Chapter 4
For over a week now, Bart Jackson had been unable to stop thinking about his lovely blonde cousin. From the moment he had first seen her full sensuous tits and curved little ass at the bus station, he had been in a constant state of excitement, wanting to fuck her. She had the body of a grown woman and she oozed with sex appeal. It had taken all his self control to fight the sexual urges he felt every time he got near her. He suspected that maybe she and Donald had been playing around, but he seriously doubted that they were fucking. Donald had just wanted him to think that he was a big shot, and that was why he had finally admitted that he had taken her cherry.
In the beginning, Barbara had been friendly to all of them, but ever since he had caught the two kids sneaking down the ladder from the hay loft and accused them, she had avoided him like the plague. Bart tried to tell her that he was sorry, but the angry blonde girl would not even talk to him. Last night at the dinner table when he had tried to ask her about Los Angeles, she looked at him as if she hated him. Afterwards, he had asked his mother what he could do to make Barbara feel more at home. Lena had explained to him that the child was still grieving over her parents and that it would take time.
But Bart didn't want to wait ... he had to get her flat on her back.
Now, as he got out of bed and dressed, Bart raked his mind for an excuse to be alone with her. Today was the day that Donald had to go to the dentist, and his mom and dad were going into the city to do some shopping. It would be nice if the sweet little bitch would stay at home! Maybe he could think of something!
Brightened by the prospects, Bart whistled as he hurried to the hallway. When he entered the kitchen, he saw that Barbara was already up and having breakfast.
"My ... my ... you're early this morning," he said, surprised.
"I'm going to the city with Aunt Lena and Uncle Les."
"Why? That won't be any fun for you.
Riverdale is nothing compared to Los Angeles, it's just a funky little town."
"He's right, honey," Lena said. "It is big compared to Bennington, and we have a lot more places to shop there, but you won't think it's anything special!"
"I don't want to stay here by myself," she said quietly.
"I'm not going," Bart smiled, and then saw her trembling hands. "Want to watch me break a horse?"
"I want her to come with me," Donald said, pouting.
"Don't be selfish, son," Les Jackson said, "Think about Barbara. Bart's right. She won't have any fun, and we can't entertain her."
"That's all right, Uncle Les. I don't mind. I'd like to go into town."
"Don't you think you'd have more fun seeing the horses?"
"I don't know ... the only ones I ever saw were at a rodeo Daddy took me to see."
"Those horses are really wild! None of them have been broken yet," Les grinned at the lovely girl. The older man figured she was just about the most exciting thing he had seen close-up, in a long time. He loved to watch her sashaying around the farm with her short pants on, showing off her little tight ass. Tearing his eyes away now from her bulging blouse, he added, "Bart has to see about them today.
We have some young colts and fillies to check on."
"Does he really ride wild horses?" she asked, unable to hide either her curiosity or growing excitement.
"Yes! Sure do," Bart chuckled. "They buck and snort, and try to throw me off, but I ride em anyway."
"You don't ever fall off?" she questioned, warming to his pleasant smile.
"Nope! I'm a real good bronc-rider. One of the best."
"He's lying," Donald said. "I saw him get bucked off a hundred times."
"Now, Donald. Don't be rude," Lena scolded. "Well, I have!"
"He is good, Barbara," her uncle added. "Breaks all our horses, even if it does take him longer with some." Les grinned at his oldest son and then chuckled, "The boy's got more spirit than the horses."
"You won't like it," Donald said as he turned toward Barbara, staring into her widened eyes, trying to warn her that she might get in trouble if she went along with Bart.
"I won't?" Barbara asked.
"Don't listen to him, Barbara," Lena smiled. "He's just jealous. He's had you all to himself for over a week now. I think he doesn't want to share you."
"Aw Mom!" the teenage boy said disgustedly.
"Would you like to go with Bart?" Les asked.
"I ... it would be more exciting than going to the city, but if you don't think I should ... "
"That wasn't what I was thinking. Actually, I believe it would be better for you to stay here. It'll be a long day, and Donald won't feel like going to the movies with you ... after he goes to the dentist."
Barbara stared at her young cousin, but he avoided her eyes. Momentarily she thought about what to do, and then her face lit with excitement as she remembered the fun of going to a rodeo with her father a long time ago. She had gotten so excited at the wild bronc riding and the steer breaking contests that she had jumped and shouted with joy. Besides, now that she thought about it, she certainly didn't look forward to walking all day in a hick Iowa city.
"I think I'd like to go with Bart, if you're sure it's okay," she said to her uncle, all thoughts of the other boy's lewd accusations vanishing with excitement.
"Good! You can pack a lunch for both of you, and take it along," her uncle answered.
"Is it all right with you, Donald?" she asked hesitantly.
'Sure! Why not? You don't want to go to the old dentist with me. It's gonna hurt like hell."
"Watch your tongue, young man," Lena said firmly.
Les Jackson pushed his chair back from the table and said, "Then it's all decided. We'll see you when we get back. Let's go, Ma, we got a busy day ahead of us."
Barbara went to the station wagon with her aunt and uncle and Donald, and waited until they were in the car and Uncle Les had started the engine. Then she moved to the back window where her cousin was sitting and said, "I wish you were coming with me."
"Me too! Don't get in the pasture with the horses. They might hurt you! And watch out for Bart," he yelled as they drove away.
Barbara frowned as she watched the station wagon until she couldn't see it any longer, then she turned and slowly moved back to the house to make a picnic lunch. Just as she was going back upstairs to change her clothes, she heard Bart calling her from the front room, "Hey Barbara. Are you ready?"
"In a minute! Im gonna put on a pair of jeans. My legs might get scratched in shorts," she said.
Bart stared at her polyester knit shorts and her unfettered breasts under the matching blouse, and his lewd excitement increased. Christ, if he let her go into the house to change, she might put on a brassiere and a pair of Levis with a built-in chastity belt. Quickly then, he said, "You don't need to change. You won't be anywhere but the pick-up, and the area around the corral is flat and clean." He took her firmly by the arm and led her to the pick-up, forcing his eyes away from her sensuously bouncing breasts and the movement of her ass cheeks under the tight blue shorts.
Fifteen minutes later, Barbara and Bart were driving down a country lane in the pickup truck. When they turned and cut across and open field, she asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm taking a short cut."
"But ... won't you get stuck?"
"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing," he said reassuringly. He kept turning to look at her beautiful body with the shorts so tight that he could almost see the narrow slit of her pussy. It was easy to tell that she had nothing on under the blouse, and he was almost convinced that she wasn't wearing panties either.
"How far is it?" she asked anxiously, bounding round in the truck like a puppet doll. "Kinda rough, huh?"
"Sure is! My head hit the top of the truck that time."
"See that fence over there?"
"Right there?" she asked, following his pointing finger.
"Yeah ... we're almost there." Her excitement began to build again as she saw the horses in the distance; they were drinking from a water trough. As they came closer to the corral, the teenaged girl was astounded to see so many horses in the outlying pasture. There must be at least ten! A couple of them had babies sucking at their mother's breasts. A stallion raced around, snorting as if he were protecting the mares from the half dozen colts who looked too young to be broken. She smiled in excited anticipation as Bart got out of the truck and took his lasso with him.
"You better stay in here until I get the big one in the training corral," he said masterfully. "Then, you can get out and watch me ride him."
"The big horse?"
"Sure! Why not?"
"He looks awful mean."
"I can handle him," he said confidently, lewdly gazing at her curvaceous body. Christ! He'd much rather ride her! She would probably be just as wild as the stallion. And, by God, he was going to try and find out for sure before the day ended.
Barbara watched him strut across the ground toward the pasture fence and then leap over it as though it were nothing. He put a sack of oats in a big trough and called to the horses in a strange sound that she had never heard before. Then, he took the lasso, made a loop, and quickly threw it over the stallion's neck and pulled in tight.
She saw the mares scatter, and the stallion tore at the ground with his hooves, lifting up on his rear legs in an effort to escape the rope. Bart held tight until the snorting horse quieted, gently talking to the handsome red horse. She listened to his soft urgings and wondered why she had ever feared her older cousin. If he was gentle with horses, he would be kind to people.
When Bart edged up to the stallion, Barbara started to get out of the truck, but stopped when she saw the big horse jerk in panic, pawing at the air, seemingly trying to stomp the man in the ground.
"Whoa! Whoa there boy! Easy now ... shhhhhh ... I won't hurt you," her older cousin soothed the frightened animal as he led him into the fenced corral. "I won't hurt you! Be easy! Whoa, boy! Whoa!"
Once horse and man were in the corral, Barbara ran to the fence and stared in at the beautiful red horse! He was so big ... and his coat was shining like gold. Bart threw a saddle blanket and a saddle over his back and strapped it down tightly. The reins and bit came next, causing the stallion to roll his eyes nervously and fight some more.
It was really odd she thought, how Bart had mastered the animal. Why the stallion was just standing there now, trembling and rolling his eyes as if he were afraid of the man. And Bart had done it! She stared in awe as her cousin swung up on the stallion's back with one swift jump.
Then, she gave a little scream as all hell broke loose. The angry animal bucked and jerked double, lifting all four feet off the ground, and snorting like a tiger caught in a trap. It was the most frightening thing she had ever seen, and she darted away backwards from the fence. The vicious movements of the big horse scared her out of her wits, and she didn't want to be close enough for him to bite her.
Bart was bounced and thrown about like a rag doll, but he held on as the horse continued to convulse. Then, only minutes later, he was riding the stallion around the corral in a steady trot, and the big horse seemed to be very calm as he began cantering in front of her.
"Is it that easy?" she asked, climbing up on the fence.
"Sure! Nothing to it."
"I really thought he might kill you at first, but you're a good rider, Bart."
"I really don't deserve that much credit," the older youth smiled. "I was only teasing you about him never having been ridden. It's just that he's been out to pasture for a long time, and he's always like this the first time."
"I believed you!"
"That's because you're a city girl," he chuckled. "A girl who has lived in the country all her life would have known better."
"I'll learn!"
"I'll check out the foals. Then we'll go down to the creek and have our lunch where it's cool."
"Can we wade?"
"Sure! We'll stay there all day if you want to," he said, unexpectedly hugging her against him. He felt the warmth of her young body resisting him momentarily, so he released her, even though his restless cock was stirring in anticipation.
Barbara stood at the fence and saw him gentling the mares as he walked amongst them with ease, patting each of them on the side and crooning to them. The cute teenager was fascinated by the healthy looking horses and-lost in a reverie of contentment-sat down on the ground, thankful that she had come with Bart today. Suddenly, the older boy was standing beside her, saying, "Are you ready?"
"Oh! Yes! I was daydreaming."
"About something good?"
"I was just thinking about how beautiful it is with all the things growing. I never really thought about it before I came here to live."
"That's what life is all about. Horses breed, foal, the babies grow up, then they breed again. It becomes a cycle of life. Plants grow, ripen, and we harvest. Then, we plant all over again. It's all the same with every form of living thing," he explained, a strange look of mystery etched on his face. But as she stared at his face, his expression changed subtlely, and he said, "Like people. My mom and dad make love and have me ... then I do the same thing with a woman and have children of my own."
"You're a very strange person, Bart. I didn't know that you thought about things like that."
"Why? Did you think I was a monster?"
"No! I just thought you had a mean streak," she dimpled. "You can be awful bad to Donald."
"I tease him a lot, but actually we're quite close. We used to talk a lot, but now he doesn't have time for me. He has you!"
"He's not very lucky with me."
"I think so," Bart said sweetly. "I wish I was your age."
"Really? I thought you didn't like me."
"Well I do ... too much. You turn me on!" the older youth said quietly, his eyes slitting in lust. "You're the prettiest little thing in Iowa."
"I'm not either," she said as she blushed.
Barbara let him lead her toward the truck, quietly studying his changing expressions. When they were seated in the truck, he asked, "Are you going to be happy living on a farm?"
"I don't know! I guess so. I don't really have a choice."
"I hope so. It's nice having you around to look at." He grinned and then changed the subject. "Let's go listen to the water. There's a spot in the creek where you can hear it gurgling over the rocks. It's so loud that you can imagine that you're listening to the rapids.
"Great! Let's go!" As they drove along, Bart started singing and she joined him, enjoying his company, all thought of fearing him had evaporated.
"Here we are," he said as he pulled the truck into a copse of trees, and stopped at the edge of the creek bank. "Can you hear the water?"
"Yes! I like it! Let's go wading."
"Okay ... we can take our clothes off."
"No ... I don't want to do that!"
"Why not? No one can see us."
"I've never taken my clothes off around boys. I don't want you to see me," she giggled, as she saw his funny expression.
"You're not really telling me the truth," he said as he got out of the truck. "What do you mean?" Barbara asked. "Come on! You know you took your clothes off with Donald," he chuckled.
"No," she gasped, wondering how he knew. "I don't care, Barbara. There's nothing wrong with it, but Donald told me that he fucked you in the hay loft."
"What? Why ... why he did not!"
"I don't care whether he did or not," Bart said casually-but he did not feel calm inside. "Do you mind if I take my pants off and just wear my shorts?"
"I ... I guess that's all right," Barbara stammered, feeling uncertain of herself. She certainly wasn't going to take her clothes off. She stared at Bart as he removed his shirt and Levi's and stood with only a pair of jockey shorts covering his muscular body. She could see the bulge in front of them and a tingling excitement rippled through her body as she remembered what Donald had said about his penis. Shyly, she took off her sandals and waded out into the water.
Suddenly, Bart jumped into the water and began swimming around, splashing water all over her. "Come on in! It's nice and cool."
"It's cold!" she gasped. "I'm shivering and I don't want to get my clothes wet."
"Okay, if you don't want to," the older youth said as he dived underneath the water and swam over to where she was standing, staying beneath the surface so she would not see him. When he was close enough, he grabbed her leg and pulled her into the water, clothes and all.
"Ohhh...." she came up spluttering, shaking the water out of her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that!"
"Be honest! Doesn't it feel good?"
Barbara stared at his smiling face and realized that it did feel good. Then, with a splash she dived into the water and swam across the creek, coming out on the other side. For fifteen minutes they played in the water, wrestling with each other until they were tired out.
Sanding on the bank across the creek from the car, Bart said, "I'm hungry. I'll race you to the other side."
"I'll beat you," she teased as she got ready to dive in.
"Wait a minute! We have to go at the same time now."
Then, he stared down at her wet clothes, molded to her curvaceous young body, and he felt his cock beginning to erect. Quickly, he said, "Let's go!"
Together they swam across the creek, Bart arriving on the other side only seconds before Barbara. Then, they stood side by side, their clothing sticking to their wet bodies.
"You better get your pants dry if you're going to ride in my truck," ' he teased as he stared down at her curvaceous body.
"I can't. I don't have anything to put on."
"Keep your panties on. They'll dry in the sun if we lie on the rocks for a little while."
"I ... I guess I could," Barbara stammered, staring at his wet jockey shorts. "I'd have on as much as you have."
"Right!"
Barbara turned her back to Bart, reached down and slid her tight-fitting polyester knit shorts down her slender thighs, and leaned over to remove them from her feet.
His heart began beating faster and he could feel the throbbing ache inside his balls as he saw her bent-over body. Her nylon panties were pressing into her anal crevice, and he could almost see her pussy. God! How he wanted to shove his cock inside her hot little cunt while she was still unsuspecting of his motives. Fighting his burning lust, he said hoarsely, "Let's lie on the rocks and dry off before we eat."
"Okay."
"Here ... let me hang your shorts on the truck," he grinned as he squeezed the water out of them, and then draped them over the door of the pick-up.
"Oh ... no!" Barbara gasped suddenly, holding her hands in front of her. "You can almost see through my panties."
"So what? They just look like a bikini swim suit," he said quickly, took her arm, and pulled her up on the rocks. "Now, doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes ... yes it does," she said as she lay down on her back and closed her eyes.
"I go skinny-dipping all the time ... with girls!" Bart responded as he lay down on his stomach to hide his erection.
Ten minutes later, their underwear was dry and her blouse was just damp. The sun was hot and Barbara felt her face burning.
"I gotta get in the shade," she signed. "Feels good but it's burning me."
"Let's eat," he grinned as he followed her to the truck. Barbara got in the passenger side while Bart sat under the steering wheel.
The teenage girl was relaxed and happy as she opened the lunch basket and took out sandwiches and lemonade.
Thirty minutes later, they had finished eating and the fresh air and exercise had made them both sleepy. When the trash was all packed in the basket and placed under the seat, she said, "I'm exhausted. Must be the sun."
"Me too!" Bart sighed. "Come here and lean back on my shoulder. Let's take a short nap."
Barbara saw him sliding across the seat until he was sitting beside her, his naked thigh pressed against hers. She let him pull her back against him, his arm encircling her blouse-covered shoulders. She wanted to resist his touch, but he seemed to be unaware of their half naked condition. Actually, she did not feel uncomfortable with him, even though she could see the outline of her pubic hair through her sheer panties.
"Close your eyes and let your mind go. You're almost asleep already."
The weary young girl closed her eyes and felt at peace with herself. Listening to the flowing creek, her head on her cousin's shoulder, her back pressed against his strong body, she fell into a relaxing sleep, uncaring that they were half naked.
The handsome blond youth faked sleep and then, as soon as she was breathing evenly, he opened his eyes and stared down into her innocent face. For several minutes, he watched her sleeping, but his lustful excitement began building to an uncontrollable high and he bowed his head, kissing her slightly parted lips.
He was surprised when she responded, moaning beneath his warm demanding lips. He knew that she had fallen asleep and supposed that she was dreaming, knowing that she would not consciously let him kiss her.
Quickly, his kiss became urgent and gasping. He slipped his left hand down the front of her naked belly, gently sliding his outstretched fingers beneath her bikini panties. He probed at her warm moist vaginal slit, gently caressing the soft flesh. Shit, he thought. I was about to go out of my gourd pretending that I couldn't even see her beautiful pussy!
When she moaned and began to move, he held his finger still, waiting for her to adjust to it, his lips still pressed against hers. When she seemed to be accepting his outstretched middle finger and her legs moved further apart, he began a slow thrusting movement, sliding it back and forth through the slippery wet heat of her cunt.
Barbara moaned in her sleep, dreaming that Donald was kissing her, bringing her to a climax just like he had done in the hay loft. Suddenly, she let her knees fall open, just like she had done in the hay, spreading her vaginal slit wide open. Hungrily, she kissed his lips, moaning with heated desire, her cuntal walls already soaked with tingling excitement.
Bart was just about to go out of his mind with lust as his finger slid back and forth through her heated vaginal slit. He stared down at the front of his bulging jockey shorts and saw the thick mushroomed head of his cock peering out of the gaping opening.
"Uhhhhhh...." Barbara groaned, her widespread vagina lifting tentatively upward, his pleasure-giving finger sliding back and forth through her tingling pussy slit as her dream grew more frantic.
Unable to wait any longer, he withdrew his outstretched finger from her innocent young vagina and moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Let me take your panties off."
In Barbara's sleep-drugged mind, she raised her hips up off the seat of the pick-up truck and Bart quickly slid her panties down past her fleshy curving buttocks before returning his lips to hers. Gently then, he slid the tiny strip of nylon down over her knees until the little nylon undergarment fell to the floor-board. Slowly, he removed his lips from hers again, and stared down at the promising ripeness of her body. Her lush young breasts pressed against her blouse, and her erect little nipples plainly indicated the height of her arousal. The soft mat of golden pubic hair covering her vaginal mound and the flatness of her tautened belly were visible to him.
Slowly, he lifted her blouse until his hot hungry mouth was on her naked breast and her tiny nipple between his nibbling teeth. Then, he returned his hand to her wetly heated cunt and ground the tip of his outstretched finger inside her tight little vaginal hole. When she let her knees fall apart again, and began moaning loudly, his strokes became more rapid.
Her body began vibrating and her eyes slowly opened.
"Yes ... oh, yes ... uhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh," she mumbled unconsciously. "Harder, Donald ... harder...."
"Anything you say, baby! Anything you say," Bart chuckled, his hot sucking mouth still on her sensitive breast.
"Bart! I thought you were Donald," she gasped, suddenly aware of her naked body. "What are you doing ... stop it ... stop it!" She struggled to get away from him, but she was pinned against his chest and the leather seat of the pick-up truck.
Her older cousin held her tight against his chest with one arm while he used the other to ravage her widespread cunt, ignoring her pleading words. He bit down on her tiny hardened nipple at the same time, and she yelped in pain and fright.
"Ohhhhhh ... that hurts ... don't do that ... let me go," the squirming teenager begged frantically pulling her thigh together to trap his spearing finger between her naked thighs "Where are my panties? What are you doing to me?"
"Not a goddamn thing that my kid brother hasn't already done," he snorted. "I'm just trying to finger-fuck your tight little cunt like you asked me to do."
"No ... I didn't ... I thought that you were...." she gasped.
"I already know that Donald fucked you," he said, lifting his head up and staring into her frightened eyes.
"He did not...."
"Then he finger-fucked you! I heard what you said," Bart rasped, viciously digging his finger up inside her wetly heated cuntal slit, trying to shove it all the way up into her tight little hole, but she tightened her thighs and held his hand still. "You should have heard what you said while you were still sleeping."
"Oh, please! Please let me go ... don't do that to me! I want to put my clothes on."
"No, I'm gonna fuck you ... I'm no different than my brother except I have a bigger cock! I can satisfy you better!"
"Ohhhhhh ... oh no, Bart. That hurts! Please ... you're hurting me," Barbara panted as his long outstretched finger dug into her sensitive vaginal flesh.
"Shit! I'm not doing anything to hurt you! Why don't you be quiet," Bart rasped. "Wait until I fuck you, and you'll really have something to yell about."
"No ... please ... you can't! I won't let you!"
"Oh yeah! Wanta bet?" Bart teased. "If you don't be still, I'll tell my Mom that I saw you and Donald in the hay loft, fucking!"
"But we weren't! She won't believe you!'
"Oh yes she will! She believes everything I tell her."
"Donald will tell her differently. I'll tell her that you raped me!" Barbara stammered, her eyes wide with fear. "She'll believe me, too. She knows that I am a virgin!"
"How would she know that?"
"I ... I...."
"You better be nice to me, or I'll shove my cock in your mouth," Bart snapped seriously, feeling his own lust throbbing in his long hard cock. "Besides, my Mom hates whores worse than anything in the world. She might even send you to juvie!"
Knowing that he was probably right about his mother, Barbara had wild thoughts of getting away from him and running across the fields, but where would she run? He would only catch up with her! Then he might really hurt her! If she just sat where she was and fought him, he might get tired of trying and leave her alone.
Suddenly, she felt him lift her blouse again, begin caressing her nakedly trembling breasts with the same hand that was holding her arm, and his powerful arms crushed her to him as his hot mouth came down once more in search of hers. He ground the outstretched finger, on the other hand, deep inside her pulsing vagina, and she struggled feebly for a panicky moment, knowing that she was already excited by his insistent caresses.
Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp, the warmth of his lips seemed to sear her own as tingling sensations rippled up her spine. Trapped between his hands and his kissing mouth, she moaned in desperation, realizing that he was much too strong for her to fight ... she had seen him handling the wild stallion ... she knew that he could do anything that he wanted to do. She was helpless! Then, her own unwanted excitement began building up inside her quivering body as he continued caressing and stroking her sensitive flesh, his fingers squeezing and pinching at her already erected nipples, and it was more than her sensible mind could accept. Her body was taking control and she was rapidly losing the desire to stop him. She tried to plead for him to show mercy, but the words stuck in her lust-tightened throat as he rolled her hardened nipples beneath the palm of his right hand. His outstretched middle finger massaged her wetly throbbing vagina and the heat of his breath blew against her breast as he moved his heated mouth down to lock on her reddened nipple. She moaned helplessly as he sucked her sensitive flesh inside his mouth, and her head began flailing as she felt the contagious excitement of his greedily sucking lips. Oh God! She knew that she could not sit here and let this horrible rape happen. She had to stop him before it was too late! Somehow and some way! She could not allow her body to respond to his caresses and give him the satisfaction of shaming her.
"Nooooo ... don't...." she wailed, her small fists pounding against his shoulders and head, using all her strength to push him away, but it was inadequate. "Let me go!"
"I was gonna be gentle with you, but now, I'm going to split you wide open," Bart snarled as his young cousin's fist connected with the back of his head. "Stop it, you bitch! You better stop it or I'll punch you out!"
"Nooooo ... no ... please ... nooo...." she moaned in growing fear as she saw him jerk his finger from her pussy and reach down to his jockey shorts, quickly pulling his thick rigid penis through the front opening. Her eyes glued to his massively pulsating shaft and her mouth fell open in shock. "It's too big ... I'm a virgin! You can't!"
"I always wanted to fuck a virgin, but I never could find one," he chortled. "Now that I have, I'm certainly going to rip it open. Virgins ought to be against the law!"
"No! I don't want you to do it ... I won't let you," she stammered helplessly. "I'm too small down there."
"It'll adjust to my cock ... after I pop your cherry," he grinned lewdly. "I'll make you feel so good that you'll be sneaking in my bed every night for a little fucking."
Barbara was so ashamed and so frightened that she could not speak. She felt his hands on her waist, and she was being lifted up and over his muscular thighs. Then, he shoved his knees between her kicking legs, forcing her trembling knees wide apart. Without pausing, he pushed her down into a kneeling position over his upthrust penis, her widespread vagina pressing against his swollen cockhead. He held her with one arm while he used his other hand to guide the thick rubbery head of his rigid cock up to the hair-lined portals of her virginal cunt.
Barbara tossed her head in horror, closing her eyes with a shudder, still pounding at his face with her insufficient fists. She felt the first searing contact of his pulsing maleness against the quivering edges of her involuntarily flowing vagina, and held her breath for what seemed to be an eternity, shocked into sudden stillness over his lap. It was just as though she were a mouse being hypnotized by a snake, waiting for her death.
"Ohhhhhh ... dear God, help me," she gasped as she felt the first relentless pressure against the tiny elastic opening to her virginal pussy. "Don't hurt me! Please! No ... no ... No!"
Bart ignored her pathetic pleas, using both hands to hold her naked white buttocks in place, while he forced her tight little pussy downward, keeping the tip of his rock-hard cock against her tiny vaginal hole. Then, grimacing, he thrust upward off the leather seat!
"Aaagggghhhhh...." she cried out as the big mushroom-like tip of his penis slipped through her futilely resisting cunt-lips, sadistically stretching the tight resilient passage until she thought her thighs would split apart from the forceful pressure.
"Shit! It's goddamned tight!" Bart snorted, his arm muscles bulging out as he tried to force her reluctant pussy further down on the upstanding spike of his maleness.
"Bart! Please don't! It won't go in! It hurts so bad ... you're going to kill me," she wailed. "Please help me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you, and it won't hurt you ... not for long! It's just a little tight ... but I can stretch it...." the older youth snorted as his forehead beaded with drops of perspiration, his muscular strength forcing her struggling young body inexorably down, inch by tortuous inch, on his rigidly pulsing penis.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... noooooooo ... it hurts ... don't do it to me," Barbara stammered pathetically. Suddenly, she screamed at the top of her voice, and jerked her head back and forth in terror. She saw the evil violence in her cousin's face, his eyes bugging out, his teeth shining between his snarling lips, and she knew that he would do it even if he knew it was hurting. At that moment, she was sure that he was sadistically loving every second of her pain.
Bart stared down at her tight little pussy, stretched as wide as humanly possible, his thick blue-veined prick slowly disappearing up into the little hair-fringed opening of her virgin cunt. Then, his face contorted in a mask of raw lust and sadistic pleasure, and he could wait no longer.
"My prick is driving me crazy! I gotta fuck you ... now," he grunted as he forcefully pushed her nakedly squirming hips downward at the same time he thrust his huge pulsating penis upward into her helplessly impaled pussy, burying his long thick shaft all the way to the hilt up inside her heated flesh with vengeance. There was no stopping him now as his long hard cock filled her flat little belly, his heavy testicles pressing against her naked anal crevice.
"Aaaagggghhhh ... aaaggghhhhhh ... Aaaaeeeeeiiiiii...." she screamed in panic, her head spinning with the agony. She had never had anything bigger than Donald's finger inside her vagina, but now, Bart's massive penis had ripped her virginal pussy wide open. He had penetrated her vagina without mercy, and it felt as if he had torn her innermost flesh, ripping her hymen away as though it were a piece of cloth. The pain that filled her innocent young body felt like a million needles sticking in her belly, and she was sure that she would be murdered by his huge bull-like penis buried inside her throbbing vaginal passage.
Bart panted as he sat immobile, afraid to move for fear of having his cockhead bitten off by her incredibly tight vaginal muscles. With a guttural moan, he lifted her blouse again, and dropped his lips to her quivering breasts, sucking the soft flesh up in his mouth.
Soon, Barbara's head began clearing, but she, too, sat very still, knowing it would be agonizing to move. Momentarily, their labored breathing was the only sound in the pick-up truck, and Barbara could hear the gurgling sound of the creek as it flowed over the rocks. It was the same sound that she felt building up inside her impaled body. For a second, the innocent girl thought she was becoming accustomed to the thick pulsating presence of his rapacious cock. But then a searing pain began deep up in her widely stretched vagina as Bart flexed his huge shaft.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... it hurts! Don't move it!" she groaned breathlessly as she felt something sticky on her naked thigh. "No! Don't move! Noooooooo!"
"Don't worry! It's just your cherry breaking," Bart stammered, not quite as sure of himself as he sounded. He'd never had a virgin before. Christ, maybe he had broken something up inside her! As her tight cuntal flesh continued, squeezing his pulsating penis, his throat became dry and hoarse. Well, there was only one way to find out for sure. They were there to fuck ... and they might as well get on with it.
"Aagggg ... noooooooooo ... oooooooohhhhhhhhhh...." Barbara wailed as he slowly pulled his massive shaft outward until only the bulging tip was buried inside her vaginal sheath. "No ... don't do it anymore ... it hurts ... please let me go."
"Shit! Not after I've gone this far," Bart raved. "I'm gonna initiate this cunt!"
"Aaaggghhhhhh...." Barbara panted as her cousin slammed his long hard cock deep inside her quivering belly once more. "Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... noooo ... don't ... don't...." she whimpered as she fought with all her strength and energy to escape the debasing impalement. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push herself off his long hard cock, but it was useless. He merely held her down, his fingernails pressing into her fleshy buttocks, wedging her between his rampaging cock and his hands.
"Feeling better?" Bart asked as he moved his lips down to her shivering breasts again and clamped his wet mouth over one of her quivering little nipples as he began a steady fucking rhythm in and out of her rippling cuntal sheath.
"Ohhhhhh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she chanted. Now, the agony was beginning to fade as his movements widened her resisting passage with each stroke and her lubricant began to flow from her tortured vaginal wall. Her kneeling position made her legs ache, but even that was beginning to fade under the commanding presence of his hotly throbbing penis.
Gradually, her nakedly trembling body began to experience a strange, alien pleasure. Flames of carnal excitement were coursing through her veins, and she could no longer feel the tortured pain that had rent her body only a short while before. There was only an uncomfortable fullness up inside her belly now. Her vaginal juices began copiously flowing, lubricating her widely stretched cuntal flesh so it could accommodate his thick rigid shaft sawing in and out of her widespread thighs. It was a shock to learn that she had lost the urge to fight against the sadistic rape of her virginal vagina, and in spite of her repugnance, she was beginning to surrender to her older cousin. He was sitting beneath her impaled body, his rampaging penis buried up inside her tightly clutching cuntal sheath, and his mouth sucking at her trembling breast like a baby taking milk. The mere thought of her subjugated position sent chills of unwanted lust flowing through her submissively kneeling body. She stared down at the slow steady rhythm of Bart's long hard cock wetly skewering up into her widely stretched vagina and it was the lewdest, most exciting thing she had ever seen.
Of their own volition, her naked hips began twisting over his lap, and she began moaning incessantly as she lifted her weight up on her knees, experimenting with up and down movements until she had established a steady rhythmic bouncing that caused his rigid shaft to friction across her sensitive clitoris, eliciting the same tremendous excitement that she felt when Donald used his finger to bring her to climax. Faint mewling sounds bubbled up from her chest, her face contorted in passion, and a light film of perspiration coated her forehead as her long blonde hair swung back and forth across her lovely face.
"Aaaggghhhhhh ... oh shit ... so good ... tight...." Bart groaned, the tightness of her vaginal muscles almost making him cum immediately. "Shit, Barbara! Oh Baby! I never felt a cunt like yours before ... never in my whole life!"
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... I ... more ... harder ... don't stop now...." the excited blonde stammered as she salaciously rode up and down on his stallion-cock
"Ride it, baby! Ride my prick!" He snorted, his face masked with a lewd grin. "I knew you were a fucking bitch!"
"Oh ... ohhhhhhhh ... do it to me ... ball me ... fuck me! Yes, fuck me," she gurgled with delight, her obscene words driving her to an even higher pitch of sexual consciousness. She felt her older cousin slip his hands beneath the naked curves of her buttocks, spreading her anal crevice until his fingertip was touching her tightly puckering rectum.
"Ohhhhhh ... nooooo...." she gasped as she tightened and loosened her buttock muscles, feeling her anal ring nibbling at his probing fingertip. Momentarily, she felt him caressing her openly exposed rectum, and then, he lifted both hands up to her thrusting buttocks and cupped them, his fingers gripping the softly curving flesh.
Subconsciously, she let him take control, lifting her fleshy ass-cheeks up high before jerking her vagina down harder on his thick pulsating penis, her fire-filled cunt spreading to receive his rod of lust-hardened flesh deep inside her secret flesh.
The discomfort had long since passed now to be replaced with a wanton pleasure that was rapidly taking control of her body and senses. Her leg muscles were working freely, moving without volition as she bounced up and down on his pulsating shaft in a race for satisfaction. She felt his mouth still on her fleshy upthrust breasts, moving from one to the other, and she closed her eyes as low moans of lewd delight rumbled in her throat. There was no longer any thought left in her mind except the delightful pleasure of being impaled by her older cousin's long hard cock.
Bart stroked his hardness up and down, in and out of her heated little pussy, suddenly thrusting with longer, harder strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tightly sucking vagina on the outward movement, and then plunging upward into her gaping pussy until he felt her widespread anal crevice was pressing into his sperm-bloated balls again. With a guttural moan, he lowered his right hand, and his fingertips traced down the tightened flesh of her ass cheeks until he found the small puckering mouth of her moistened rectum cradled below.
Once more, Barbara experienced a shortness of breath as he penetrated her rectal opening with one sadistic thrust, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding to his assault.
"Ohhhhhh ... nooooo ... don't ... that hurts...." Barbara moaned, but deep inside she felt only a masochistic pleasure. Her anal muscles nibbled and sucked at his outstretched finger as if to pull it deep inside her bowels. "Aaaggghhhhhh ... ooohhhhhhhh! Yessssss! Do it! Do it to me!"
Bart listened to her gurgling moans and thrust his finger even harder up into her tight anal opening. He worked it around inside, stretching the hot rubbery softness wider and wider as he sawed in and out of her tightly resisting anus.
Barbara felt a second finger making its way up into her impaled bottom, and the lewd groans of obscene pleasure coming from her chest changed into whimpers of severe pain, slowly subsiding as her virginal rectum adjusted to the unnatural penetration.
The naked teenager's whimpers soon ceased and moans of delight erupted from her hoarsened throat. Bart smiled in satisfaction with his mouth still glued to her nipple, as his long hard cock increased its tempo in and out of her heated cuntal sheath. When he felt her begin shamelessly grinding her buttocks back onto his fingers, he methodically explored inside the warm spongy orifice, sending new and stronger sensations of delight throughout her body.
Barbara was hopelessly impaled between his pulsating penis deep inside her quivering vagina and his fingers shoved up inside her tightly clutching rectum. The thought made her squeal with lewd pleasure, and she began a faster twisting motion that rocked her back and forth, wantonly riding up and down on both his long hard cock and his rigid fingers.
His mouth became more frantic on her already reddened nipples as he brought his free hand around to where his penis was sliding in and out of her tightly bouncing pussy. She felt him fondling the soft hair-lined lips milking at his massive shaft, and she shivered all over with obscene ecstasy. He continued caressing them until her widening pussy seemed to gape in hungry desire, swallowing the entire length of his hotly throbbing cock as he plunged upward into the very core of her being.
"Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... oh yes ... more ... harder ... more...." Barbara moaned continuously now, her entire body wracked with the need to be satisfied. Her vagina was on fire and her anus was shivering with the intensity of her ecstatic excitement.
Suddenly, Bart quickened his thrusts, hot and deep, and the tormenting agony of pleasure caused her to thrash above him. Then, she felt him rip his fingers from her anus with a wet slurping sound, their loss completely disconcerting. But seconds later he was pressing his hands under her buttocks again, pushing her bodily up and down hard against his spearing cock with pile-driving thrusts as he sadistically reamed out her innocent young vagina.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhh," she chanted, the insane passion drove her mind into oblivion.
Again. Bart intensified his fucking rhythm, grinding hard and deep, his long hot penis boring up into the hidden recesses of the young girl's womb. His own lust was driving him crazy with the need to cum, but she didn't seem to be anywhere near cumming. He knew he was going to blow his cool and cum before she did, unless he could force her to orgasm. He began a deeper convulsive thrusting but it only made his balls ache more.
Barbara was a mass of ecstatic heat, and her vagina blazed with delight, overpowering all other thought except the magnificent shaft buried up inside her boiling belly. She was only vaguely aware of his hand running over her buttocks like searing tongues of fire, his mouth ... his hot frictioning penis! This was it! This was the ultimate in love! This was what she had been saving for her husband! It was worth all the waiting! And then, suddenly, she heard his choking voice and felt his long hard cock swelling even larger and heating up to a flaming high. The pleasure was more than she could stand and her nerve-endings began shooting out in a shower of fiery sparks. She was almost there! Reaching for it, grabbing at it in a screaming blaze of glory when Bart stopped moving!
"Aaaggghhhhh ... Aaaaggghhhhhh ... oh shit ... I can't wait ... I'm cummmmiiinnngggg! Goddamnit you tight little bitch, I'm cumming!" Bart snorted like an animal, shoving his wildly ejaculating cock deep up inside her belly. His thick gushing sperm spewed far up inside her still pulsating vagina until she was filled to overflowing, and a wet pool of blissful passion boiled down her naked thighs.
"No ... don't stop ... keep doing it ... harder...." Barbara writhed above him, trying to bounce up and down on his already wilting penis. "Noooooooo!"
"Shit! I couldn't help it!" Bart mumbled, embarrassed by his lack of control. "You made me do it! That hot little cunt of yours was too much! Give me a second and I'll finish you off."
Slowly, he pulled out of her, his deflated penis slipping downward from her pussy with a lewd, wet noise, and he leaned back on the truck seat, his breath rasping from his throat.
Shivering with a combination of frustrated passion and sudden disgust with her shameful behavior, Barbara lifted herself up off Bart's lap and wearily moved to the seat beside him. Her body was beaten, bruised ... and, even worse, unsatisfied! She had disgraced herself by responding to his vicious rape, and still her body craved more. Then, the temporarily forgotten humiliation returned, flooding her tortured mind as she stared at her cum-smeared thighs, and felt the dull ache in her no longer virginal cunt. She dropped her eyes in shame and saw her cousin's flaccid penis lying in a lump on top of his jockey shorts. She shivered in disgust. It was suddenly more than she could stand!
A guttural cry of rage and horror tore from her clenched lips, and she jerked the car door open. Without hesitation, she jumped down to the ground and ran to the creek, wading into the cleansing water, letting it wash away the degrading semen. Tears began flowing down her face, and she silently berated herself for losing her virginity. It might not be so important to her later, when this horrible nightmare was over ... but now it was almost too much to bear. She should have made him let her go, and besides all that, she should not have responded to the disgraceful rape!
"You almost fucked me to death, baby!" She heard Bart chuckle, and she turned to see him nakedly standing beside the creek, grinning down at her. Suddenly, she wished that she could kill him. Without thinking, she reached down into the sand at the bottom of the creek and picked up a fist sized stone. Then, she hurled it at him, and shouted, "You dirty bastard! I'm going to tell Aunt Lena what you did to me."
Still grinning, Bart caught the stone just in time to keep it from smashing his face, and chortled. "Then I better take you home so you can tell on me."
Venting her rage, Barbara swam to the edge of the creek, leaped up out of the water, her hands clawing him like a wild cat, "You filthy dirty rapist! You dirty animal!"
He caught her hands but not before she raked her fingernails across his face, leaving ten deep scratches. His face a mask of terrorizing rage, he shoved her back into the water and reached up to his bleeding face.
"You bitch! I oughta kill you!" he snarled as he watched her run from the creek toward the truck. He stared at her as she grabbed her shorts from the cab and quickly put them on.
He continued watching her, bathing his: scratched face with the cool water, but when he saw her running across the field away from him, he jumped up and ran to the pick-up, his wounds forgotten. The stupid little bitch. She might get lost ... or hurt!
He backed the truck away from the creek, and drove across the field toward her, angrily cursing himself for bringing her so far away from the house. He should have fucked her right in her own bed!
When Barbara looked back and saw him coming in the truck, she ran toward the road as fast as she could, never wanting to be near him again, her tired legs almost giving out on her. When she saw another car coming down the road, a spurt of renewed energy gave her the strength to run faster. Suddenly, Bart drove up beside her and said, "Get in, you little bitch!"
"Leave me alone!"
"Goddamnit, get in," he snarled. "Somebody's coming."
Still, she ignored him and kept running. When the car came closer and she recognized her uncle's station wagon, she shouted for help, "Uncle Les! Uncle Les! He hurt me!"
When Bart saw his father stopping, he pulled to the side of the road, both men getting out at the same time.
"What's wrong, Barbara?" Les Jackson asked.
"Uncle Les ... help me ... he ... I ... he hurt...." Barbara stammered and then fainted.
"What's wrong with her, Bart?" he asked, as he caught the young girl.
"Nothing, Dad. She got scared, that's all," Bart grinned, trying to hide his guilty eyes.
"You better tell me what happened, son," the older man said wearily as he gently placed Barbara on the front seat of the station wagon, fanning her face to bring her around.
"Nothing happened!"
"I know that you're lying!" he snapped. "What did she mean by saying that you hurt her?"
"I don't know! She just got scared. That's all."
"Why is her shirt wet?"
"We went to the creek for a picnic and she fell in. It scared her."
"If you touched the girl, I'll beat you good. Why isn't her shorts wet?" Les asked, suddenly seeing that they were completely dry.
"Uh ... uh ... how should I know!"
"You'd better know! I think you tried to rape her."
"I wouldn't do a thing like that!"
"You'd better not!"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"Yes! And something doesn't ring true about this."
"I swear it's the truth," Bart insisted, unable to look at his father in the eyes.
"She acted like she was scared of you."
"She thought that I pushed her into the water."
"I think you did, but I still think that you tried to rape her."
"Well ... what if I did? I was only teasing! I got better sense than to fool around with a virgin."
"How do you know she's a virgin?"
"I ... I ... I just assumed that she would be," Bart stammered guiltily. "I wouldn't hurt her!"
"I hope so! I sure hope so," Les Jackson sighed. Deep in his heart he sensed that his oldest son was lying, but he didn't want to believe that a boy of his could do such a cruel thing to an orphan. Suddenly, Barbara's eyes began opening. When he saw her coming around, he said wearily, "You'd better get out of here. Go on! I don't want her to see you until I talk to her."
"Aw, Dad! I ... I ... didn't...."
"Get the hell out of here, goddamnit," the older man shouted, his angry eyes spitting fire.
And Bart went!