Bob Hawkins: Daughter gets the goat

She moaned loudly as Jim dragged her left leg out to the side and pressed her ankle against the base of a sturdy sapling. Quickly, he bound her foot against the tree with the loose length of her own knee sock. She wiggled her bare toes, stunned at the sight of her own leg stretched out like that, her own foot tied to a tree. It was crazy.

Her panic threatened to overpower her. She gulped around the stone, but her saliva continued spilling out over her lips, hanging in long thick strands down to the front of her blouse.

She had to fight hard to get control of herself. She forced herself to think of the little boy as just that – a little boy. But, as he forced her right leg to the other side, spreading her wide open, Dawn discovered that the boy was much stronger than she had imagined. He had to force her leg farther than it could easily go, and Dawn winced, panting in pain as Jim simply pushed her leg against the bottom of the tree and bound it there. The straining agony in Dawn's stretched young thigh was nearly unbearable. She rolled her head loosely on her shoulders, panting and whimpering.

She had to keep control of herself. Jim was just a boy, just a little boy who'd found an interesting new toy. When he got bored, he would let her go. All she had to do was let it happen, cooperate as much as she could, and everything would be all right.

She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. She worked her shoulders against the trunk of the tree, trying to ease the strain. And she watched the boy.

Jim settled himself cross-legged in front of the bound girl. He looked at her well-filled panty crotch, feeling his belly tighten, enjoying the feeling as his cock got harder and harder inside his cowboy pants.

It was a good feeling. He had made the girl his captive. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she couldn't even yell for help.

She was his.

He looked her all over. She was sweating, breathing rapidly. Her tits rose and fell in a quick rhythm, swelling outward, tightening the material of her blouse, then deflating a little bit, over and over and over. He stared, thrilled by the idea of seeing the young girl's tits for real. There was absolutely nothing to stop him from unbuttoning her shirt and taking a look.

Dawn sighed. She had no doubt at all that this little creep was going to touch her body. Probably take some of her clothes off too. She knew there was nothing she could possibly do to stop him, but, when he finally let her go, he was going to get one hell of a beating. She would make damn sure of that.

Now that Jim had her where he wanted her and could look at her panties all he wanted, he seemed to lose interest in them. He wanted to feel her tits.

The front of Dawn's blouse was wet around the collar and under her arms and under her lush tits. The smooth material clung to her tits. He could see the girl's bra beneath her blouse.

Dawn moaned quietly when Jim shifted up between her spread legs, and she automatically tried to bring her legs together to stop him. But there was nothing she could do. She didn't want him to do it. She had too many unfulfilled dreams, too many wonderful pictures in her head about how it would be the first time she let a boy touch her, really touch her. He would be a boy she wanted to have touch her, a boy who would be gentle and loving. Not a kid dressed in a stupid cowboy outfit.

The sunlight made her pretty hair glow. It rested loosely around her shoulders, spilling down over her face, lying softly on the upper slopes of her tits.

In a daze, Jim reached out. He pushed his cupped hand firmly and fully over Dawn's warm tit, feeling for the first time in his life the fullness of a young girl's tit, the weight and yielding firmness of a young girl's tit.

Dawn gagged on the stone in her mouth, pushed it out of her throat with her tongue. Her jaw hurt. The stone hurt the roof of her mouth, and it tasted awful. It was getting unbearably painful. Her shoulders and back ached to be released from their straining position.

But the hand on her tit made all the pains seem to fade away. Instinct flowed into the girl's body. She groaned and felt her body try to arch outward, upward. She sucked a deep lungful of air to make her tits fill her bra, make them larger, fuller.

Jim reached out with his other hand and cupped Dawn's other tit. The warmth of her tit-flesh flowed through the soft material of her blouse and bra.

Dawn felt the boy's hands begin kneading her tits, his strong young fingers gouging into the sweet globes, his palms mashing against her nipples. She grunted as she felt her nipples respond to the kneading mashing clutching hands. The little buds grew stiff, pulsing with need, throbbing with an urgent desire to be pinched and scratched and rubbed and rolled and teased and tortured.

She had never been felt by a boy. Her body was ready, and against her will, it responded, heedless of the fact that the wonderful hands on her tits belonged to a kid.

Jim breathed through his mouth. His eyes widened as he watched his own hands claw at the helpless girl's beautiful tits.

His prick was throbbing. His cock was hard, curled downward into his underpants. His little balls quivered and ached. His guts churned. Almost mindlessly, the boy brought his hands together at Dawn's throat. She whimpered, for a brief moment convinced that the boy was mad, and was going to strangle her.

He could feel the heat rising from the girl's throat. He fumbled with the button, finally got it free.

Dawn shouted, but the stone muffled the sound. She twisted her head wildly from side to side, and thrust her body away from the tree as far as she could, trying desperately to shake the boy's hands from her blouse. She gasped, snorted through her nose, made wild noises deep in her throat.

Jim ignored the animal sounds gurgling in the girl's throat. He moved his hands down the line of buttons on the front of her pretty blouse, then yanked the material until it came free of the tight belt around her trim waist. He pushed the blouse back off her shoulders and folded it neatly back away from her well-filled bra cups, tucking the tails of her blouse behind the small of her back, baring her tummy and chest and her cock-stirring bra cups.

Jim grabbed the silken cups, squeezed them in both hands. His fingers traced the lace-work along the upper edges of the cups. The backs of his knuckles stroked the taut firm flesh above the tops of her bra.

All the time the boy was feeling her tits, Dawn was shaking her head, grunting and struggling to free herself. It was utterly hopeless. She was bound too tightly.

She sagged back against the tree trunk and went limp as Jim reached up and pushed the thin straps of her bra from each slim shoulder.

It was going to happen to her.

She sighed, defeated.

Jim hooked his fingertips just under the lacy upper edge of each bra cup, then slowly pulled them downward, folding the silk and lace down off Dawn's pretty young tits. The cups slipped off the lush full mounds of her tits, and folded into a wadded band under her breasts. Jim sat there, his fists clutching the wadded bra, and stared at the smooth naked mounds of Dawn's perfect tits.

The rounded hemispheres of sweat-glistening virgin tit-flesh made Jim's belly churn with lust. His cock went absolutely rigid in his pants.

He let go of the wadded bra, and turned his palms upward to cup the warm globes. He moaned, almost whimpering, as he felt the incredibly silky flesh, the perfect weight, the flowing warmth of Dawn's bare tits.

Dawn whined loudly as he felt her tits. Damn him. She didn't want to get felt up by some fucking little kid, not her first time. And not like this, for God's sake, tied up and gagged, helpless to respond.

Dawn moaned in disgust and anger.

All she could do was sit there and take it. She tried to focus on something, anything. She looked at the boy's face. He was thrilled with what he was doing to her. His lips were parted, and she could see his tongue working against his teeth, as though he could already taste her nipples.