Carol stared at his fat cock, seeing it with a mixture of fascination and repulsion. She'd seen it so often. But now on the table, pinned like a laboratory experiment, Carol saw his cock as more menacing. Slowly she opened her mouth, unable to fight back.
"Yeah, yeah!" Billy whispered, sucking in deep breaths as he fed her his prong. "Get your fuckin' fingers around it and start jackin' it back and forth."
As he talked, he reached back and grabbed her tiny clit between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted harder, hearing the young woman sigh with pain. Carol thought she was going to pass out as the pinching became more intense. And yet more pussy-oil seeped out of her hole.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Billy's fingers tightened around Carol's clit as her lips pressed harder around his dick-head. Carol felt lightning shoot through her and sparks jump from her aunt as the hand kept tightening, ready to yank her clit from her body. She cried out again and again, her screams muffled by the mouthful of dick meat. The warmth and wetness of her mouth and tongue over his dick sent shivers through Billy. He stared heavy-lidded down at the girl. There was more than just the physical act of having his cousin suck him off. There was a real joy in watching her mouth moving round the big prong without having to tell the girl what to do. She hated him. That Billy knew. He also realized part of her was repulsed by everything he forced her to commit. But the young man reveled in the blonde's struggle against herself, the struggle of morality versus the desire to submit to every perversion the farm boy threw at her.
The pain of her clit being twisted added a new weird dimension of delight to the thrills racing through her body. And the fast jerking rod pushing into her mouth was adding to the wild, throbbing sensations. She parted her lips a little more, making sucking sounds as she licked at the underside of his dick. Carol could taste her cunt-juice on Billy's mouth-fucking rod. At times she felt his balls scrape over her chin and press against her nose. There was the pungent aroma of the young man's sweaty groin as he moved his hips back and forth, feeding the willing girl his fat prick.
"Sheeit!"
Carol caressed the young man's fat, leathery nuts lovingly. She instinctively knew what to do, knew how to excite Billy as he hammered the fat dick-head against the back of her throat.
"Take her in the cunt, man." Jack said.
"Yeah, yeah, gotta do it that way," Billy panted, pulling his dick out with a squishy popping sound. Spittle and cum drooled from the corners of Carol's mouth. Before she could focus in on what had happened, Billy was sprawled over her, his dick slipping between her bloated cunt-lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck meeeeeee!"
Billy stabbed his hard cock into her savagely. The girl bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and lust, arousing Billy all the more. His hands gripped her shoulders while the girl raked his back with her long fingernails. The hugeness of his fucking cock made her feel everything against her cuntal walls at once as he kept on stabbing his cock into her mercilessly. He pulled all the way back, letting the flanged red head rest in the opening of her cunt-hole. Carol went crazy, bit her lips, worked her hips back and forth, screamed for his dick. That was all he could take.
The young farm boy lunged forward, his hips slamming against Carol's as he nailed his dick into the center of her cunt. Her hot pussy-tunnel clamped shut, holding his dick tightly in place. Carol felt the world exploding. She was cumming, heaving her pussy against his pelvis. She heaved and gasped, seeing whirling stars explode in her head. Convulsions shook both of them again and again as the big young man fired off his load in Carol's clenching pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The force of that last orgasm had knocked Carol almost unconscious. She lay on the table, moaning for minutes after Billy had slipped his dick from her snatch and wiped it off with an old towel handed to him by Jack. He hitched up his Levi's looking around and smiling at the drooling snatch in front of him, pulled wide apart by the ropes holding her knees apart and by the screws still clamped to her labes.
"Untie her fuckin' legs, and get those screws off her cunt!"
Jack and Ron worked quickly, slipping the loops from her knees, then unlacing the thinner ropes holding her wrists tightly to the table.
When they were through, Ron and Jack slipped their arms under Carol's and scooped her up off the table, feeling her tits, working their fingers over her wet cunt, making lewd suggestions as they lowered her to the floor.
Carol rolled over on her belly, clawing at the dirt, trying to get away. But she had no energy left. She wanted to sleep, sleep deeply as if in a coma. And yet she knew the boys weren't about to let her relax. They still wanted a show. No pleas, no reasoning would deter them from that path.
"Get on over," Billy growled, slipping one toe under her sides and kicking her onto her back.
"Stop it! Oh, God, let me go! I'm not gonna do your filthy things!"
Then suddenly everything went black. Even later the girl wasn't sure if she had fainted or if someone had sneaked behind her and knocked her out. All she realized was that the sleep she'd been wanting finally came. With a groan, Carol sank to the floor.
The blonde teen had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. Slowly she awoke, stifling a groan when she thought she heard movement nearby. Even though she was awake Carol wanted them to think she still slept. Let her have a few more minutes rest before they go at her again.
Carol lay quietly for several moments, then slowly opened her eyes and looked around. No one was there. She lay where she'd fallen – naked, shivering, partly covered with stubble. In a flash the girl thought of escape. Certainly her aunt and uncle would soon be on the road back here. They could find her as she ran down toward them. But would they believe her story? It sounded wild, strange. How could they believe her, a near stranger, especially when she told them about their own son?
Carol drew one hand up to her mouth, stifling the sobs. She was alone, abandoned here. People would laugh at her, accuse her of making up stories, of trying to put the blame on her cousin for what she started.
Then she thought of all the pain she'd endured at the hands of men. They were the ones who beat her, humiliated her.
CHAPTER NINE
The boys teased Carol mercilessly for the next half-hour. Billy yanked her from the floor and forced her to parade around than while they beat her asscheeks, shoved her down, then kicked her, calling her all sorts of vile names.
Carol sobbed, begging them to stop, knowing full well they wouldn't.
"Goddamned little slut," Billy snarled, stopping his beating and staring hotly down at his cousin. Carol fought back the tears, wiping the few that oozed from her eyes with her clenched fists. Oh, God, how she ached all over. When would this end? When would her aunt and uncle come in from town and put a stop to this night? The young girl hung her head, clawing desperately at the loose straw on the barn floor, letting her hair fall over her face and touch the ground. She was in a crouching position, crouching like a bitch, like the bitch everyone was calling her.
She looked up and saw the swell of his hot cock-meat inside his Levi's bulge out. He was ready to put her through hell once more.
"Hey, man, we really ain't got into the fuckin' bitch," Ron protested.
Billy raised his eyebrows. This was something new. Usually his buddies went, along with everything he said and did.
"Okay, okay, we got time. Ma and pa ain't gonna be back for a while. Hey, bitch, you gotta take care of my buddies."
Carol saw she was being passed around like some piece of meat. They were all having their bite.