Paul Gable - Aunt Sharon enslaved

She nodded, her throat tightening while her chest burned with excitement. Opening her jaw even farther. Diane felt her cousin's cock come to rest on the pointy tip of her tongue. Billy sighed for a second, his hands pressing hard again the sides of her head. Then he bent his knees and moved in, his cock sliding over the top of her tongue and down into her moth?

At first Diane did nothing. If he wanted to fuck her face he could dolt on his own. But Billy began ordering her to do certain things – to suck, to wriggle her tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock, to her teeth up from the thick-veined meat. She couldn't disobey him, or he would hurt her again. Soon she started bobbing her head back and forth, spit oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, her nose flattening again and again against Billy's hairy groin. She could fed the slap of his heavy balls against her chin at times while the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum washed over her tongue and teeth.

He held her hard against his lower belly now, his fingers scratching behind her ears while his cock-head pushed past her tonsils and edged down her throat. Diane's nose and eyes burned while her head swam. She couldn't breathe! His cock-head was blocking her air passage, making her lungs burn while she coughed for oxygen! His balls pillowed up against her chin while his cock throbbed up and down against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks.

Diane struggled, her muscles bulging as she tried to work her mouth free of his cock. But Billy only laughed at her desperate moves, holding onto her, rodding her throat again and again until the teen thought she would choke to death.

Relenting, he pulled back, giving his cock a few rapid hunches before returning to the long, steady fucking movements that made his cockhead drool out more and more jizz. In a moment she could hear her cousin groaning, feel his knees trembling and grabbing at her skull. She knew he was going to shoot. She could taste more and more of the pre-cum oozing from his slot while his balls pressed up hard against his groin.

He pulled back, the two spongy lobes of his cock-head resting on her bottom lip turned her on the way it had. There was a mild pulsing between her thighs, an indication of something stronger that would surely follow if this were to keep up.

"You're a mess," he said, smoothing his fingers over her lips and laughing at her. "You've been lickin' boots and suckin' cock. Looks like you gotta get washed off. We wash the pigs off back there," he said, jerking his head in the direction of the new barn. "Can't see why I can't scrub you down the same way here."

"No, Billy."

Her voice sounded funny, her throat still coated with his jizz. Pulling her up, Billy pushed her outside, twisting her around and shoving her down the small incline to the back of the barn. There behind the newly painted building was a small corral, now empty. The wooden railing had collapsed in places, but by and large remained in tact. The surface was muddy.

"Go over there," Billy said with a sweeping hand gesture, indicating one portion of the fence that had collapsed to the ground.

Diane picked her way carefully through the dirt. She felt filthy. Her mouth was still cummy while the memory of those shit-caked boots burned through her mind. She watched as he attached two long green garden hoses at the base of the barn floor. She stared at him as if through a long tunnel, her eyes narrowing as Billy straightened the hose, then kicked the coiled end away from him. He was pointing the long nozzle at her like a gun. In another moment another blast of hot, scalding water smashed into her. She opened her mouth in surprise, stumbling back from the force of the blow. It was as if he had hit her in the belly with a doubled fist!

"Oh!"

Diane fell back, her tits jiggling against one another, her feet slipping in the wet dirt. She banged her wrists hard against the wooden fence, the splinters cutting into her flesh as she struggled for balance. Diane shouted out at her cousin, begging him to stop. But the water played around her ankles, knocking her feet back. He was purposely trying to upend her!

Next the water splashed over her throat, the droplets blinding her, spattering into her mouth and nostrils and nearly drowning her. Screaming, the girl turned her head and found herself staggering into the filthy pen. Billy followed, playing the hot scalding water over her flesh until it reddened with the heat and friction. Diane stumbled around in the thickening mud, the ooze pulling at her ankles like bands.

She tried running to the other side of the pen, keeping her back to her cousin. Her thighs shivered with her moves while her slick hair tangled around her throat. With wide eyes, the girl searched for some escape, tugging at the iron bands still keeping her wrists bound together. She fell when Billy brought the spray back down to her ankles a second time, sending her pitching face-first into the mud.

Diane wrestled herself free of the filthy ooze, shaking the slime from her body. Trying to stand up was an effort. Diane strained every muscle she had, grunting as Billy kicked the hose behind him and shot water right in front of her. The resulting mud spray smashed into her face and, chest.

Diane screamed, feeling the muck invading her cunt and asshole. It was a nightmare. The filth made her retch as she kicked back, looking around her and seeing the nearby wooden fence. She could use that to help herself to her feet? Half swimming, half sliding, Diane pulled herself through the cloying filth to the fence, her hair caught on the splinters and pieces of barbed wire still attached to the poles. Billy kept on spattering her with water and mud, laughing loudly as she wriggled her slime-covered body up against the poles until she was finally on her feet.

"You bastard!" she screamed.

In a second, Diane was rewarded with a harsh strewn of water over her tits and belly. In a way she was grateful for the attack, feeling the mud and muck being sprayed off her flesh. Glancing to the side, she spotted another opening in the fence. Escape! Diane edged her way along the fence, concentrating on every heavy move, doing her best to remain upright.

But Billy saw what she was thinking of and brought the stream once more down to her ankles. Diane screamed in anger and frustration. She fell heavily on the mud once more. Cursing her cousin, Diane tried to struggle to her feet. But Diane felt the water hammering against her crotch. The water hit like a tiny pin on her swollen, sensitive flesh, making her mouth drop open at the rush of prickly heat swelling between her thighs. Diane doubled up, a groan escaping from her throat as that blast of erotic sensation paralyzed her.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Like it, eh baby? You like gettin' scrubbed down by ol Billy? Just like the hogs."

She glared at him, spitting at her cousin, getting a blast in the face for her efforts. Pressing her spine against the wooden fence pole yet again, Diane braced her heels into the soft dirt, trying to get to her feet. She could smell the pungent odor of stale shit and piss all around her. Diane gagged at the smell, fighting to get out from the mess.

"Ohhhh!"

She fell back into the muck. Billy shot water up between her thighs, playing the water up into her cunt, making the cunt-lips flutter against one another. Diane screamed, her legs drumming against the ground. He was purposely tormenting her, playing her like an instrument, pushing her up to excitement then letting her go while she rolled around in the filthy. Oh, how she loathed him! And yet… and yet here was that feeling in her crotch that needed Billy. What, oh what, was she to do?

The mud once again was washed away, leaving her squeaky clean for the moment as she slithered through the filth toward the opening in the fence she had spotted earlier.