J Watson - Hot piece cousin

Twice she felt his fingers brushing her ass and once she gave a startled gasp as his hand slipped roughly between her legs and clutched her tightly.

"Oooooh," she said.

"Like that?" he said. "It's going to get better. You're going to love it."

She scrambled into the top of the hayloft and backed against a far wall. There was really very little room. There was small window on one side but it we too small to get through. She could only stand there and watch as he pulled his muscular form into the hayloft.

"Alone at last," he said. "Don't you like this better?"

"No," she said.

"You're going to," he assured her. "You're going to like it much better. Now take that pin out of your hair. I want to see it all soft and wavy."

She'd knotted a lot of her hair at the back and now she took the pin out. Her hair fell to her shoulders in soft, golden waves.

"That's good," he told her. "Now we're going to have a little fun, and I hope you don't forget the lesson you had downstairs."

She didn't forget. He had hurt her downstairs and he was capable of hurting her again if she didn't do exactly as he wanted. This time she didn't try to wiggle free when he crushed her to him.

Her mouth was soft and willing when he kissed her, and she opened her lips immediately to allow his fat tongue to wiggle inside.

Then an odd thing happened. She found she didn't dislike his kisses so much when she relaxed. His beer breath wasn't so bad. It simply added another flavor to his salty masculine hate. It wouldn't be so bad if all he wanted to do was kiss.

But she knew kissing wasn't all he had in mind. His broad hands dropped to her ass and he pulled her even tighter against him so that she was feeling the huge outline of his prick pressing against his trousers. This dine she did try to wiggle away but she found that wiggling only seemed to excite him more.

Finally she remained still, her lips still being bruised by his, and his club-like hands still directed the movements of her ass.

There was one thing Dirk knew and that was that he had found a gold mine in this woman. He had expected her to be cold all the way through but he had felt the gentle response of her lips when he kissed her. She hadn't been just putting up with him, she had been enjoying it.

He knew she was a hot one and he could get a gold mine of pleasure from her if he treated her right. A boy on the farm gets plenty of pussy to practice on.

He released her again but only for a moment. He wept her off her feet and placed her on her back in the soft hay. He saw the pleading look in her eyes and this excited him even morn. He had seen such a look on a deer he'd tapped once.

He wondered if her titties would look as good without the covering. He ran his hands beneath her blouse and cupped the firm mounds. Damn, she was wearing a bra. She started fitting him again.

One of her hands clawed for his face and he caught her wrist. He bent it backward until she sobbed in pain. He released her and slapped her face lightly about a dozen times. Tears covered her face when he stopped.

This time he half lifted her up and pulled the bra off. He slipped her blouse and bra over her head and found himself looking at the most beautiful pair of jugs he'd ever seen. Rosy areolas as big as silver coins and plenty of creamy flesh that didn't sag at all.

She was crying softly but he paid no attention to her. He placed both hands against her titties and squeezed them. He felt the nipples growing harder under the touch of his fingers. God, she was a hot one. She was about to make him come right in his trousers.

She put her hands on the sides of his head. She wasn't trying to get him away. She just left them there as if she were trying to beg him with her hands. Soft little sob, came from her mouth.

He had to taste that firm flesh. He squeezed both her tits so that the nipples poked at him. He bent his head and licked at one nipple.

"Oh no," Sherry said. "Oh no. Please don't do that."

This time Sherry did attempt to push him away but he was as firmly fixed as a huge rock. Her feeble attempts were useless. He acted as if he didn't even feel her hands. His lips kept licking at her nipples and she felt them getting even harder.

A tingling excitement started between her legs, something she couldn't control. Her tits had always been sensitive, always. That was one area she'd been so careful not to let men touch them on dates. She could touch them herself and feel a hot moistness in her pussy.

But this was not touching. This was far more exciting than just touching. His tongue was causing her titties to swell to an aching need, and she no longer wanted to push him away – she wanted to pull him closer.

She slipped her fingers through this thick hair around to the back of his head and began to tug him closer. She sighed then she felt his lips open and suck her tender flesh into his throat.

"Ohhhhhhh," she said with a delicious shiver. "You're making me feel so funny."

He wasn't wasting any time. Even while his lips sucked at her titty-flesh, his fingers worked to undo the snap on her jeans. He got it apart and he jerked the zipper down. His broad hind went inside her jeans and touched her panties.

She sobbed softly as his fingers began rubbing across her most sensitive area. She knew he could feel the moistness of her panties, and there would no longer be any doubt in his mind that he was turning her on.

"Please stop!" she yelled, but they were useless words because already her hips were moving against the pressure of his fingers, and she was lifting her ass up to help him pull down her jeans.

He took her shoes off and she kicked the jeans off and she was naked except for her panties. This was the first time a man had ever looked at her that way and she flushed with a hot, fierce pride because she knew her body was good.

"Kiss me," she said. "I want you to kiss my mouth again!"

She reached for him and pulled his mouth against hers. Her tongue darted hotly into his mouth and she heard his soft groan of surprise. She we so hot. She had never known she could get this hot. Even in the tub sometimes, when her fingers went between her legs to help the itch, she had not gotten this hot.

She lifted her back and rubbed her titties against the rough fabric of his shirt. God, how that made her feel. She could feel shivers going through her body.

He pushed her away and stood up. She knew what he was going to do and she couldn't take her eyes off him. Her blood raced to her head and made her feel weak and sick. She stared at him with a mixture of fear and excitement.

He knew what she was looking at but he made her wait. He undid his shirt and pulled his undershirt off. His chest was like a thick oak tree and he was covered with thick, black hairs. His muscles rippled as he undid his belt and pulled the zipper open.

Her eyes were transfixed as he pulled the trousers down his legs. He sat down to loosen the strings on his heavy farm shoes. He pulled them off and then slipped out of his trousers. He wore only a pair of jockey shorts and she could easily see the outline of the hard bulge.

"I think I'm going to let you take my shorts off," he said. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "Come on over here."

She crawled over to him on her hands and knees. In his position she could have easily hurt him and escaped. The thought didn't cross her mind. All she could think of was her burning itch and the need to look at her first real cock.

She tugged his torts down his thick legs and pulled them off his feet. Only then did she look at the weapon sticking out from between his legs. It was a brutal-looking thing. A hard shaft capped by an enormous red head. Even as she watched, a little drop of white appeared on the end.

She couldn't move. She sat looking at him and knowing that that huge prick would soon be in her cunt, tearing her apart. She knew it would kill her. She didn't see how it could help but rip her in two.