The white-hot spunk firehosed deep in the girl's pussy. It was all she needed. She thrilled to the hot, squirmy feeling of his cum being unloaded in her cunt. The throbbing in her cunt became more and more concentrated. And just as Jeff was reaching the peak of his climax, Darlene slipped over the border. The white-hot moment of sexual madness was on top of her. She felt herself clawing at thin air, bucking against her bonds while cumming as hard as a woman could.
"Yeahhh!"
The strength of her first big climax frightened as much as excited her. Darlene had never thought a human being could stand so much pleasure! She shrieked just as loudly as when he had burned her with that cigarette. Only now the pain was something quite different. Darlene felt herself turning into a cunt – one large, milking cunt that was receiving her cousin's delicious, hot cum. She bucked hard against his body at that thought, wishing for a second time she could wrap her legs around him and hug him close. He fired again and again, filling her, making her feel so exhausted and yet so terribly, terribly good.
And then it was over.
"You ain't gonna say nothin' to the folks. You do, and you're gonna be the sorriest bitch that walked round here, understand?"
Darlene nodded as he began fastening the ropes around her wrists and ankles. Just what would happen from now on, she didn't know. But it would try her endurance, of that, she was certain.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Darlene opened her eyes again sunlight was streaming into her upstairs bedroom. She lay naked on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling. Was it a dream? She groaned, rubbing her naked thighs against the smooth white cotton sheets. Lifting her head, Darlene looked at her wrists and ankles. No. It had been no dream. There were the red marks that told her the ropes, the beating, the burning, the fucking had all been real.
"My God!"
Darlene raised herself slowly from bed, pushing her legs over the edge and standing up shakily. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in front of her. No, there were no real outward changes in her body. Oh, there were the whip-marks on her ass and the red areas on her wrists and ankles. Otherwise, everything was the same. But how differently she felt! She had been fucked, really fucked. Her own cousin had torn her cherry away, and in that most foul way. She thought about telling her aunt, then remembered the warning Jeff had given her.
Of course, she could always go home. But then something else tugged at her, something the girl couldn't understand. Just as she was about to turn and draw her suitcase out from under the bed, she felt a chill of excitement. Jeff. The way he had treated her had turned her on. Something dark and devious in the young teenager responded to his battering kind of fucking. She pushed the suitcase back under the bed and rummaged around in her drawers until she found the freshly washed bikini. She would show him. She would show him that what he'd done to her hadn't pushed her into the ground.
With a grim little smile, she took the bottoms and tied the tiny strings around each hip. She snugged the nylon crotchband against her cunt, feeling a tingly sensation prickle her pussy.
Darlene remembered the way Jeff's cock had fucked her cunt to climax, and she shuddered. Though she had an orgasm not so long ago, her body felt expectant, seething to the touch.
What kind of whore was she turning out to be? Her cousin had used her like a thing, beating her, abusing her. And there she was, dressing up purposely to provoke him. She would have to stay close to her uncle. Yes, that was it! She would stay close to her uncle and aunt while she taunted him with her near-naked body. That would show him. Darlene smiled, slipping the tips onto her body and snugging the triangular pieces over her large pink nipples. She could see the ropes poking against the satiny material.
Yes, Jeff would notice her tits. He'd be licking his chops like some damned wolf, wanting to get his mouth back on those tits. And she wouldn't let him. No, sir. She would swing by and make him drool, then run back out her aunt's side. Then and only then would Darlene consider going back to L.A. But she would have her revenge first.
Pulling an old white shirt she'd taken along over her narrow shoulder, Darlene gave herself another last look in the mirror. She turned, sucking in her flat stomach until it made a cave under her ribs. She realized how really small she was. Darlene passed a brush through her hair until the blonde curls fell smoothly over her shoulders. Then she smeared on a tiny dab of pink lipstick. Her lashes were so long she never used make-up on them. Moving away from the mirror Darlene drew a shirt around her tits, buttoning it up modestly so her aunt and uncle would surely not have any objection to her dressing this way for breakfast. It would only be when she was outside with Jeff that she'd remove the shirt and tease him with her body, the body he had so cruelly abused.
"Oh, hello, dear," her Aunt Helen called from below as Darlene descended the stairs. "Jeff told me the two of you had a nice talk the other night. I'm glad. Your uncle's in town getting some supplies, by the way. I've got breakfast all ready for you."
Aunt Helen wan dear, apparently unaware of the monster she'd raised. Darlene slipped into her chair, more than barely aware of her cousin's presence at the other end of the table. Purposely, Darlene let the top button of her shirt become undone. When she bent forward to reach for her fruit juice, she knew he'd be able to see her tits.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be busy today. I'm glad the two of you are talking. You'll keep Darlene entertained around her until we can spend more time with her, won't you, Jeff?"
Darlene felt a tremble of black excitement rush through her.
"Sure, Ma, no problem. We see a lot alike, her and me," Jeff said with a grin.
"She and I," Aunt Helen corrected, shaking her head and wagging a finger at him. "I don't know what I'm going to do with him," she said, serving breakfast.
Darlene ignored her aunt's complaints, barely able to concentrate on her breakfast. She pushed her fork lazily along the plate, always aware of her cousin's eyes boring down into her. In a moment he had wolfed down his food and mumbled something to his mother about repair work in the barn. Darlene finished, helping her aunt clear the table and wash the dishes. All the time, the girl was feeling that hot tingle in her pussy. She couldn't tear herself away from the idea of teasing her cousin to a frenzy, then leaving him high and dry.
When Darlene was certain her aunt was busy about the house, she stepped outside, shading her eyes from the brilliant July sun. All around, the brown scrub-brush hills of the high chaparral country surrounded her uncle's small farm. The sound of tractors roaring nearby filled her ears. The farmhands were all out in the fields now. Maybe her cousin was with them. Something like disappointment filled ha. Then she heard tools clanking out in the barn and knew Jeff had to be there. She smiled grimly, casting one last look over her shoulders. Then she unbuttoned her shirt completely and let it fall from her narrow shoulders. She trailed it along behind her in the dirt, walking slowly past the opened barn door. She looked quickly inside and thought she could see Jeff leaning against the front of a tractor. Did he see her? The pounding, metallic sounds stopped. Yes, she was sure he had.
She smiled again, stopping and stretching. He wouldn't dare make a move, not with his mother in the house. All she had to do was scream out and everything would be over. Even Jeff wouldn't risk something like that. Feeling power surging through her Darlene continued walking, putting a little swing to her hips and knowing her ass was bouncing sexily. Oh, what a slut she was! And that thought made her cunt itch and burn all the more!
Darlene padded barefoot a few more feet, finally realizing the hot dirt was burning her naked soles. She should have brought her sandals with her. Going past the barn door once more, she started back to the house when she saw her cousin coming out from the barn. Then she stopped, her heart feeling very heavy as it pounded against her chest.