Paul Gable - Tied up cousin

Then Jack dragged the end of the blade back to the bottom of her cunt-mouth, slid it up to her clit and toyed with her clit.

"No, don't… cut… that…"

Her face was a mask of extreme concentration.

Buzzing, spinning flashes of terror tore through her mind as the big farm boy slowly moved the tip of the knife wound and around her tiny sex organ.

Involuntarily, Carol shoved her ass back at Jack. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her cunt, then moved away.

"All right, man," Jack said reluctantly, taking the knife away and closing the blade.

Carol let out her breath, her muscles slackening. Something told her ordeal was nearly over. One or two more hurdles and she'd be through with it.

Carol almost laughed, pressing her knuckles in her mouth and shaking her head from side to side.

Carol shook her head violently back and forth, trying to drive thoughts like those away. Still, some shreds of decency remained, the girl thought grimly to herself. Still, something was telling her not to do this.

The blonde girl didn't care if Billy and his friends stood over her and watched or not. The last shred of decency left her. Now the only thing remaining was her cunt… a throbbing, pulsing organ that had to be satisfied with anything at hand. She growled, biting her fingers, sliding her face over the tough tree trunk, feeling her pussy grow hotter, wetter and tighter under the man's ministrations. She let out short gasps in between her moans, feeling her cunt closing down on his prick. Ohh, how she wished she could have something inside her, something big, something that would stretch her pussy membranes apart. Carol wanted to be fucked, to have that sensation of being filled. As awful as the boys were, at least they had big dicks, had something that took care of the raging fire in her pussy.

"Unnnnhhh!"

Carol twisted her body, dipping her ass, making her asscheeks shiver as they glistened with spit. She was swaying from side to side, clawing now, splitting her fingernails. Oh, why couldn't the licking be harder. Carol took another sharp breath, backing into the man, wagging her ass slowly from side to side.

The girl's juicy cunt-lips clicked around his prick. Carol's head spun around. What kind of strange world had she entered now? What kind of weird thing was she embracing? And now the man was edging his teeth against the hollows of her thighs. Carol cried out. He lapped noisily at her cunt, shoving his tongue into her pussy and searching around for the most sensitive spots on the young woman.

That touch brought a whimpery gasp from the girl's throat. Ohhh, how she wanted him to fuck her. All reservations about having a man's tongue in her disappeared. Yes, yes, she needed a fuck, any kind of fuck! She had to have something to fill herself with. Tongues weren't too good, neither were fingers. She wanted to be stuffed. It was a need that seemed to go beyond orgasm.

"Harder, harder!"

He was going wild over her seeping cunt. He concentrated his licking there. Each time he shoved his tongue down into the steamy folds, Carol had to think of a cock. A man's dick, anything that would take care of that increasingly terrible need.

The man growled and gouged roughly around the edges of the teenager's pussy. His back humped as his sexual instincts guided him. Carol sucked in another ragged breath. Her body was on fire. Her lungs felt as if they were burning while her throat ached from the continuous tightness.

"God, God," she whimpered softly.

The big man was licking her ass, wetting each cheek so much that spittle dribbled down her thighs. Could she go this far? What a stupid question! She already had! She had encouraged the man so much there could be nowhere else to go except fucking the man. Carol now realized that she had been looking forward to that terrible act all along. She wanted to be covered with the man's body. "Fuck, fuck!"

She was shoving her knees farther apart to give the man more room.

Carol felt the scratching at her asscheeks and lower back. There was a sudden weight. She felt his hands move along her sides, wrapping around her body, holding his torso steady while he moved his legs up against the backs of her knees. The young woman tried to picture how the two of them must look – a young woman, crouched down over a log, her tits flattened by the bark, while most of her body was covered by that man.

"Fuck 'er man, fuck 'er good!" Billy said, his eyes bugging out with excitement. The others murmured the same thing as the man started humping. She felt his dick sliding along her inner thighs, scraping her flesh. Oh, he was trying to find her cunt-hole. She heard his whimpering in frustration as he hugged her body harder, humping up and down, sliding from side to side as he searched for her pussy.

A wild thrill filled the girl's body. Her long blonde hair hung down to hide her shamed face. She felt the weight of her large tits as she backed away from the log and let them fall freely. Her plump ass moved and dipped. Something very hot brushed her pussy-crack, sliding through her frizzy cunt-hairs.

"Fuck… fuck!"

Carol was babbling now, throwing her ass around to urge the man on. A flash of wild fear and excitement combined to burn out her mind. Her excitement was at a wild pitch. Nothing could have stopped her from her frenzied sex act now. Were there any limits? Carol didn't know and could care less. She sobbed in confusion and heat, letting the man's red knobby cock slip into the mouth of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!"

It was done. Now she could feel the red prick burning though her snatch, gouging against her slick pussy-folds, going deeper and deeper while the man held on more tightly. Oh, how quickly she'd hit the bottom of the barrel!

And instead of groaning with shame, Carol could only wish for more!

"Hey, I hear somethin'," Billy said as Carol finally sagged under the man's weight.

"Ain't that your folks?" Jack said, pointing at a pair of headlights coming up the road.

"Dunno. Probably. Come on, let's get the bitch inside."

The three boys hurried, dragging the moaning girl from the field into the house, up the stairs and finally to her bedroom. Billy threw her on the narrow bed while Jack and Ron ran back down the steps to the rear door.

"Okay, baby, you got saved this time. I had plans… other kind of plans," he said, his voice dropping off for a second.

Carol shivered, not wanting to know what they were.

"Just don't think you can say somethin' about this. Nobody's gonna believe you. They all think I'm some goody-two-shoes like them. And you open that mouth and try to say somethin', and you'll get punished like you ain't never dreamed. Unnerstan'?"

Carol shook her head up and down quickly, her eyes riveted to the young man's crotch. She couldn't imagine what could be more harsh than the events that had taken place that evening. But the blonde teen was reasonably sure if there were more crud acts of sexuality, Billy knew of them.

Satisfied he'd adequately warned her, the young man slammed the door, going down the stairs to meet his parents who had just driven into the yard.

For hours, Carol lay like a zombie in bed, not wishing to move. She was terrified that the slightest sound would bring Billy and his friends back in to torment her. It was only when the house drew quiet, when she heard her aunt and uncle climbing the stairs slowly and discussing the carnage in town, that Carol realized her nightmare was over. Now she would think about her transgressions, about how she willingly accepted all the horror flung at her.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Waves of shame and horror crashed down on her. Grabbing a pillow, Carol covered her head with it, rolling over and sobbing hysterically. No, she couldn't let her aunt and uncle hear her. She cried and cried, tearing at the sheets with her fingers, fighting down the nausea that swept over her mind. After several more hours, late in the evening, Carol fell asleep, her dreams replays of the torture she'd endured that night. For days later, the girl avoided her cousin, growing so quiet that even her aunt and uncle noticed it. They wanted to take her to the doctor. But Carol adamantly refused, saying it was just a phase she was going through. It had been hard to find clothes to cover the bruises and marks of the previous evening. She didn't dare go to a doctor. A physician would know automatically something strange had happened. And he would be obligated to tell her aunt and uncle. As sick and confused as Carol was, the girl couldn't see telling on her cousin. She remembered his warning as he stood in the doorway, his crotch bulging with a stiff dick. The young woman was sure he wanted to fuck her at that point.