Tied up cousin

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 herself to sleep.

The next few days passed as if nothing had happened in the barn. Billy hadn't made many appearances at the table since that fateful night, easing the terror Carol felt whenever she caught sight of him. Her aunt and uncle commented on how hard their son worked in the fields, not coming home until very late. Carol wondered what Billy was doing in the fields and shuddered when various thoughts shot through her mind. Did he and his cronies have other girls, torturing them out there, doing all sorts of weird things to them before letting them go? Something told the young blonde that what had happened to her there in the barn was only a taste of what her cousin was capable of.

Any thoughts she had of leaving were postponed when she learned her mother and father had gone on a vacation to Reno and Lake Tahoe. There could be no way she'd be able to convince her aunt and uncle to let her go to an unattended house in Los Angeles. She'd have to stick it out somehow, clinging to their side, going with them wherever they went, avoiding her cousin like the plague.

And for the next few days Carol's plan seemed to be working. She went with her aunt everywhere during the night and day, refusing to be alone even for an instant with her cousin. Shopping, movies, church meetings, the most boring of socials were everyday events for the blonde teen. Carol would have much preferred running through the rolling beautiful countryside around the small ranch. But thoughts of what might happen when Billy cornered her made her think better of that idea. No, she'd confine herself to helping her aunt and uncle and save the running for another time.

It was the night of the third evening after her initial fuck that Carol's luck ran out. Having finished dinner and after helping her aunt wash the dishes, Carol strolled to the living room and sat near her uncle, feeling it would be another boring night of television watching with the folks. Outside thunder rolled, shaking the windows as a storm threatened the valley. Occasionally, Carol could see the streaks of lightning slice through the black sky, revealing for a second the rolling thunderheads. Wind whistled through the cracks in the doors and windows.

"Martha, get the phone," her uncle said, rolling his cigar between his yellow teeth.

Carol heard her aunt running from the kitchen, pick up the receiver and begin to talk.

"Oh, my God, no! We'll be right over."

"What is it, honey?"

Carol pushed herself forward in the chair, sensing something terrible had happened.

"Tornado… a freak one, hit the north side of town. Come on, Fred, we've got to help," the old woman said quickly, wiping her hands on her apron, then pulling it off and hanging it neatly on a nearby peg.

"I'm going, too," Carol said, standing up as her aunt and uncle raced for the front door.

"No, don't, Carol. It's going to be terrible. Believe me, I've seen these things. You'd be better off staying at home. Just lock all the doors and keep by the phone. And remember, if you hear rumbling, it's a funnel cloud. Go to the fruit cellar just outside and hide there until it's over," her aunt said, comforting her briefly, then turning around and racing for the door.

The young blonde held her hands tightly together in front of her, wishing she could tell her aunt and uncle the real reason for her terror. Where was Billy? They were so concerned about the people in town they failed to tell her where her cousin was. She hadn't seen him since lunch. Was he out in the fields, out with his buddies, perhaps in town buried under rubble?

"Oh, God," she groaned, running to the door and bolting it, then moving quickly to the back and locking the kitchen door. In the living room the television droned on as the storm worsened. There was the sound of the car starting, crunching over the gravel drive, then shifting into high gear as it turned around and headed toward the main highway. Carol sat back down in the chair in front of the TV, holding her hands tightly against her upper arms and listening to the howling wind. Her heart beat so loudly, she could hear it over the news announcer now broadcasting about the disaster that had just bit.

"Oh!"

The blonde jumped from her chair, standing terrified in front of the television screen and listening very carefully. Was there, someone else in the house? There were so many creaks and groans she couldn't tell. Opening her eyes the blonde girl saw it was her cousin!

"Leave me alone!" she cried in terror.

"Shut up and get back in. We're gonna get killed if we stay out here!"

Carol didn't want to go inside. She'd rather take her chances with the storm. Breaking free, she circled Billy, heading for the barn.

"Get her!"

The blonde twisted her head around and saw the young man wasn't alone. The wind let up briefly. Brushing her wet hair from her eyes, Carol saw two other boys racing for her, their arms outstretched, their faces wearing the same smile Billy had.

"Oh, no, no!"

The girl turned around and plodded through the storm toward the barn. Could she find safety there? No, no, she had to go beyond it, keep running, run for town, for the next farm, run anywhere to get away from these brutes. For something told the blonde teen that Billy and his friends would put her through the worst if they ever got their hands on her. Her aunt and uncle would doubtlessly be away for a long time, helping out with the disaster in town. The boys must have seen the car drive away and waited for Carol either to go to bed or race from the house.

"The barn!" Billy cried.

One of the taller boys moved in front of the others, his boots squishing in the mud. Carol heard him getting closer, the sounds of his racing feet drowning out the slackening storm. Then she felt his hands down her back. He missed her once, twice, then finally grabbed onto her.

"Lemme go!" Carol screamed, her feet twisting around one another in the mud while the wind blew her wet hair in ha face.

"A fighter!" the tall, dark-haired young man said, shaking the water from his eyes. He held her tightly, his fingers pressing into her upper arms while his legs knocked hers apart. What was he planning to do, fuck her right there in the storm with rain and hail pelting them both? Carol threw back her head and let out a hellish scream of terror and revulsion. The dress she wore clung to her body wetly.

"Billy said you were a hot little number. Let's see just how hot you are."

The young man pawed the girl's tits, moving one hand up front and ripping the top buttons off her dress. He tore the garment, found her bra strap and pulled. Carol struggled futilely, grunting, clawing, kicking, scratching as best she could while trying to keep her balance on the wet dirt. Then there were more tearing sounds and the bra ripped loose from her body. She was naked from the waist up, her tits swinging free.

"No… no," she whispered, managing to pull one hand up, dragging her fingernails across his cheek.

The young man screamed, jerking back and dropping his hands from Carol's body. The young woman turned, desperate, holding up her torn dress, stumbling forward. But the boy wasn't about to be put off. While Billy and the other friend stood to one side, he lunged forward, grabbing one hand and hauling Carol to the ground.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Stupid slut!" the young man said, holding his cheek as Carol lay in the mud, her hair hanging in front of her eyes while wet dirt covered her legs and part of her belly.

"Hey, Jack, she too much for you?" Billy shouted over the wind.

The dark-haired youth said nothing, reaching down and dragging her by one arm toward the barn. Her heels dug trenches in the mud while the girl still struggled. Carol's heart raced. The wind had increased again, raising gooseflesh all over her body. The damp chill cut to her bones.

Jack dragged her to the doorway of the large old wooden barn, Billy and the other boy following close behind. He dropped her in the dirt. Carol looked up. He was soaked to the skin as she was, his dark blue Levi's clinging to his flesh, revealing a bulge between his legs that promised as much cockmeat as her cousin had.

"Open this fuckin' thing up and let's get goin' on her," Billy said, nodding at the door.

"Oh, no, no!" Carol cried, wiggling desperately.

Jack advanced slowly while Billy and the other boy pushed the door open with a loud rumbling sound. His boots squished in the mud as the girl scooted backward.

"Please, leave me alone, let me go back to the house. I haven't hurt you," the girl whimpered. Rain pelted her, cleaning some of the mud off her legs and arms.

"Don't care. Let's go," Jack said, hauling Carol off the ground and dragging her screaming into the barn.