Paul Gable - Aunt Sharon enslaved

"Ohhh, God, give me strength," she whispered.

Diane gasped, her body sliding a little closer to the opening. Perhaps she would be able to catch her footing and run for it, hiding in the woods until dark. Her flesh reddened as the roaring water massaged her skin. Billy stepped around a little farther, keeping her in line with the spray. Diane tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was no chance in escaping from her cousin. She was being mired in the mud, twisting against the filthy and finding it more and more difficult to move. All the muscles in her shapely body were working, but to little avail.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Billy was up next to her, blasting the water against her tits. Her nipples stiffened, driving into the firm flesh. She could feel the whole heavy mass of each round tit aching with lust. Ohhh, what that filthy pig was doing to her with water! Diane shook her head violently as it she could push out those lascivious feelings in her crotch. It was impossible. Her mind exploded again and again with lust.

She panted as much from excitement as from the bottle with the rushing water. Pushing back, Diane braced her spine against the fence pole. She turned her head to one side at breathed in long, raspy breaths. The spray cleaned the shit and mud from her once again, bringing her tits up against her chin. Billy laughed loudly, letting her know he was enjoying her filthy humiliation immensely. Again the girl tried to muster the strength and courage to spit at him. But the water blasted against her cheek, sending her crashing back into the filth.

"Billy, no more! God, no more!" Diane shrieked, kicking her heels into the mud.

The metal bands cut into her wrists, drawing blood from her flesh. The girl sobbed, rolling onto her back in defeat. The shame of feeling herself crawl around naked in the mad and shit made her want to give up. Her defiance of her cousin and his power faded under her rising sexual heat. She lay on her back, weeping while Billy played the water from her tits to her aunt.

She jerks her knees up at times, letting them fall slowly back to the filth while the incredibly heavy rush of hot water on her clit and cunthole made the girl's hips rise and fall in a fucking movement. Diane cried out in a mixture of pain and shame, letting her upraised knees spread more widely apart. She was a whore. Look at what she was doing, lying in a bed of murky filth, letting her own cousin fuck her with a garden hose! The thought made her let out a sharp, hysterical laugh.

"Funny, eh, babe? Yeah, that's the way, laugh it off!"

She rolled her hips from side to side, feeling the warm mud oozing into her ass-crack. She wanted to put her hands over her cunt. But the bands remained firm, working against the blood oozing from her wounds. Billy played the water now over her tits, while the nipples ached and throbbed in time with the beating of her clit. The water filled her nostrils and mouth, making Diane cough and gag.

She couldn't bide the lascivious heat rising in her pussy from her cousin. She gnawed on her lower lip, feeling herself rushing up to climax. Yes, rutting there in that open pool of filth, she was going to cum, cum right there in front of her cousin. Again Diane laughed, feeling the mud and slit working its way into her asshole as she rolled her ass and hips up against the water.

No, it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off like a firecracker. She could feel the unmistakable tension building in her crotch, that hot, itchy ache sharpening to a pinpoint of delight. Diane closed her eyes and lay there flat, hoping Billy would stop when she started to cum. God only knows what would happen to her if those sensations were to continue while she hit her climax.

"Hhhhhhhh!"

It was whorish to do what she was doing, but Diane couldn't help herself. She twisted her hips, actually looking for the center of the stream. The lascivious feelings between her legs grew, sharpening as the water beat at her clit. Diane rolled onto her belly, then rolled back onto her spine, her legs striking the wooden poles. The girl was weak with her own arousal.

Lying there in the bed of shitty mud, Diane wallowed like a pig in rut, wanting to have that stream fuck her all the way. Yes, yes, it was a good if not better than a good hard cock fucking her. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.

Knowing what she was about, Billy swept the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. Billy was taking careful aim with the hose, his movements adding to the lusty rush of feelings all through the girl's body.

"Oh!"

Diane let out another sharp cry, feeling the water blast across her rippling belly and back onto her tits. Diane felt the stream toying with her nipples longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up against her chin. The full under swells of her tits throbbed against the onslaught while her cunt throbbed on the brink of climax.

"Noooooo!"

He moved back down to her cunt again, this time the blast of scalding water opening the flesh around her clit. Ohhh, how good that felt! It felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cunt-mound. She felt the tiny muscles knotting up in tension as she hunched hard back against the fucking water.

She could have cried with frustration. Billy played the hose now between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. The water bounced from the filthy mud to slick down the undersides of her white, shivering thighs, then slashed back and forth across her ass-cheeks. Diane levered her ass up, putting her fingers into the mud and pushing her ass up. She was spreading herself for the water, feeling the thrill of the splashing streams against her shitter. Oh yes, yes, it was there, just out of reach. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last tiny bit of hot delight that would push her over the edge.

It was the surprise of her life. Now Diane knew what that other hose was for. Billy had dropped the hot water for the moment, picking up the other and turning on the second spigot. Now a blast of icy water hit her cunt dead center, the hot stream blasting into her face.

The girl felt her cunt clinch like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping of her pussywalls as they clamped down on thin air. The girl screamed, wallowing her shoulder blades against the filthy mud while her legs beat in frustration. She had nearly cum! She had nearly brought herself off when Billy had done this to her!

"Like that, baby? Just a little surprise, something to keep you goin'."

"No, no, noooo!"

The icy stream seemed to spray oven harder than the hot one. Both of them played over her twisting body, the cold one always going back to her cunt. Diane couldn't believe how much her climax had increased, how long the clenching of all her muscles lasted. The freezing water immobilized her cunt for a while, holding it at the unbearable height of each pulse for seconds at a time.

When the water blasted across her tits, Diane thought the cold would strangle her. She fought with all her strength to grab short breaths. Her chest spasmed, tightening against the chill of the second hose. She could hear Billy laughing once more. But now she didn't care what he did. She only needed that climax, that wonderful cum that was slowly tearing her body apart. AU the girl wanted was to have those powerful streams.

"Come on, baby, come on and fuck it out, come on and fuck it out against the water, Diane," Billy shouted.

She wanted to shout back at him. But her voice was gone. She could barely grunt while the water sprayed and sucked against her. The water and gut wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let her do anything else. She writhed in the filth, agonized by the onslaught against her nerves. The sound of the water drowned out his laughter and cursing. She rolled ever, feeling the twin streams blasting against the spasming ring of her shitter.