J Watson - Hot piece cousin

"All right," Dirk said, "You don't like any of these men so I guess you'll have to do it yourself."

"What do you mean?" Sherry asked.

"Play with yourself," he said. "Spread those pretty legs and play with yourself. Let the nice man see you with your fingers in your cunt."

"No," Sherry whispered.

"Goddamn you!" he yelled. "Don't argue with me!"

She was half-second away from getting clobbered. She could see it in his eyes. She leaned back against the seat and pulled her skirt up. She could hear the grunts of admiration. She quickly slipped her panties down her legs and spread her legs. She closed her eyes because she couldn't stand to see the drools of the men.

She pushed two fingers inside herself and began to massage her cunt. She was already hot and it didn't take a moment before her hips were moving in response to her fingers. She knew it was depraved to show herself this way to all the hungry eyes, but she found herself leaning back more and spreading her thighs wider.

Her fingers searched until she found her sensitive clit and she began to frantically massage it. She felt the warmth spreading from her cunt all over her body. Tingly feelings went up her spine and made her skin burn.

"Oooooh," she groaned softly. "Oh, I'm making myself come! Oh, it feels so good! Oh my goodness!"

Her cunt got juicier as her fingers slipped out of herself. For a moment she couldn't seem to move and then she slowly became aware of the staring eyes.

"Put your panties, on, cunt," Dirk said. "You should have known you couldn't get away from me."

She pulled her panties back on. She was aware of the men laughing roughly as Dirk started the truck and jerked away from the curb. Ugly laughter that burned her ears. The way some men might laugh at a dirty joke.

Sherry looked at the farmhouse with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She hadn't expected to ever ace the place again, but she knew one thing for sure. She wasn't going to stay. She was just looking for her chance to get away again, and this time she would just keep running. She would get away if she had to walk nil the way back to the city.

Tim was standing in the yard as Dirk pulled the truck to a stop. He had his big hands on his hips as he watched them climb out of the truck. He didn't look happy.

"So she tried to run away," Tim said.

"Sure did," Dirk said, grinning, "but I sure taught her a lesson. Made her suck me off right there in front of everybody. Best fucking head I've ever got, too!"

"That's good," Tim said, "but I don't think that's enough. I think she needs to learn a real lesson."

His face was ugly as he put his broad hand on his belt. Sherry's mouth dropped open. Surely he couldn't be planning on beating her with that thing! She heard Dirk's rough laughter and she knew that that was exactly what he was planning.

"Yes sir," Tim said. "A little strap across your bare ass ought to teach you better."

Her legs felt weak. She knew he meant what he said, and he had a look of enjoyment on his face. It looked as if he had just been waiting for a chance to take a strap to her. Sherry was beginning to realize that there was something different about her cousins and her uncle. They didn't just like sex. They liked to feel power and the ability to hurt someone. She had seen that trait in David and now she saw it in Tim. He undid his belt and pulled it off. He doubled it up and slapped it against the palm of his hand. He walked toward her with that same sick grin on his face.

"Leave me alone," she said.

She backed up but not far. Dirk was standing behind her and she felt his strong arms go around her waist, holding her still. He bent down and blew in her ear.

"Now don't you fight," he whispered. "Or you'll get it worse. Tim likes it when they fight."

She got scared. She couldn't just stand there because he would really hurt her. She brought her foot down hard on Dirk's toes and he howled in rage. She hardly realized what she was doing as she drove her foot down again and he let go of her.

She ran for the barn. She heard Tim yelling at her. She got to the door and then remembered that there was no back door. She was so scared she could hardly stand up and she felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to make it around the corner of the barn and Dirk tackled her. She scratched and clawed at him but he just laughed at her.

"She wants to go to the barn," Tim said. "Take her to the barn."

Dirk picked her up like a sack of produce and pitched her over his broad shoulder. He carried her kicking and screaming to the barn. He dropped her on the hay with her arms twisted up behind her. He picked up a piece of rope and tied her hands and then pitched the end of the rope over a rafter. He tied her solidly to the rafter so that she could barely move.

"Let me go," she sobbed. "Don't hurt me. I won't run away any more."

"Lying bitch," Dirk said.

He tore her clothes off her. She had never felt so naked as she did hanging there. She couldn't turn her head enough to see Tim but she could hear him. He pressed up against her and his hands caressed her bare ass.

"Nice and round and soft," he whispered. "It's a shame I have to mark it up. But you know you have to learn a lesson. We can't have you running away every time my back is turned."

"I won't," Sherry said. "I promise you. I won't!"

"Oh, you would," Tim said. "As soon as you got the chance. But that's because you haven't got the fear. But you're going to get the fear."

"Please," Sherry sobbed.

Tim rubbed the leather of his belt against her and she shivered. His fingers parted her thighs and he pulled the leather belt between them. He pulled it back and forth for a few moments, creating some new sensations in Sherry's body.

"See," Tim said. "I can make you feel good. Real good. I can also make you hurt like hell!"

She screamed as her uncle jerked the belt from between her sensitive thighs. He brought it down with a hard snap of his wrist that made her hurt all over. She heard Tim laughing and then asking Dirk to go to the house for a beer.

The waiting was hard. Tim didn't speak to her while Dirk was gone for the beer. Ho didn't put his hand on her. She heard him whispering when Dirk came back and she heard the pop tops on the beer cans. Again she tried to turn her head but the rope allowed just so much movement.

"Now the real fun begins," Tim said.

He beat her all over with the belt. He beat her until she was sobbing for mercy and promising anything. He kept biting her until she started thinking that he a going to beat her to death.

Finally he stopped. Tim lifted her head and looked into her puffy face. Her cheeks were tear-stained but the anger and spirit had left her eyes. Now she looked at him like a frightened animal.

That was the way Tim liked his women to be. Afraid of him. A scared woman would do anything she we asked and without question. He let his hands fail to her creamy tits and he canned her until he felt her nipples begin to stiffen.

Damn, but she we a hot one. Even after a beating like this one she could still feel passion. He grabbed her hair and bent her head back until she we staring up at the ceiling. He knew it we almost an impossible position and she started to whimper softly.

"All right," Tim said, "let's take her up to the house."

"Why not right here?" Dirk asked.

Tim nodded. The hay was soft and it had been a while since he'd really fucked a woman in the barn. He reached up and untied her hands and she fell to her knees. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face against his crotch.

Her lips started working immediately, almost frantically. That we the way it always went. The women wanted to satisfy him, to do anything he wanted. A good beating made a woman easier to live with.