Carol slowly grew accustomed to the awful act. She sucked and slathered his pistoning cock with spittle, moving her tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock. The knob was so thick, so large, so meaty! Against her will, the teenager was beginning to get into the act more than she would have originally believed.
'Yeah, yeah!' Billy hissed.
Carol dug her teeth into the groove behind his flanged dick-head, flicking her tongue around the arrow- shaped bulb until Billy pulled back with a groan. He plunged back and forth in his cousin's mouth until she thought she'd choke up on her own saliva.
'Suck it harder, bitch.'
Carol did as she was told, sucking as hard as she could. Billy let out a groan, then shoved his dick in again, bouncing the knob off the roof of her mouth. Carol sucked again, almost as hard as before, wondering if he was going to shoot off in her mouth. Oh, dear God, would she be able to take all that it without gagging? Remembering how much, spunk had hot into her cunt-hole before, the young girl was afraid she would drown in her cousin's jizz.
CHAPTER THREE
Billy whimpered, drawing his cock back and glancing down. His rod was slick with his cousin's spit. He shoved it back in, pressing his fingertips hard against the sides of her head. The sensation of her wet cheeks brushing the throbbing flesh of his rod, the feel of her tongue flicking around his cock was driving him crazy.
'Man, feel my asshole. Go on, get your Goddamned hands over to that asshole!'
Carol did as she was told, forgetting all about modesty, about what society would say about this sort of incestuous playing around. She let one finger slide along the perineum toward Billy's shitter. The girl sensed she was hurrying her cousin along toward another orgasm. He was groaning, fucking her mouth while squatting down slightly and letting the girl's finger rim his asshole.
Carol dug her fingers into his buttocks while she moved her other hand over to his balls and stroked the bottom of his swinging nut-sac.
'Oh, yeah, yeah, keep it goin' that way! Man, you're somethin' else,' Billy groaned, pistoning his dick rapidly in and out of her mouth. The young woman didn't have a chance to suck even if she wanted to. The back of her throat was being pounded hard and fast by Billy's cock. All of this was making her dizzy, making her head reel around and around. Her knees scraped over the stubble strewn floor while her head bounced back and forth from the force of her cousin's hammering cock.
'Ummmmmm!'
Carol moved her hand from his balls to his fucking prick. She was fingering and sucking his cock at the same time. Billy was groaning more loudly now. The girl was sucking hard, pushing her tongue against his cock while worming her finger into Billy's shitter. Oh, God, she could feel his ass tensing, a sign that he was going to shoot his wad in her mouth. The muscles all over his body were tensing in expectation.
'Shit fuck! Man, I'm gonna shoot, shootin' your Goddamned fuckin' mouth!'
Carol felt him digging his fingernails hard into her scalp. His breath was coming in short, shallow gasps while sweat streaked his face and chest. His cock slammed in and out so hard, Carol's mouth hurt from the friction of the mouth-fucking.
He was crying out something unintelligible, his legs shaking with growing tension. Spittle and jizz oozed from the corners of the girl's stretched mouth. At times, Billy held his groin hard against her face, shoving his dick in so far the girl could feel it pushing against the back of her throat and then slowly sliding down toward her belly. It was then Carol couldn't breathe. Even the passages leading from her nose to her lungs seemed blocked. She clawed at the big man's thighs with one hand, gagging, choking, groaning loudly as she could to relate to her cousin how desperate she was.
Then Billy finally relaxed, slowly pulling his cock back and giving his cousin a chance to catch her breath.
'Man, cum, cum!'
Billy sounded frantic as he pumped in her mouth. Gum, spurt after spurt of it, shot down into her throat. Then he slowed down, giving the girl a second's rest.
'Man, oh, man,' he gasped while he caressed the sides of Carol's head. Then his mouth-fucking resumed its intensity, the girl had thought his climax was over. But he surprised her by coming back with an even greater force. There was more pumping, more jizz shooting into her mouth before he was finished. With a sigh of sexual relief, the young man pulled his softening cock from her lips. Carol rolled her eyes up and saw how he was grinning down at her. She held her belly and turned to one side, spitting out the mixture of spit and cum onto the dirt. Oh, she almost felt like vomiting. What a sick thing she'd done… and with her own cousin.
Billy scratched his right temple and stared down at the still kneeling young woman.
'Man, you were somethin' else. I mean, for a bitch who ain't done this kinda thing before, you were somethin' else. Gotta keep you around for a long time.'
Carol didn't comment. She just hoped this would be enough to satisfy the young man's incredible sexual appetite. After he left, she'd have to think about leaving. No, she couldn't stay under the same roof with her cousin for another day. God only knows what he'd try the next time his mother and father left the two of them alone.
'Gotta get some rest far tomorrow. Get dressed and get back to the house. And remember, keep your mouth shut,' he said, pointing a warning finger at Carol. The girl was too tired, too terrified to do anything but nod her head up and down.
She still knelt there, holding her breath until she heard her cousin's footsteps fade away. When she hard the front screen door of the barn open and slam shut, the girl sighed with relief. She fell back, rolling onto her belly. She wanted to cry, to scream, to shout out to the world what had happened to her that evening. She'd been raped in the cunt and mouth. In a way, Carol expected the sky to fall down, for thunder to roll through the valley. But nothing happened. She could hear the crickets outside chirping merrily. Occasionally, the hooting of a white owl broke the relative silence of the nighttime. No, it was all peaceful. Above her the stars winked while a soft breeze rustled the tall grass growing on both sides of the barn. Raped. Sodomized. And nothing happened.
'Ohhhhh, no.' Carol groaned. She could feel the tears welling up hotly in her eyes. Yes, she was going to cry, going to let it all out. Not only had she been raped, but she had actually enjoyed it, encouraged her own cousin to practice his brutal kind of sexuality on her without complaining. He knew it and was going to exploit her feelings to the limit if she didn't run from this place soon.
Lying in the hay, the girl softly cried herself to sleep, wondering what to do.
Something during the night she awoke, pulling herself up from the pile of hay she'd been sleeping on and wondering what her aunt and uncle would say about her coming in so late. Straw clung to her arms and legs, and was tangled in her hair. She was a mess. Standing up a little unsteadily, Carol brushed the loose hay from her dress and made her way out of the barn toward the main house. The car still wasn't there. She saw a light burning in her cousin's window and drew in a sharp breath. Could she enter the same building that Billy occupied?
Would he try anything further with her?
No, she didn't think so. He was too tired, too exhausted, too spent. Slowly, Carol made her way into the darkened house, walking quietly up the stairs to the second floor, feeling as if she were taking the weight of the world up with her. Fucked, raped. Those words raced through her mind as she walked down the narrow hall to her room. A band of light appeared under Billy's door. She felt herself walking on tip-toe, hoping he wouldn't hear her.
'Hey, baby!'
The door shot open and Billy appeared in the doorway, stark naked, his semi-rigid cock in his hand while he leaned against the doorway. Carol jumped with a loud scream, hitting the other wall of the hall.
'Don't… touch me,' she said in a soft whisper, terror creeping over her. Keeping both eyes fastened on the young man, she slid along the wall until she felt her doorknob. Only when she had slipped the bolt on her door did the girl feel safe. Oh, God, safe, safe here? Her cousin could break the door down, rape her again in her own room. Confused, terrified, Carol stumbled to her bed and fell down, curling up in a tight fetal position and sobbing
