Jason Cannon - The farmer_s daughter

She stood as though dead, deaf and dumb to everything except what she was staring at through the window. Rafer, her Rafer, was hunched down between Rosebud's wide-spread thighs, eating her grinding cunt as though he had gone stark-raving mad.

"You sure like to suck and fuck women don't you, Rafer honey?" Rosebud said, a leering grin on her face as she used her hands to ram the boy's face harder and harder against her gyrating cunt.

"I sure do," Rafer replied, his mouth full of flesh and hair.

"I'll bet you like it with all women… don't you? You suck and fuck any cunt you can find."

"I love pussy," he said. "Any pussy."

Rafer's words, as he gluttonously sucked on her sister's enormous, yawning cunt, stung Alma to the core. He was openly admitting that there was nothing special about Alma's pussy or their love.

She watched as the orgy before her became practically a fixation, one that she couldn't pull her eyes away from. Rafer sucked and tasted, with relish, the musky secretions from Rosebud's insanely demanding cunt. He rammed his chin and his tongue deeper and deeper inside the clasping walls of Rosebud's quivering pussy while his hands boldly and lovingly roamed up and down the warm satin skin of her long shapely thighs, then up and around the smoothly curved asscheeks before reaching her small, ripe tits.

Rosebud's fingers played with his ears and then her hands frantically plunged into his hair, turning and tangling as they pulled his laboring mouth ever deeper into her heated cunt. He was turning Rosebud on every bit as much, and with as much passion, as he had ever turned Alma on. The big girl was crying a ragged moan of ever-increasing urgency with each hot flick and stab of Rafer's hotly teasing tongue.

Alma Mae could almost feel that tongue splitting her own cuntlips, but the feeling was one of pain and remorse rather than passion or release.

Rosebud threw her head back and the long, white line of her throat erupted in a raucous laugh. "You almost got me comin', lover boy… you want to fuck me now?"

"Yes… oh shit, I sure do!" Rafer said, the girl's cunt juices dribbling off his slobbering chin.

"How'd you like to fuck me right in the ass, Rafer honey. I mean pour that big cock of yours right up my shit hole and cream my bowels good?"

"Yes… yes, I'd like that. You'd let me do that to ya?"

"Then you gotta let me do what I said before."

"No… no, I couldn't do that."

"Yes you can, you fucker," Rosebud said, her voice commanding. "You want my ass or not?"

Rafer paused, his eyes almost watering with tears of desire. "All right," he nodded.

Alma Mae was being torn apart inside. He had never begged her to allow him her body. Now, here he was being reduced to a slobbering, begging mass of unthinking flesh by Rosebud, whom he hardly knew.

Rosebud took the same rubber cock from her bag that Alma had seen Gussie use on Able. She attached it to herself and turned Rafer over until he half lay across a table. His asscheeks gleamed in front of the rubber prick.

"It's gonna hurt like hell, Rafer," Rosebud said, glowing with the anticipation of inflicting pain. "But your cock will hurt me the same way. You still want it?"

Rafer nodded in silence.

"Then tell me so!"

"I want it," he said. "I want you to fuck me in the ass so I can fuck you in the ass."

His gleaming young asscheeks were being pulled back toward the bobbing, thick rubber cock. Rosebud grinned as she kneeled in closer behind him and spread the knees in front of her own. She grasped the heavy, thickly ridged cock and pressed its huge, ugly head to the puckered little opening. She laughed as she heard Rafer gasp.

"Oh shit… no, I can't take it!" he shouted as he felt the prodding cock against the edges of his asshole. He bit his lip as the pressure increased and the driving tip tried to invade his shit chute.

"Take it… take it, you son-of-a-bitch!" Rosebud screamed.

She drove harder, sensing the tight little opening beginning to give as the massive cock pressed deeper and harder. With a loud cry of victory Rosebud lunged forward, driving the hard rubber cock far up into the depths of Rafer's unwilling ass. She paid no heed to his cries of pain as she ground away inch by inch. Soon the huge prick was buried to the hilt.

The more and the louder Rafer objected the harder Rosebud fucked. She plunged the big cock in, then out, fucking the blood-stained hole relentlessly.

Rarer was bucking back and forth with all the strength in his body, shouting all the time. But still, Alma noticed, he didn't try to escape. The lure of eventually fucking Rosebud the same way was just too much.

Alma Mae couldn't take it any more. She spotted a broken chair on the ground next to her perch. She stepped down, picked up the chair and, in one, long, swinging motion hurled it through the window. Quickly she stepped back up and stared at the result.

Rafer looked up, saw her, and immediately his face turned as red as the blood staining the cheeks of his ass. He jumped forward, pushing the table with him. The rubber cock came out of his asshole with a slurping sound and Rosebud calmly walked to her purse and took out a cigarette.

"You pig… you bastard prick pig! You couldn't wait for me, could you?" Alma Mae screamed, her face a tortured mass of hate and loathing.

"Alma… Alma Mae, honey," he said, foolishly trying to cover himself with some old feed sacks from the floor.

"You bastard!" she continued, her voice rising even higher in pitch and intensity. "What were you going to do? Fuck her in the ass and then wait for me to come along and stick your shifty prick in my cunt?"

"No, Alma… I swear…"

"Bullshit! Or maybe you were going to have me suck your cock, huh? Was that it? Did you think I'd clean it off good for you?"

"No, Alma… I love you!" he cried, and started toward the window.

"You love me!" she hissed. "You love cunt! That's all you love… any cunt. I heard you say it. Well, fuck you, Rafer Clooney, fuck you!"

"I love you, I tell ya! She's just a piece of ass."

"So are you," Alma replied. "Go ahead, Rosebud! Fuck him! That's all he's good for!"

She stumbled from the window and ran out into the yard.

Behind her she could hear Rafer's voice crying out for her. "I love you, Alma! Nobody else! I swear it! I love you… I love you!"

"It's true… it's all true. Men are all alike. And why not be just like them," Alma mumbled to herself as she ran, tears streaming from her eyes.

The low-hanging branches and prickly bushes tore at her blouse and skirt as she ran down the hill as fast as her legs and gravity could carry her. She was almost at the bridge when she stumbled and fell into a thorny hedge. She pulled herself to her feet but she couldn't move. Her skirt was caught. She tugged with her hands but it wouldn't come loose. Then she wrenched her whole body and the skirt shredded like paper from her body. She looked down to find herself clad only in bikini panties from the waist down. And they were torn from the thorns.

But she was free, and without a skirt she could move even faster away from the cabin and Rafer. She ran on, vaguely hearing the sound of her running feet change as she hit, and crossed, the bridge.

On the other side she thought for only a second of turning left, back to the picnic grounds. Quickly she rejected the idea and, instead, turned right and plunged into more bushes along the riverbank.

As she ran she could feel them tearing away at what was left of her blouse and panties. The thought flashed through her mind that soon she would be totally naked, her tits and ass saucily bouncing for all to see.

She didn't care.

She kept running, harder and harder, until, at last, she tripped over a partially concealed log in the path and fell headlong through a maze of undergrowth. She tumbled down the bank and came to a stop in a grassy clearing just short of the water.