Chapter 7
Ginger felt his cock screwing deeper and deeper into her ass. At times she jerked her knees up, spreading them apart in an attempt to make his entry easier.
Billy jabbed his cock in cruelly, enjoying the fact he was splitting her wide open. Ginger felt the pain of his slow fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass. Her belly tightened, spasming as the young stud slipped more of his ten-inch killer in her shithole.
"Uhhhhh-oh, Billy, no, no!"
Ginger felt the fat cockhead slipping up into her body, spreading her ass-hole until she thought something was tearing down there.
"Oh, man, this is great. Almost better 'n fuckin' you in the pussy, bitch. Yeah, you're real tight and hot down here!"
Ginger cried out, snapping her head from right to left. Billy was rubbing his belly up against her ass-cheeks, indicating he had nearly buried all his prickmeat into her shitter. Ginger opened her mouth once more. She could hardly believe it! He had fucked her, fucked her all the way with that horrible thing. She had been able to take it!
The girl closed her eyes, trying to imagine just what it must look like-her hanging there from the barn ceiling, her hands roped together while her cousin was standing behind her, feeding her his cockmeat. Just the thought of it sent hot, shivery ripples of delight racing through her cunt. Ginger couldn't help herself, but she wished that fat prick were in her pussy now. Oh yes, yes, there, there, and not in her ass, splitting her apart.
"Uhhhhhhh-"
Billy gripped her hard again, slowly easing back. Ginger's arms and legs spasmed, jerking out. Billy was grunting, biting the sore spot on her neck where he had bitten her before. The reverse tugging was like a big sucking mouth pulling at her guts. The vulgar, outward stretching of her ass-hole made her worry she might be shitting or something, while he was fucking her.
Ginger bit down on her lower lip. She shoved her ass back at him, seeking some relief from the obscene sucking in her ass-hole.
"Want more, eh? You don't want me pullin' out and leavin' you high and dry?"
Ginger shook her head, grinding her teeth as the prick kept its outward sliding movement. She could feel her body contracting, fitting back together behind the retreating fat prickhead. Ginger yelped, her legs kicking out again while spasms raced through her pussy, ricocheting up to her ass-hole and making the sphincters contract.
Billy grunted, slapping her ass and telling her to relax. Ginger ground her teeth again, trying desperately to make her ass muscles grow flaccid once more. The spasm was hurting her. And then Billy reached around, tweaking her clit, tugging at the blonde cunt-hairs now so very wet with her juices. The brutal move did the trick.
Another powerful spasm shot through her like a cannonball, the resulting chilly heat relaxing her muscles. "Uhhhhhhhh!"
Billy was all the way in now. Ginger could feel his wiry cockhairs tickling the stretched outer rim of her ass-hole. His fat balls pillowed up against her ass-cheeks. His hands traced her swollen outer labia, then moved up to her tits. Fucked, fucked all the way up the ass!
Her arms ached from the strain of being pulled continually by the heavy rope overhead. Only Billy's hard, heavy fucking prevented her from feeling the full pain of her awkward position.
"Uhhhhhh!"
He was doing it, achieving a regular fucking movement now. Slowly at first, then with increasing stabbing length and speed, Billy started fucking Ginger's ass-hole. Her body shivered on the rope with each forward fuck-thrust, gasps of air escaping from her mouth at each jolt. In and out. In and out. Soon the sliding of his prick as it moved deeper in her guts sent more of those delightful shivery thrills racing through her. It was like having a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her ass.
"Man, oh man, this is real fuckin', babe. Man, you're one hell of a hot bitch!"
Billy bit her ear, pumping his cock faster and faster. There were times when Ginger thought he would fall from the crate. She heard his feet slipping around, felt his hot, pumping breath against the back of her neck.
"Ohhhhh-"
How that strange fullness in her shitter excited her!
His cock seemed to be going deeper and deeper. Ginger let out another groan, her cries shuddering deep in her chest. The head of his prick seemed to go up, filling her until she thought it would come out her mouth! Ginger thought her belly would swell to the bursting point.
And still she took his fucking, her body jerking and twitching like a speared fish. In spite of the pain, in spite of the degradation, Ginger knew she had to have that cock up her ass now. As horrible as it might seem, the fucking had triggered some weird need in her. And as his cock sawed hotly tnrough her ass-flesh, spreading her ass-cheeks wider and wider, the drl knew she had to have that ass fucking as much as she had to have air!
Billy shoved forward hard again, sawing back and forth. He increased his cockstrokes in speed until Ginger through her shitter would catch fire from the friction. The ramming length and speed increased, knocking her body more violently back and forth against the rope. Heat was slicing into her stiff little clit.
Ginger ground her thighs backward, wishing there were something in her cunt, something that would ease the hot pressure building around her clit. That emptiness was in its own way more torment than the ropes and beatings she had had to endure.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Ginger couldn't take much more. The cunty feeling was building quickly. She knew she would be climaxing soon, with or without something in her cunt. The leather thongs were chafing her wrists badly now, as perspiration ran down the sides of her face and tits. She grunted with the effort of keeping up with her cousin's fuckstrokes. Billy stopped at times, striking her across the ass, then pinching her ass-flesh until she squeaked. It would only be then that he'd start his fucking again.
"Fuck it out, bitch! Come on, fuck it out, shove that ass back!"
Ginger panted, her mind empty of all thought. She knew she was being ass fucked, fucked hard and fast. Her cunt was reacting so strongly, so wildly. She didn't care any more what was happening in her shitter. The fat, rigid bar of shoving cock in her ass seemed to swell up.
"Nooooo!"
"Yeah, baby, pop it! Come on, pop it out! You know you're gonna cum. Don't hold back on me, you fuckin' slut! Let it out!"
Rutting like a mare in heat, the girl let out a sharp cry the moment Billy shoved two fingers in her cunt. She was so excited she nearly pissed on his hand. He twisted them around, shoving them in until they were knuckle-deep. Her cunt muscles cinched down on the invaders, nearly pulling his fingers out of joint.
Billy laughed, pushing them in deeper, rubbing his callused thumb up against her clit at the same time. Ginger cried out in despair, kicking her legs out and feeling his fat fuckrod slipping into her ass. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes, hoping to bring both herself and her cousin off.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Man, thataway, baby. Thataway! Yeah, move that butt, move that ass!"
Billy grunted, ramming his cock deep into her ass. Ginger thought she could feel her skin tearing. She bounced up and down, her wrists hurting wildly now from the constant rubbing of the restraints against her flesh.
"Fuck it out, baby, gonna-uhhhh-gonna cum now!"
There was a moment when Billy stopped again. Then she heard his breathing increase rapidly and catch. He was going to shoot. She knew he was going to shoot! She screamed, her shrill cries mixing with his grunts. She could feel him squirting up her ass. He was cumming inside her, shooting that thick load of jizz up into her bowels.
Ginger let out a wild cry of joy, the thick, spurting masses of jism burning into her with a vengeance. She convulsed, her dangling body bouncing around, jerking against the restraining rope.
"Baby, that's the way. Feedin' my cock up your ass. Can you feel the jizz, bitch."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Ginger couldn't talk. All words failed her. She could feel herself nearing that second of madness. She was poised, teetering, her clit throbbing and beating like a feverish wound. The tension was awful in her belly. The golden ball of sexual arousal was taking her breath away. The girl let out another cry, wanting that prick to stay in her ass all the time as she came and came and came. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Billy mashed her tits under his fingers, clawing at the nipples while more thick white jizz spurted into her fuck-hole. Ginger felt the whole world crash into her mind. She was cumming, yelping and screaming and twisting while snapping her body back against Billy's. It was a hard, hot cum, one that brought stinging sensations to her clit. She was kicked back, nearly upending the crate her cousin was standing on. Billy remained with her through her violent cum, hunching into the girl, clutching hard at her nipples.
"Yaghghgh!"
The violence her body was doing to itself took her breath away. The climax just wasn't slackening off. The girl kept feeling the wonderful itchy, throbbing aches race through her again and again.
Billy started pulling out right in the middle of her spasms. Ginger went wild, begging him to stay.
"No, no, don't! Oh, Billy, don't do it, don't pull out, please!"
It was incredible! She was actually begging him to keep fucking her in the ass. Now she wanted that cock to stay up her ass-hole until the whole incredible process of her cum was finished.
The withdrawing cock paused for a moment, as if Billy were considering what to do. Then it drew back farther.
Ginger wept. The movement disrupted the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many signals up her spine. Her overheated brain shattered. She fought wildly to keep the cock up her ass-hole.
"Can't stay here all night, no matter what you fuckin' want," Billy said dryly.
"No, not-uhhhh-not all night. Just-oh more fuck, more fuck-more-uhhhhhhh!"
Billy had made up his mind. While she hung there jerking and convulsing in the middle of her climax, the young stud pulled the wide flare of his cockheat out from her shitter.
Ginger ground her teeth, silently cursing her cousin. Her ass-hole still fluttered, clutching at nothing. Ginger jerked and twitched, kicking her legs around, trying to grind her ass-cheeks against one another to pinch off the still mind-blowing orgasm. How awfully she was behaving, especially in front of her sadistic cousin. But he had touched something in her, pulled some trigger that set her off this way. "Uhhhhh!"
Slowly, Ginger straightened her arms as the teen felt her climax relaxing, growing less and less violent. She blinked away the tears, her clit throbbing less and less.
Now the girl could feel something wet and warm dribbling down the backs of her legs. Billy's cum, oozing from her shitter. She shivered, hunching her shoulders up as much as she could. The hanging weight of her body seemed to pull more painfully at her wrists now. She hoped, twisting her head around, that Billy was through with her.
"Yeah, bitch, that was good, fuckin' good. Ain't had a fuck like that all damned year!"
Ginger felt her toes brushing the floor. Her whole body started sagging. She was relaxing completely now, the tension of the climax having given way to a kind of golden glow. Still, she had wished Billy had kept his cock in longer. She felt deserted, hanging there, empty, cum dripping from her shitter. How nice it would have been to have her cousin still there, his body pressing against hers, his cock up her ass!
"The old lady's gonna be home pretty fuckin' soon. Can't have her and the old man seein' you like this," Billy said.
He stood up on the crate once more, unfastening the thongs strapped to her wrists. Ginger felt them suddenly release her. She tried to stand up. But all she had suffered had taken the strength from her. She crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap, curling into a fetal position as Billy pulled the rope down and stored it back in the cabinet.
"Come on. Can't stay in here all night like some fuckin' dog."
He raised her from the floor, gathering her clothes together and dressed her. Ginger thought at times he was going to fuck her again. She felt his fingers lingering around her cunt. But no, he was apparently concerned about his parents discovering them this way.
Somehow, Ginger managed to get out of the barn on her own. One foot after the other. Sucking in a deep breath, Ginger shuffled up the porch stairs, pushing the hair from her eyes. Behind her, she could hear Billy running.
She turned, stretching out one arm to steady herself against the porch pillar. Billy stood below her, panting, his hands on his hips.
"You don't say word one about this, understand? You do, and I'm gonna make you pay, and in spades, understand?" he said, pointing a warning finger at her.
Ginger shook her head. "No, I won't say anything. I'm as guilty as you. Just leave me alone."
She thought about a shower, about the bed, about the safety of her room. Dragging her shadow upstairs, Ginger thought also about the way Billy had mistreated her and about how she had loved it. The more he threw at her, the more she was able to take. It had been a wild game and she loved playing it.
"God!"
Throwing herself across her bed, Ginger gathered the coverlet in her fingers, pressing one cheek against the mattress.
"My name is Ginger Hathaway. My name is Ginger Hathaway!"
Again and again, the girl repeated this until sleep finally overtook her. It had been a wild day. And for all she knew, there would be many that would follow.
The next day, Ginger walked timidly into the kitchen, hoping she wouldn't find her cousin Billy there. An empty plate and pushed-back chair indicated he had just left.
Aunt Helen was singing softly to herself, washing off several used breakfast dishes in the sink. Bright sunlight streamed in through the half-opened windows, brightening the already cheery kitchen. It all looked so-normal! It was difficult for Ginger to believe the horror she had endured had occurred only a few feet from where she stood.
"Oh, there you are, dear. My, you're sleeping late now. Can't have too much of that, you know. This is a farm, and we rise early," her aunt chided, setting Ginger's place. "But you can be forgiven. Billy says you and he talked a good deal last night about Family. That's good, Family's so important, you know. I've even thought about doing some genealogy on my own. Milk, dear?"
Ginger could hardly concentrate on what her aunt was saying. She ate her meal quietly, feeling like a zombie. It was when her aunt said something about Billy taking her out this evening that Ginger started, putting down her fork and staring at the woman.
"I'm sorry. What, Aunt Helen?"
"Oh, well, dear, he said you two had so much fun the other night he was going to take you out-probably to the movies or something. He wasn't all that specific. But, you know, there's not that much to do out here that's worth mentioning."
"Oh, no, I couldn't impose. He's-I mean, I don't really feel like going out and-"
Ginger's protests were broken by the sound of the screen door squeaking open. It was Billy coming in, his t-shirt soaked with sweat.
Wiping his forehead with the back of one hand, he sauntered over to the sink, never taking his eyes off Ginger. The girl felt as if she were being pinned to the seat and she finished her meal in silence.
"Ginger says she might not feel like going out with you tonight, Billy. That would be a shame."
"Yeah, a real shame."
He put down the water glass with a loud crack. Ginger jumped in her chair at the sound. She knew that was a warning.
"Well, maybe for a little while."
"Why, that's nice, dear. Now you see, just a little persuasion goes a long way." no
"Yeah, that's all she needs. Just a little persuasion." Ginger shuddered.