J Watson - Hot piece cousin

"Oooooh," she moaned as she pressed herself closer to him, wanting that exciting feeling of having his hard, bare chest rubbing roughly against her sensitive tits. Her nipples rubbed against his and her entire body was one fiery mass.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me really hard! Make me see stars!"

He knew what she wanted and he pushed her off him. She protested but not too much as he pushed her off the bed. He made her turn around with her head against the bed and her gaping cunt exposed. He drove his cock furiously into her cunt without waiting for her to get positioned exactly right.

"That's right!" she cried. "That's how I want your big cock. Fuck me hard. Really give it to me!"

He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked anyone, driving his cock into her wet cunt with an animal savagery. She loved it! She moaned and begged for mote. Her ass wiggled against him with every stroke.

"I'm cominggg," she whispered. Then her voice grew higher. "I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm cominggg!"

He felt her cunt muscles squeeze his cock and only when her hot juices flooded him did he feel his cock beginning to grow soft. God, she was a fine piece of ass! He'd never stayed that hard for so long after he'd come. She was a fantastic addition to the farm.

Sherry might have learned to control her newly awakened sexual desires if Tim and Dirk had fucked her regularly for a while. Instead they ignored her. She did her chores while she waited for one of them to attack her again, but they both seemed to have forgotten she existed.

She told herself that she was not the kind of poison who would approach them, but her finger wasn't enough to extinguish the fire that had grown in her. Each night for a week she went to bed with her body aching.

She was at the point where she was ready to beg them to fuck her again when Tim and Dirk decided to take a trip to town. She was unaware of their plans until she awakened one morning and found the note on the kitchen table.

"Damn them, anyway!" she said bitterly. "Why did they do this to me?"

She tried to get rid of her increased desire by working around the house. She cleaned frantically but nothing helped. She did everything that could be done and finished by twelve o'clock and still there was a fiery itch between her legs.

"I can't stand it!" she wailed. "I can't go on like this. I need a man."

She went into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. Her hand went between her legs but her caressing fingers only increased her desire. She got up off the bed.

"Maybe a little walk will help," she said.

She told herself that she was really not thinking about David as she pulled off her house dress and pulled on her jeans and a revealing halter top. She was just going to get a little more exercise and that was all.

She was going to feed the chickens when she heard the big truck pull into the front yard. Two huge men were already unloading boxes by the time she got to the barn. Both men were rugged truck-driver types, stained with sweat and dirt. They both wore only their trousers and their naked chests were covered by thick mats of hair. They looked like naked apes.

She tried not to look at them as she walked to the barn. They made her nervous. She didn't return the larger man's grin. Instead she gave him a haughty look as she walked past them and the barn to the chicken coops.

She was aware of one of the rough-looking men punching his friend in the arm and they both stopped work and stared at her. One of them made an obscene gesture with his hand at his crotch.

"Look at that ass," she hoard one of them whisper.

"She sure don't mind showing it, either," the other man said.

She fed the chickens quickly, but she didn't want to walk back past them. Instead she decided she would do a little, exploring, at least until they were gone. She walked past the barn and found a meadow with high green grass. She followed the meadow path until she reached a clump of trees. Right there it felt nice and smelled fresh and she decided to take a seat and wait for the sound of the truck leaving.

It didn't come. She had waited ten minutes when she was aware that she was not alone. She looked up and she found the two grinning truck drivers standing over her. She felt a little afraid. They had funny expressions on their faces, the same look Dirk had had when he'd raped her.

But this was different. Dirk was really a nice-looking boy. There was nothing nice-looking about these two men. Both of them had a couple of days beard on their faces and they both smelled dirty.

"What do you want?" Sherry asked them.

"We thought you might be getting a little lonely waiting out here," one of them said. "We thought we'd come out here and keep you company."

"Yeah," the other said. "You're too nice-looking to be sitting here all alone."

Then Sherry knew what was going to happen and she knew there was no sense fighting. She had really tried to fight Dirk and he had been much too strong for her. And either of these truck drivers looked as if he could break Dirk in two.

There was also no use screaming. Only the cows and chickens would hear her. There were no other houses close enough to the farm for anyone to hear screaming. One truck driver sat down in the grass beside her and put a hand on her thigh.

She didn't protest as his hand traveled up her thigh and touched between her legs. He grinned at her as he began squeezing her cunt. His fingers explored her as if he owned her.

"You're not going to fight," he said.

"No," she said.

"Good," he said. He leaned back and put his rough hands underneath his head. "Now you just take it out and play with it a little bit. I watched your ass jiggling when you walked across the yard and I got so fucking hard it hurt. Now I want you to take the edge off."

Her tiny hand trembled as she reached for his zipper. He was still grinning at her and she had the feeling that he would like it if she tried to fight him. She had a feeling the only thing fighting would get her would be a few hard blows. She wasn't a coward but these two men frightened her. Alone in the woods they could do anything they pleased with her. She had to do what they wanted even if she found it distasteful.

Burt Andrews felt the fear in her and he loved it. He liked for a woman to be afraid of him. It made it more exciting. He knew he could do what he wanted with this young piece and she would only come back for more. Hot damn, he thought. It's like discovering a goldmine right in the front yard. He spread his legs as she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. His cock was throbbing hard and he breathed a sigh of relief as she wrapped her fingers around his meat and pulled it out. He lifted his hips so that he could pull his trousers down to his knees.

She was a pretty Goddamned thing. She was looking at his cock like it was something she'd never seen before. He watched her lick her lips nervously. He reached for her hair and tugged her don.

"Suck it, cunt," he said. "I want to feel my prick in your mouth. Get the fucking edge off."

God, it was fine. He felt her soft red lips touch the end of his pecker. He felt her lips open and she took just his sensitive cock-head into her mouth. She began to use her mouth and tongue on his prick. She was no novice at cocksucking. He wondered if Tim and Dirk had been teaching her things.

"Play with my balls," he said.

Her soft, gentle fingers cupped his heavy balls. He groaned as the sensations overwhelmed him. Her fingers caressed his sac while her mouth sucked at his prick. She sure was a sweet-sucking bitch. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her farther down on his cock.

"Get it all in then, baby," he said. "Fill up your fucking mouth with it. Mine isn't the first cock you've ever sucked. You know how to do it."