the sperm backed up. I
moved my head a little to get more room. As I did, a long trickle drained from the
corner of my mouth.
My uncle just stood there, trying to maintain as much dignity as he could and still get
his rocks off. I felt his hips straining and grinding as he emptied his load. I sensed how
horrible it must be to be a man with no regular sexual outlet. He was from the old
school and probably still thought he'd go nuts, or something, if he jacked-off.
I swallowed and swallowed until I got all his jizz down. I sucked lustily. My mouth
ached from the strain before his cock began to shrink. I'd just started. I had to keep
him interested. I kept his shriveled dick in my mouth and teased the floppy thing with
my tongue.
My scalp hurt from where he'd torn at my hair, but it still didn't matter. I could feel his
sleeping cock start to show some signs of life. I teased and tugged on it. It stretched like
a rubber band as I tugged. Then it began to swell. I gummed it. I sucked. I blew. I
tickled under the rim until it paid off. His prick stopped stretching and bending and got
strong and hard.
It was time to use another tactic. Rubbing his tool between both hands, I got it all
soapy. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and, squeezing gently, began to hammer
it. The veins rubbed my soft fingers and the cum-slit kept popping and stretching, so I
could see the deep-red on the inside of his canal.
I hammered his cock for a few minutes, then stopped. Keeping the fingers of my left
hand wrapped around its shank, I drew a tiny soap bubble in circles on its silky knob
with the fingertips of my right. When I knew he was sufficiently aroused, I let loose and
soaped his ass.
Uncle Luke sank shakily back into the water and rinsed himself. Letting the dirty water
out, he dried and took me by the hand. He'd gotten over his fear of using his own
bedroom and together we headed for it.
The affair with Alice and the donkey had really shaken him up. He'd whipped the girl
so bad that she damned near had to go to the hospital. Then, for the next week, until I
was sure I was all right, he'd asked every time he'd seen me about my condition. Since
his concern had died down a little now, I was just making sure he knew how much he
needed me.
The minute we reached his room he had me take off my bra and lie on my stomach,
promising to give me a massage. That sounded like a good idea, so I stretched out
happily and waited.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and started on my shoulders. It was only seconds
before the deep, soothing digits stopped probing and kneading around my neck. They
slid lightly to the rounded sides of my tits, compressed by the weight of my body and
sticking out from my rib cage on either side.
He traced the firm globes of mashed tits until the tingling flesh became bumpy. He
worked his way down the slender muscles, running on either side of my spine, between
my ribs and ass. He worked on the part of my hips that were outside my panties.
Pushing the flimsy material of my underwear down, an inch or two at a time, he
exposed more and more of my butt.
When almost all of the lush cheeks were bare, and the bottom part of my panties
became baggy, he shoved them onto my thighs. I sighed and melted as he kneaded the
squeezed the relaxed muscles hungrily. I felt the bed give a little as he shifted his
position. His fingers gripped both muscles, on either side of my crack, and pulled my
buns apart.
I knew my asshole was exposed and could feel him tightening his grip, pulling the tiny,
crinkled bung partially open. I spread my legs and felt the pussy-juice run along my
cunt-petals to the clit.
My uncle shifted his weight. Suddenly his tongue was wetly teasing my shitter. My eyes
shot open. I shivered, flooding my slit with lubricant. Uncle Luke chuckled and tickled
my hot little asshole again and again. I almost went out of my mind.
Lowering his head even farther, his tongue dipped into my juices. He lapped up what
he could as it continued to trickle from my twat. He stretched out beside me. I could
smell the strong aroma of need as it wafted from his crotch. His beautiful tool was
strong and hard again. I drooled with desire. I reached out to touch it, but he wouldn't
let me.
He spent only enough time licking my asshole and pussy to turn me into a bundle of
raw passion. I writhed beneath his hot, flicking tongue and knew I had become
addicted to asshole kisses. Then he pulled my butt into the air and positioned me so he
could finish me off.
He didn't bother to pull my panties down the rest of the way. I must have looked rather
strange, with them halfway down my thighs like he was getting ready to spank me. He
greased my shitter and his cock. I waited happily for him to get in position. He spread
the buns with both hands and I felt his prick-head press against my asshole.
His scalding fuck-stick pushed against my asshole until it began to open and give way.
There was a flash of searing pain. His cock knifed all the way into my butt and sank
clear to his balls.
I screamed. It burned, but it burned good. I shivered and sighed as he hooked his hands
around my hips and drew his shit-coated shaft back out. I tightened my bung like I was
trying to keep from shitting. It was his turn to groan in lust. My uncle, as red-necked as
they came in every other way, had a weakness-my asshole.
Within seconds, his driving meat was pounding in and out of my shitter. His hips
slapped noisily against my buns. My tits flopped and bounced back and forth like
punching bags. Trickles of juice oozed from my musty crotch and streamed down the
inside of my thighs.
His kids wouldn't be back until late, so he hadn't paid any attention to the bedroom
door. It had been left cracked. It started to open with a squeak. My uncle froze for a
second, saw that it was only Rover, and continued his lusty comholing.
Bending forward, he covered my moist cunt-mound with his hand and began to tickle
my clitoris. New flashes of burning heat shot through me. I whimpered in delight.
Rover got a whiff of our heat. He recognized what we were doing, and waddled over. I
closed my eyes and waited for Uncle Luke to shoo him away. He didn't.
Suddenly Rover's cold nose touched my tit and he got my tender nipple in his mouth. I
squealed in surprise and fear. My uncle gasped. The dog didn't hurt. He just tugged
and sucked. He drew my nipple towards him. My soft flesh stretched and wrinkled. My
already hard nipple pouted even farther.
Uncle Luke almost shot his wad and forgot to pump me for a second. The effect it had
on him was amazing. He drove into my butt so hard, when he started fucking again,
that I swear his cock-head hit my stomach. He forgot my clit. He just fucked in and out
so fast and hard that his cock shivered, thrilled, throbbed and emptied in less than a
minute. I was left in a state of near mindless need.
Wiping his shrinking tool clean, he kept eying the dog.
"Do you think he'd fuck you?" he asked.
I knew the answer, but played dumb. "I don't know," I whispered, raising onto all
fours.
My uncle was about to find out. Rover knew what to do and wasn't going to waste any
time. The words were barely out of the man's mouth when the dog hopped up on the
bed and got into place.
My asshole was half-numb from my uncle's heated buggering. I couldn't even feel the
drops of cum that I knew must cling around it like dingle berries. Rover slapped my
bruised ass with his tongue a couple of times and stopped.
I felt the big German shepherd crash against my back and grunted. He hopped and
manuevered his hind legs into position. I felt his cock slap against my wet crotch. His
hips pulled back and the head of the ugly, canine hard-on slid across my piss-hole and
down into the yawning chasm below.
He had no trouble getting in my cunt. My hole was still loose from the donkey and
slick with need. I felt his balls hit my hairy triangle and his wet dick rub and caress the
plush insides of my hungry cunt. His cock crashed against the end of my snatch and
bounced back out.
Uncle Luke just stood there, frozen. His face was red, his jaw slack, and his eyes glazed.
It was all an accident, but it was just the accident I needed. If I hadn't gotten him
completely under control before, I sure had him now.
I whimpered and purred as Rover fucked viciously in and out. My fingers clawed at my
uncle's sheets. My ass and thighs trembled and shook under the heavy pounding. My
uncle dropped to his knees beside the bed. Without taking his eyes off the dog's
pistoning cock, he grabbed one of my flopping boobs and began to squeeze and
massage it. I bit my lip in concentration and groaned deep in my throat.
The walls of my pussy felt like they were melting and turning to butter. The numbness
had worn off and I tingled from the wild fucking I was taking. My tit throbbed under
the massaging fingers of Uncle Luke. The donkey hadn't destroyed my desire or ability
as far as sex was concerned and that made me really happy.
Rover's furry belly brushed and caressed my back. His thin front legs gripped me at the
waist and his nose rubbed between my shoulder blades. He was really battering my box.
He was striking the cunt-mouth so hard that his sheath was sloppy wet with nectar. At
least two inches of my cunt was raw from the wiry hair that covered the cock-case.
The canine prick popped, splashed and sucked loudly as it knifed in and out of my
squishing snatch.
I could smell the sweat from Uncle Luke and the musty scent of Rover's fur, not to
mention my own sweat and the overpowering stench of sex which clung about us. I
rose and rose – higher and higher. Each time my pink pussy-lips were sucked in and
out, I boiled. The heat grew with each squeeze on my tit by my uncle's hands.
The fires in my pussy finally ignited. I exploded! I screamed – I squealed – I gurgled –
I moaned – I meowed – I babbled, and I ended the indescribable experience
whimpering. The dog filled me with his hot sperm as I soared.
Rover hopped off. I collapsed in an exhausted heap, and lay there, drenched with sweat.
Uncle Luke petted me affectionately, whispering over and over about how it turned him
on to see me get fucked by a dog.
As soon as I got my wind back, I opened my eyes and discovered that he wasn't
kidding. His hard-on was dripping, drooling and bouncing in his lap. It was so hard it
was arched in the middle, like a strung bow. It was blushing. The knob was a deeper
red than I'd seen it before.
I sensed that now was the time to strike. I wouldn't have a better opportunity.
"Uncle Luke," I began hesitantly. "What can I do about Alice?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well – I get along with everyone but her. Since Alice hurt me, even Mary Ann has
accepted me. But Alice is just waiting. I don't think she'll try and hurt me again, but if I
do something wrong, she'll be sure to come to you."
"Don't worry about the petty stuff, Brandy. I won't listen."
I smiled. He was on my side. I'd gotten my revenge when she'd been horse-whipped for
hurting me. Now it seemed that my position was assured.
"Why don't we take a bath together?" I asked, changing the subject.
He agreed and handed me a handkerchief to stick between my legs. Taking my panties
the rest of the way off, I tossed them on his nightstand and minced towards the
bathroom with the cloth held tightly in place. Uncle Luke walked behind me so he
could watch.
Even though there was a bathroom on the first floor, he insisted that we use the one
upstairs. I knew it was because he wanted to watch me climb the stairs naked. He ran
the bath water and sat on the edge of the tub, watching as I pissed.
Knowing he was interested, I pulled the hairy labia apart, spread my cunt-petals, and let
him see the piss swirl and shoot from the little hole. I watched delightedly as his cock
bounced and shivered at attention.
When I was done, Uncle Luke dabbed the last drops of piss from between my legs with
toilet paper. I checked to be sure all the dog-jism had dripped from my pussy and
followed my uncle into the bathtub.
We sat facing each other for a few minutes. I let him wash my tits and pussy, thrilling
to the slippery delight of his educated fingers. I washed his cock and balls, watching
happily as his whole body shook with heat.
Turning around, I let him soap my back and raised up so he could wash my butt. Since
he was sitting, I didn't get to my feet, but knelt instead. He squirmed around. I thought
he was just getting in a better position to wash me.
He'd already warmed me up by soaping my tits and cunt-mound. He started messing
with my asshole. I found I was as hot as I'd been before my last climax. It was wicked,
insane and wild. I was delighted.
His fingers were slick with soap. He slid into my stretched pucker and soaped the traces
of shit, sperm and grease away. He washed my whole crack and gash too. My belly and
ass were on fire. I couldn't wait to get out so we could fuck again.
When he started to wash my cunt the second time around, I bent over the edge of the
tub to give him a better angle. I was wrapped up in the need and itch that was starting
to burn through me. I didn't feel the cock until the soapy head was pressed against the
equally soapy pucker of my butt.
"Uhhhh..." I gasped in surprise as he drove his prick into my ass.
"Hang on, Brandy!" he growled as his dick shot in my butt up to his balls.
I giggled insanely as his balls slapped wetly against my swollen cunt-lips. His slippery
hands began to try and capture my jiggling jugs. I braced myself on the side of the tub.
He squeezed and caressed my lush boobs. I got my arms past his and began to stroke
my own clit.
The soap made my asshole burn, but the meat heated its way, in spite of that, and
thrilled me. My fingers helped me along the path and I found it pleasantly satisfying.
More importantly, it was helping Uncle Luke. That was what I really wanted.
My uncle was tiring and he'd already come twice that evening. It took a lot longer to
shoot his wad this time. I finger-fucked myself to two minor climaxes before the water
started to cool. Then, finally, his cock throbbed in my asshole. He growled and panted
tiredly and emptied his river of cum into my butt.
We finished washing, got out and dried off. He picked up his clothes, checked his
watch and hurried towards his room. It wouldn't be long before the kids were back. I
remembered leaving my underwear in his room and decided it could stay there a few
days. That would give him something to think about. Returning to my room, I dressed
in my nightgown and brushed my hair.
The truck rattled into the yard about a half-hour later. I heard the door to the house
bang open before the motor of the pickup was even turned off. A panicked tattoo of
steps clattered on the old stairs and Jane burst into the room.
"Quick, Brandy! I goofed! Alice found out that we've been making it. She's going to tell
Papa!"
The two of us flew down the stairs and hit my uncle's bedroom door right behind Alice.
The three of us flew into his room.
"Father..." Alice began.
"Papa..." Janey began.
"Uncle Luke..." I began.
Alice stopped in mid-sentence and stared at the nightstand open-mouthed. Jane and I
saw the stunned expression on her face and followed her gaze.
There on the stand, in plain view, was my underwear. Alice's shoulders sagged. Tears
welled in her eyes. She turned, bowed her head, and walked from the room defeated.
Jane looked questioningly at my uncle and me. Whispering a soft good night to her
father, she turned.
When Jane and I had shut the door, she looked at me in awe. I'd won!


THE END
