Chapter 11
"like the smell? Turn you on? Fuck, everything turns you on!"
Annie was confused, humiliated, degraded. Inhaling a second sharp breath, the young girl turned away, shaking loose the stray blonde hair from her eyes.
"Come on. Come on, you got a mouth. Open it," Bobby growled.
Jack said something, then reached over and twisted the brass knob at the base of the keg. Annie heard a gurgling noise, followed by something rushing from the wooden barrel.
Then the young girl felt something very warm and wet flowing into her bowels, filling her up like an enema! She stiffened, throwing out her shoulders while her eyes widened. Annie jerked her legs in their bonds. Something awful was happening back there, something that made her sick. She twisted around on the dildo, feeling her cunt slip yet another inch down on the latex prick. For a moment the young girl thought she could feel the nails brushing over her ass-cheeks.
"Beer, baby, left over from another fuckin' dance we had. It ain't the best," Jack said, backing away from the large keg, "but I thought you might still like a drink, up the ass..."
The other men laughed, watching with fascination as Bobby and Jack continued to humiliate the helpless teen. Annie felt the stinging spray of the beer fill her bowels, making the lining stretch to the tearing point. The strange feeling of fullness, of the liquid continually flowing into her ass was almost painful. It was like taking a shit in reverse! The young woman jerked from side to side, her face a reflection of the discomfort she felt. For a moment Annie had forgotten about the nails at the base of the dildo spearing her in two. That was a mistake. She slid down yet another inch, her ass-cheeks and cunt lips making contact with the tiny nails surrounding the dildo.
Her legs and arms jerked spasmodically again. She was sliding her ankles back and forth against one another, her upper legs nearly torn by the splintery pillory while her wrists pulled at the ropes binding them. The awful needle-like nails were piercing her flesh just enough to cause a heated, prickly pain. Annie twisted to the right, then to the left, stiffening her legs and thighs again, desperately trying to raise up off the dildo. And all the while, the cold beer sprayed into her ass, filling her up, making her burp with the pressure building in her belly. Bobby and Jack were standing to one side, their hands on their hips, laughing at her distress as she bounced and twisted on the dildo.
"OH, OHHHHHH!" Annie groaned, her wrists and legs aching.
Through her tears she saw Bobby's eyes were glowing with lust. He had taken out his cock and now was working his fingers back and forth over his long prick. He didn't care what those nails were doing to her, didn't care what the beer did to her ass and belly. He was thinking of his cock, thinking about how tightly her lips were going to fit around his prick as he fucked in and out of her mouth! Annie felt a rush of anger ripple through her. She wished she had a knife, anything to slip into his belly, cause him the pain he was making her suffer now.
There was the sound of liquid spattering on the floor. The beer was flowing out of her shitter as quickly as it flowed in. It was a filthy, obscene feeling. It was almost as if she were pissing and shitting in public at the same time. Somehow the girl had managed to squirm up the dildo once more, keeping her cunt lips away from the biting nails. Every inch of her body seemed to ache with a dull throb as Bobby swaggered up to her.
"Come on, baby, suck my cock while you're gettin' fucked," he said.
"Suck it!"
She opened her mouth, feeling the plastic dildo rubbing over her clit now. Had she turned her body in a certain way to make that contact? Had the boys done something to change the angle of that plastic cock? Annie didn't know, didn't really care. All the while that beer enema was bloating her, making her feel dizzy, perhaps a little sick.
"Take it!"
He had one hand around her head. Was he standing on something? He had to be. It didn't matter. Annie found herself opening her mouth as if she were about to give a kiss, her lips sliding over her front teeth. She closed her eyes and held her breath, squirming on the dildo, feeling those nails once more trying to pierce her flesh, feeling her cousin's cockhead come to rest on her tongue.
"Yeah, that's it!"
Annie made choking, gagging sounds as the young man began fucking his prick in and out of her mouth. The back and forth movement of his cock made the girl twist around, raise herself off the dildo for a moment, then made her lower herself down, down toward those awful nails. She was getting wet now. The beer was still spraying into her ass-hole, and her fuck juices flowing hotter and faster with every passing second.
"Yeah, move that tongue around, suck it!"
Annie was a robot, a sucking machine as she'd been a fucking machine earlier. She flicked her tongue around his fucking cock, trailing the tip along a ridge that ran along the underside of his prick. She could already taste the salty-flavored cum that oozed from his cockhead. Was he close? Was her cousin about to shoot in her mouth?
"Man, she's born to it, born to fuck," Bobby groaned, locking his fingers behind her skull and whipping her head back and forth against his groin. His breath was coming in short, raspy pants now.
The beer was doing its worth. Annie was starting to feel really sick. The whole thing was bizarre, crazy. She was fucking herself on the dildo, bouncing her ass up and down while having her shitter filled with beer. And, all the while, her cousin was fucking her in the mouth, spreading her lips and fucking his prick down her throat while holding her tightly behind the head.
Annie started to move forward, feeling herself become more and more aroused, high on her own perversity. She felt her cunt muscles growing tighter, cramping, milking that juice-slicked dildo. The sound of that beer spraying out of her ass and trickling onto that old wooden floor excited her. She was feeling more and more high, actually starting to enjoy that dildo reaming her out, that cock fucking in and out of her mouth.
"UMMMMMFFFF!" the girl cried around the hard prick moving over her tongue.
Bubbles of spit frothed around the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as Bobby edged up to climax. He was starting to moan as the girl moved her tongue faster and faster up and down his cock. The big young stud was pitching from side to side, fucking his prick against the back of her throat, making her cheeks puff out at times then sink in with the action of his fat, hard hunk of cockmeat. The young blonde moaned, feeling that fat dildo fucking in and out of her cunt. Her fuck juices frothed around the furry lips of her cunt, trickling down her ass-cheeks, mixing with the spraying beer.
And as her excitement mounted, the movements of her tongue became more and more frantic, her mouth sucking hard at the rod. Annie thought she was coming apart at the seams. Were the nails touching her again?
There were so many odd sensations between her thighs now the girl didn't know, didn't care. Somewhere in front of her she heard a loud groan. Her cousin was cumming, shooting his load into her mouth.
She started making swallowing motions with her mouth and throat, feeling gush after gush of cum spraying into her mouth, flowing down her throat to her bloated belly. Cum, lots of it was filling her mouth, making her choke and gag. Bobby held her face pressed hard against his belly, moaning, his fingers threatening to crush her skull while his balls squeezed up against her chin. Annie was breathing as best she could through her flared nostrils.
"That's it, baby, that's it..."
Annie felt her blood boiling in her veins. Her ears seemed to ring with the hot pleasure now coursing through her body. Her belly was ballooning, the whirling ball of sexual hunger mixing with the swelling feeling of beer filling her bowels.
She cried out, her head sliding back now on the softening cock, her nostrils filled with the smell of his sweaty groin while more spittle flecked her lips and chin. Annie could feel her hair splashing over her face. She whipped her body from side to side, not caring about the nails, not caring about anything except that growing hot itchy feeling between her thighs. Every square inch of her body was alive with sexuality. And then with a blinding flash and roar the girl came. She felt her cunt muscles cramp hard around the plastic cock, felt them milk the dildo. She snapped her head to one side, sliding off Bobby's cock, throwing back her head and letting out a long low shuddering moan as she bounced up and down on the dildo, her tits jiggling and slapping together.
"Aiyyyyyyeeee!" Annie squealed, her hips pumping in wild, jerking movements. She bounced up and down like a crazed puppet, fucking her cunt over and over again on that long pink thing. The steel nails added to her feeling of satisfied lust, their hot poking sending shivers of ecstasy up and down her spine.
And then, finally, it was over. Annie sagged, spitting out the mixture of spit and cum while her pussy still held tight around the dildo. Beer continued to flow up her ass.
"Come on, Jack, then you too Ray, Bill. We're gonna give this little girl enough cock to suck to last her for a month."
Annie was too high, too confused to fight them. And how could she, tied like this? The rest of the evening at the farm was something of a blur. There were more pricks, more men holding her head while fucking their long, hard cocks into her mouth. Annie didn't know how many times she sucked them off. Four? Five? Ten? It seemed to be one long progression of cocks.
All she knew was that finally it was over. They were tired, played out by her mouth. Someone turned off the beer and unstrapped her, pulling her off the dildo while yanking out that horrible brass spigot from her ass-hole. They were all laughing at her, dragging her outside, making her pee in front of them when she begged to go to the bathroom.
Moments later she found herself back in Bobby's car, the vehicle turning down the road and heading toward his father's ranch. Annie was slumped down in the seat, her cunt sore, stretched, her ass-hole throbbing in time to her pussy. And all the while there was that salty, bleachy taste in her mouth from all that cum she'd swallowed. They had done their best that evening, had pushed her all the way. Annie felt as if she had nothing to live for, nothing to hold her head up for. The girl groaned, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the window as they turned onto the main road and sped back to the farm.
"Good, hot pussy, man, good and hot mouth. Ain't too many broads like you around. You're gonna have one hell of a fine vacation here," Bobby said, gripping the wheel tightly.
Vacation? Here? Was he crazy? He had nearly turned her into a piece of meat with his vile sexuality. She was going to hide herself again for several days, recuperate, then call her mother. She didn't think what her damned Uncle Fred thought. If he wanted to he'd learn the truth. She'd tell him, tell him everything about his awful son and...but of course she wouldn't say anything. Annie pushed the tangled hair from her eyes, staring at the slowly passing countryside, at the way the full moon silvered the rolling hills and groves of trees lining the road. She wasn't going to say anything, go anywhere. As awful as it might have been, Bobby and his friends had touched something inside her, deep inside, perhaps something that would have been better off left alone. But there it was now, glaring at her, grinning at her, and the young girl simply couldn't ignore it...at least not with Bobby so close to her. She should get away, run for her honor. But instead Annie sat there quietly, staring at the peaceful country scene, smiling weakly at her own perversity as the car roared through the night.
"Ohhhh," she sighed.
Where would it end? How could she explain it? She couldn't. That was some comfort. Annie felt herself flowing with an odd stream, one she simply couldn't fight. There was something reassuring about that feeling of being overwhelmed, a feeling of relief from guilt.
She settled back in the seat, closing her eyes. There would be no more conversations with God, no more struggling with her conscience. She would finish up her vacation here, perhaps extend it. This night had pushed her over the edge, had revealed to her what she was capable of. In spite of the pain, in spite of the degradation, Annie wanted more-more of Bobby, of Jack, of what they all had to offer.
Annie shivered at the thought, then hunched down into her sweater. Yes, she thought with a smile, its going to be a long, wonderful summer vacation, more wonderful than my mother could have ever thought possible!