Hank Borden - Hot virgin niece

He began plunging the thick handle up and down her pussy hole again, this time with hard strokes. Her pussy walls stretched considerably, and her juices squished and popped. Jolts of pain and ripples of bliss raced each other up into her brain. He laughed each time she groaned or gasped.

By now the whip handle was covered with froth. The creamy bubbled also covered the girl's pussy lips. He knew she was very hot on the inside, the heat due more to his skill at torture than anything else. And this gave him a feeling of accomplishment.

With new energy he began to ram the leather cock in and out of his niece's cunt hole. Her cries grew louder as the rough leather scraped against her tender pussy meat and set it afire. He wondered if she would come all over his whip and cover it with cream. What a sight that would be!

"Eeee!" squealed Bobbie Joe, her body twisting and bouncing. "Uncle! Uncle!"

Bobbie Joe, her senses racked by the brutal torture, involuntarily tightened her cunt muscles against the hard leather cock. Seeing this, her uncle began to thrust more viciously, forcing the handle to slide up and down her clinging pussy hole. The increased friction jolted her mercilessly and made her howl.

"Oh, you're a hot one, baby," said Uncle Roy. "But I don't want you to come. I want you to suffer. So enough of this!" He yanked the handle out of her cunt brutally.

"Aaagh!" cried the farm girl, wincing from the pain. If her arms and legs had not been chained, she would have doubled up in agony. As it was, she could only cry out.

Uncle Roy wasn't completely finished with the leather handle, however. He moved up to his niece's head and held the dripping hunk of leather over her mouth, taunting her. Bobbie Joe shook her head and closed her eyes, not wanting anything to do with it. But Uncle Roy was persistent, and she was in no position to resist.

Laughing all the while, Uncle Roy placed the cum-drenched leather cock to his niece's soft lips. She held them closed, but he didn't mind. He simply rubbed the shaft back and forth across her lips, covering them with pussy froth.

Bobbie Joe couldn't even turn her head away, for her uncle held her hair tight in his fist. She was forced to accept the wet shaft as it was placed against her lips. Soon, not only her lips, but her chin, cheeks, and nose as well were covered with pussy juice.

"Hey, little niece," said Uncle Roy, laughing at her appearance. "You look like a kid who's just eaten a bowl of ice cream." He gave her hair a hard yank, just to be mean.

After covering her face with froth, Uncle Roy forced the leather shaft into the girl's mouth. He had to squeeze her cheeks tight to get her to open her mouth, but it wasn't to difficult. He was in complete control.

He pushed the shaft against the roof of her mouth and watched while she licked it clean. Her smacking noises were loud and clear and soon most of the cum juices were down in her belly. He laughed as he pulled the wet shaft back out, once again feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"Damn, baby!" said Uncle Roy. "You're giving me a hard-on. Maybe I should let you take care of me."

Bobbie Joe was all for that. Hell, anything would be better than being whipped or tortured. Besides, she was sure that if she could get her uncle's cock in her pussy, he would lose all interest in wanting to punish her – now or ever.

"Sure, Uncle. I'll take care of you. Just throw that awful whip away first. You don't need it anymore."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said. "I'm not quite through with it yet."

Uncle Roy then lashed out at the girl again, striking the whip against her swollen tits. The numerous leather strands cracked noisily against her hot tit meat, and she bowled in agony. But the chains prevented her from covering up.

"Aaagh!" she cried. "You're hurting meeeee!"

"That's the idea, little niece. You've been a bad girl. You have to be punished."

Again and again the leather strands struck her tender tits and again and again she cried out in pain. She could see the redness spreading over her burning mounds. Her nips throbbed wildly. This was more than she could bear.

"Iiieeee!" she hollered. "Nooooo!"

Ignoring her pleas, Uncle Roy continued to thrash her exposed titties. The many strands struck a dozen or more places at once, leaving a crisscross pattern of long, thin red streaks. Each streak represented pain to Bobbie Joe.

Her tits were knocked about like mounds of gelatin by the slicing strips of leather, so much so that her flesh jiggled all the way down to her belly. She shrieked and sobbed, but there was no relief in sight.

"Nice titties!" said Uncle Roy. "How they must burn! Soon they'll be as red as your ass!"

Uncle Roy did his best to fulfill that promise. His hand rose and fell repeatedly, delivering unbearable pain and misery. He made his niece's big tits swell and throb as boiling blood gushed through them.

The man seemed obsessed with the girl's big tits. He whipped the shit out of them, ignoring her screams and cries for mercy. Her tits were now like huge red melons, her nips like pulsating cherries. He could almost feel the heat from the flames that he knew were blazing inside her.

"Iiieeee!" screamed Bobbie Joe. She jerked about in despair, her movements rattling her chains. She had forgotten all about the pain in her ass.

When he decided that his niece's tits had been punished enough, Uncle Roy ceased the whipping. He then looked down at the whimpering girl, his face showing nothing but contempt. She reminded him of a cowering animal that had just been branded.

"Do you feel better now, little niece? Now that I've put some color in your tits? I think I'll let you take care of me this time."

Now Uncle Roy did toss the whip aside, throwing it across the room directly beneath a set of chains which dangled from the ceiling. Then he began to undress.

He wasted no time in removing his shirt and slacks and shoes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. When he was naked, Bobbie Joe studied his strong, muscular body, her eyes running from his hairy chest, past his hairy groin, down to his hairy legs. Then her eyes came back up and fixed themselves on his long, fat cock and his heavy nuts.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Uncle Roy, grinning.

Bobbie Joe did but she was too frightened to say anything. She stared hungrily at his cock as he climbed up on the bed to join her. She just hoped that he was through hurting her.

Uncle Roy crawled up to his nieces head, lifted one knee, and straddled her thin shoulders. Looking down into her eyes, he worked his hips until his cock was rubbing against her soft lips. She knew what he wanted her to do, and so she opened her mouth, wide to do it.

Uncle Roy, still wearing a wicked grin, thrust his cock down into her open mouth then reached down and grabbed the back of her head. Instead of letting her suck his prick, he began to fuck her mouth. He forced her head up and down off the mattress, not caring how much discomfort he caused her.

"Mmmmfff!" grunted Bobbie Joe. The prick slammed into the roof of her mouth each time her head was yanked up.

Bobbie Joe didn't like this one bit. There was no pleasure in it for her. Her head was aching from the continuous up and down movements and she was forced to breathe through her nose, but even that was restricted by the man's thick cock hair. She felt miserable, even though she had a big cock in her mouth.

"Your mouth is very hot," said her uncle. "I'm going to do my best to fill it with cream."

Uncle Roy, his head thrown back in bliss, yanked her head upwards and thrust his cock downwards simultaneously. He did this again and again, fast and hard, wincing each time his nuts banged into her chin. To him it was fun.

But to Bobbie Joe, whose cheeks were being stretched wide with each thrust, it was murder. Not only was her breathing restricted, but she couldn't even swallow. Thus she found herself choking on the spit that worked up inside her mouth.