Chapter 1
"Stop it, Bobby! Uncle Fred...he'll get you if he finds out you've..."
"Nobody's gonna find out anything," the young farm boy said, opening his shirt and revealing a broad hairy chest. "Come on, Annie. You knew what the hell was gonna happen when you came out here."
Annie Bickman backed away from her cousin, one hand stretched out behind her, the other fanned over the base of her throat. She focused her eyes on the bulge running down her cousin's one pant leg. He was rubbing his hard-on with his fingers, a cruel smile crossing his lips as he walked closer. Cock!
Yes, he was going to fuck her. The blonde teenager could see that.
"No, I swear I didn't! Just leave me alone," she whispered, her heart pounding so rapidly she thought it was going to burst. Her cousin was cornering her in the barn, blocking her escape with his thick-muscled body. Annie felt her feet sinking into the soft hay as she backed away a little farther from the young stud. The smell of stale animal piss hung in the air like a thick perfume, making her wrinkle her nose up in disgust.
"Yeah, you didn't mean it," Bobby said, his eyes narrowing as he pulled off his shirt and flipped the top button open of his jeans. "like you didn't mean wigglin' that fuckin' ass of yours all around the dinner table. Man, if those shorts were any tighter I could see your fuckin' cunt lips."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Annie backed against the far wall. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide any more. She was trapped by her own silly ideas about flirting. She had done those things, partly to tease her cousin innocently, partly because she just didn't know about these sort of things. Her mother had kept her so much in the dark about men and what they liked. Surely that wasn't reason enough for her to be punished like this!
"Oh, please, I won't tell anyone about this if you just stop and...and go away," she stammered, her face reflecting the growing terror she felt.
The thought of getting fucked by her cousin unleashed a storm of conflicting emotions in the young girl. She felt giddy, high at the thought that she could arouse such feelings in a man. Of course Annie had read about these sorts of things, had even heard about them from her girlfriends and teachers at school. But reading about sex was one thing. Actually being a part of it was another. And now she was a very big part of this scene and it frightened her. And Annie knew there were plenty of her friends back at school who would gladly change places with her right now. Bobby was as handsome as her uncle-six feet tall, black hair that hung rakishly over one eye, broad forehead framed by a square jaw, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through to her soul. The way he looked at her all the time-it had her flesh puckering up into gooseflesh whenever she passed him! At dinner, watching television, talking with her uncle about her mother, even while doing the dishes, Annie could sense when Bobby was around. She could feel his eyes undressing her, caressing her smooth young body, making the heat that had concentrated in her furry pussy grow worse and worse.
That was why she hadn't been thinking clearly when she had stepped out of the house after dinner and had followed her cousin into the darkened barn. Did she knew that little excursion would lead to this? One part of her mind did.
"I ain't gonna go nowhere...nowhere till I fuck that tight little cunt of yours," Bobby said, licking his lips.
Annie brushed back her blonde hair, drawing the opened halves of her blouse over her bra. It had become unbuttoned the moment Bobby had attacked her, shoving her back from the entrance after having shut the barn door. Now she stood with her ass-cheeks pressed tight against the corner, watching as her cousin pulled down the zipper tab of his pants.
"Oh, no, don't," she whispered, feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes. Should she run, scream? Surely Uncle Fred would hear her cries and come running to help her. If that were true, then why was she standing there, her hands at her throat, her eyes wide, watching his crotch while his pants slowly opened? Why was she feeling electric-like sensations rushing up and down her inner thighs, making her cunt lips move and rub against one another? There were many questions, questions that might have been answered if only her mother had been more candid with her. Now all the girl could do was stand there and guess at her feelings while her cousin undressed in front of her.
"Oh, oh..."
She could see black wiry cockhairs poking around the zipper teeth, could see the pink coloration of his muscled legs. She didn't want to see any more. Another feeling-one of humiliated morality-overcame her growing excitement. It was wrong to feel things like this, to become hot when a boy was undressing. With a sharp cry, Annie shook off the stupor that had paralyzed her and wheeled around. She started running down one wall toward a row of rotting horse stalls. Her hair streamed out behind her, her arms reaching out in front for anything to help her.
"Hey, man, you ain't goin' nowhere," she heard Bobby cry behind her.
Annie could hear her cousin's feet pounding against the hay-strewn floor behind her. He was closing the distance between them! If only she could get to a door, to a window, somewhere where she could call out, could climb out and get away from her sex-crazed cousin. Her uncle would be in the house. She could rush to him for protection, could tell him everything that had happened. Uncle Fred would understand. He was the father she had always longed for and never had...not since her father had died long ago. Yes, he would be kind and take care of her.
"OH!" she screamed.
Too late! Bobby had been faster than she, stretching out his hand and taking hold of her wrist. Annie felt her arms stiffen out behind her, pull back and nearly wrench out of her shoulder socket. The girl cried out, wheeling around, her hair splashing over her face and curtaining her eyes. Annie screamed, pitching forward off-balance and slamming head first against the wall. "UGH!"
Her head was spinning and throbbing from the blow. Her fingers clawed frantically against the splintery old wood while she felt Bobby's grip tighten around her wrist. For a moment she thought her cousin was going to break her arm.
"You ain't gonna go runnin' out to my father or anybody, baby. You're gonna play here with me. And when I'm through with you, maybe I'll give you to my friends."
Annie heard his words, felt her stomach buck, then turn over. What was he going to do to her now, beat her? She twisted her head around and peered through her hair, staring at those big black eyes of Bobby's. She could hear his heavy, gaspy breathing become more and more shallow. Her reluctance to fuck, the short chase, this little encounter was exciting the young stud all the more. Annie closed her eyes and tugged back, her feet slipping on the slick hay. She felt that sick feeling wash over her once more.
"Over here," he said, leading the girl away from the wall toward several torn burlap sacks strewn on the floor. Somewhere in the background she could hear the soft hum from w the electric milking machines in the next building. The smell of piss and shit was stronger here. The odor almost made the girl gag as Bobby pulled her down to the floor. "Oh, no, no, no!"
She had never had a man touch her this way! The boys at school almost seemed afraid of her. And then on dates they either left her completely alone or tried to rape her on the spot! In either case they got nowhere. And now...
"Yeah, you're gonna be one hell of a hot fuck. I can tell," he added, noticing the protest in her eyes.
No, no, that isn't true! she thought. She wasn't going to be a hot anything. She was a good girl, the kind of girl her mother could brag about to her friends. While others were getting abortions or giving up babies for adoption she was going to school, keeping her head straight, not letting boys and sex get on her mind. It was her studies, her wonderful studies that mattered.
"Mmmmm, nice, nice," Bobby murmured.
Annie was feeling real fear now. The flesh along her thighs, in the valley between her thunderous thirty-six-inch tits, and along her ass crack crawled. He dropped her wrist, standing there like some conquering general, his hands on his hips. The dim overhead light from the one bare bulb made her cousin look more frightening than she'd ever seen him before. His forehead wrinkled and the skin n around his eyes tightened. The girl tried backing away once more, half expecting him to start ripping at her neck like a wolf.
Bobby laughed, then laid a heavy calloused palm on her shoulder. He shoved her back with such force Annie nearly flew off the ground. The backs of her legs struck something on the ground, sending her pitching back onto the floor. Her blonde hair splashed over her face once more as she felt her ass sinking into the soft hay.
"HELP!"
"Shut up!"
Bobby looked around hurriedly, then decided his father hadn't heard the cry.
"Come on, take off them clothes...and make it fast."
Annie fought back the tears welling up in her eyes. She saw there was no escape. If she tried to shout, tried to run away again he would get more brutal, perhaps actually beat her, scar her for life. She couldn't take that kind of chance. Slowly, reluctantly, the girl unbuttoned her blue flannel shirt, feeling the smooth material sliding over her shoulders and down her arms. Then, reaching down, she unzipped her work jeans, squeezing her ass-cheeks together and raising her ass to slide the jeans down her lithe legs.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," Bobby sighed, his eyes glowing with lust as he saw her sitting there on the burlap in just her white cotton bra and panties. She was still holding her jeans in one hand.
"Don't...don't do this to me," she whispered in a little girl's voice. It was so hard not to cry, not to break down completely in front of him.
Her pleas and begging increased her cousin's sexual arousal more than ever.
"Come on, sit up, come on."
When she showed some signs of hesitation, the young man reached down and grabbed her hair, filling his hand with the blonde strands.
"UGH!"
Stars exploded behind her eyes as Annie felt him jerk her close. It was as if thousands of tiny daggers were stabbing into her scalp. Her lips brushed against his opened zipper. The girl cried out once more, jerking her hands up, feeling her fingers pressing against that horrible bulge in his pants. She pulled away only to find Bobby tugging on her hair again, threatening to tear it from her scalp.
"UGHHHHH!"
The pain was terrible! Tears oozed from her eyes, streaking her flushed cheeks. Annie thought she was going to faint from the pain. Bobby was holding her tightly now, his fingers locked behind her skull. He was rubbing her lips over his jeans, purposely sliding them up and down over his hard cock. Did he expect her to...to put that thing in her mouth? She had heard of some girls who did that kind of thing. Some of her friends had even said that it was fun, that a girl didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. But the thought of putting that long thing in her mouth and having that white stuff shooting down her throat made her squirm in panic!
"Ohhh, baby, I'd want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck on it, but I'm so fuckin' hot I'd pop off in a sec," Bobby admitted. "No way, baby. I'm gonna shoot it in your cunt where it belongs."
Annie's ass-cheeks swiveled over the dirty burlap. She blinked away the tears, her hands hanging helplessly at her sides. Once again the girl tried backing away. Her cousin growled, swore at her, then shoved her back. Annie tensed as she saw him raising his right hand again. He let her cry a little, her tears flowing down her cheeks.
"That's it, baby, that's it," he whispered, shoving one hand down to his halved jeans and pulling out the longest, the thickest, the biggest cock in the whole world-or so the girl would have guessed.
"OH!"
Annie's mouth opened, her jaw slack as she saw a man's cock for the first time! His prick was so huge, so much bigger than she'd seen in the picture books. The big blue rope-like veins twisted around his meaty cock, throbbing with lust as he advanced toward her.
"Oh, no, no, no..."
The reality of the situation crashed down on the terrified girl. She pushed her legs against the burlap, her hands pressing against her naked thighs. It was so quiet, so still, except for her cousin's hard, heavy, uneven breathing and her stifled moans.
"Yeah, baby, it's gonna happen, really happen, Annie. I'm gonna fuck you."
The young girl shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes wide, focused on his fat hard-on. The brightness of his eyes increased, became as steady as the stare of a hungry sewer rat.
"NO!"
As she trembled, terrified, he smiled, happy at her terror, taking pride in her confusion, indecision. Bobby could see that behind her fear was real excitement, curiosity, wonder at what it would be like to be fucked by his prick. He could see all this in her face and smiled even more broadly than before. This was gonna be one hell of a night! What a way to top off a good dinner!
"Oh, help me, help..."
It was a stupid move, one that angered Bobby again. He drew his hand up higher, then brought it down. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself up into a ball, his fingers slapped against her cheek. The report of that blow and her quavering outcry echoed through the large empty barn.
"Ooooooohhhhh!"
The force of the slap made Annie's head snap violently to the left, her hair washing over her face while her body jerked to one side. Her flesh jiggled. The girl felt her head throb, a strange buzzing sound something like the hum of milking machines filling her head.
"Bitch!" he whispered.
Annie whimpered back. The smell of the barn was in her nostrils. Yes, she was a bitch, a bitch fit to be fucked in the dirty straw that crunched under her. And her cousin was going to fuck her savagely without any remorse, without having a guilty conscience. And yet somehow that knowledge struck a peculiar feeling in her, one that the girl never would have guessed existed inside. She wrinkled her forehead, feeling some odd sensation rising in her. What on earth was happening?
"Come on."
The young girl was vaguely aware of a sexual thrill building in her, one that she couldn't understand. No one in her class had ever talked about this, had even hinted at it. Pleasure and pain? Of course there were all those dirty, awful jokes about women getting off on whips and chains...that sort of thing giggled about in bathrooms and bedrooms. But nobody ever did that sort of thing...really, or did they? Was it possible that those terrible jokes had their roots in reality? Annie shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Was it possible she was one of those women who actually enjoyed men abusing her, hurting her?
"UGH!"
The thought was too repulsive, too awful for her to think of. She watched Bobby push down his pants, sliding his tight-fitting dirty jeans down to his knees. Annie saw his fat, hairy, leathery balls swing out at the base of his prick. His cock was so thick and long! The cherry color of the tip of his cock glowed like the heated end of a branding iron. His fat balls hung down, cradled in the wrinkled leathery flesh that now drew up tight to his crotch. For an instant Annie wished she had a knife, a butcher's knife. Then she'd cut off those balls so he couldn't torment her like this!
"You'll want this all the time, Annie. When I get through with you, you'll want to fuck all the time," Bobby whispered, grinding his teeth.
"You...you don't know what you're doing to me! Please, Bobby, I promise I won't tell anyone..."
"We gone too far for it, baby. Can't back down now. Man, I'd be jackin' off half the night thinkin' about you layin' like this."
It was true. They had gone too far. She knew Bobby would have to see this thing through. And she too would have to go through with it. And then that feeling, that wonderful sensation of being overpowered, of being forced to submit washed over her again. Something had happened to her, had changed her attitude the moment his trousers had slid to the floor. She had seen his cock and felt the heat in her cunt explode. Suddenly Annie wanted to touch that thing jutting out like a pole, wanted to take, his prick in her hands and touch his cock, feel his prick. Her pussy pulsed with a wild throbbing as she lay there on the burlap.
"No, no." Annie was crying more to herself, trying to stop those terrible feelings.
She sobbed, her back pressed against the wall, her fists clenched and shoved against her soft thighs. She couldn't allow herself to feel like this. She couldn't let herself feel those forbidden sensations coursing through her cunt. It was wrong-terribly, terribly wrong!
"Oh, yeah, yeah, I can feel that cunt of yours touchin' my prick now."
Bobby was rubbing his fingers up and down his cock now, slicking the flesh with pre-cum. Annie was dizzy with terror. Her cousin was going to rape her...and something deep inside her told her she was going to enjoy it. That was the awful terror, the thing she couldn't stand to think about. She was going to like what he was about to do to her. Even the thought of him brutalizing her, of him beating her, excited the girl. Sobbing, shaking her head continuously from side to side, Annie waited for the inevitable.
"Good, hot tight pussy."
He moved closer, his big cock waving, striking his belly. Annie thought about the size of his cock and felt his prick belonged more between the hindquarters of a mule or horse. And that image, that thinking about the size of his cock made her tits swell, her nipples harden, strain itchily against her bra. A sharp spasm shot through her body, making her clit rise up from the surrounding soft juicy flesh and tingle. As more fuck juice oozed from her cunt, wetting down the narrow band of nylon that pressed against her pussylips, Bobby drew closer. The girl realized that the moment was near, the moment she had both feared and welcomed.
"Fuck it out now, baby, fuck it out," Bobby said, stepping from his jeans. He was going to fuck her.