Chapter 18
Sally avoided Tony studiously and it wasn't until they were ready to go back and she had put on her bathing suit that she even talked to him.
"Be a sport, Sis," he entreated her. "I'm hurting for a little pussy."
Sally Jean sniffed at him. He was just getting what he deserved and she told him so.
"You could try to be charitable. Come on. Ride back with me while we talk it over."
She looked at him sitting on the horse and thought it over and then nodded. It was as good a time, she thought, as any to get some things straight with her snotty brother.
Tony got off the horse and helped her up on it. She was surprised. Tony hadn't even taken the opportunity to sneak a quick feel. And then he got up behind her and turned the animal and started it trailing after their cousins.
The other three boys were having a good time, laughing and joking up ahead.
"About our talk," Sally started to say with grim determination in her voice.
"Gee, Sis," Tony said, interrupting her, "you've sure got a soft, cuddly ass."
He had edged forward until his hard penis was squeezed up against her rear and Sally Jean could feel it rubbing against her buttocks as they rode. She inched up to get away from it and get the conversation back to practical matters-like how he was going to act around her in the future if he ever wanted anymore nooky.
Tony just edged up a little, too. And then there was nowhere to go because Sally Jean's pussy was pressed hard against the bony lump of the horse's shoulder and it would hurt like crazy if she moved further forward-even if she could stay there. Besides, then she'd be on the horse's neck and that would be an impossible position to ride in.
"Stop that," she snapped at her brother and tried to push him back.
It didn't work, though. Tony just stonewalled her efforts and shoved back. .
Sally Jean felt a familiar tingling start in her body about that time. Her twat was rubbing against the shoulder bone on the horse's back and it felt good-as anything rubbing against her twat always seemed to feel. She lost some of her anger in the pleasure she experienced straddling that horse's shoulder and feeling the heated sexual reactions start rising in her pussy. This is shameful, she tried to tell herself. But it didn't change anything.
And then Tony's arms were wrapped around her body and he was holding her tits in his hands, squeezing gently and working on them with his fingers until Sally Jean was breathing hard. She realized that he certainly knew how to manipulate her.
But that didn't mean she was going to give in.
Resolutely, she leaned back against his chest and let his hands roam over her breasts and down to her wet cunny. She didn't care if he put his hand down there or not. The horse's bony shoulder ridge was keeping her twat in a state of constant excitement.
Looking down, she could see the wet spot spreading over the crotch of her yellow bikini swim panties. My gosh, she thought, I'm even being turned on by a horse.
But she didn't think about that long. Tony still had one of his hands on her breasts. His fingers felt through the light material of her swim suit bra and caught the rigid nipple and began to tweak and squeeze it. When it was hard and swollen, his hand moved to the other one and it seemed to Sally her tits were in a state of constant turmoil.
Only what was really distracting her was his other hand. That had slid down her back between their two bodies and she swore that it felt like Tony had pulled his penis out of his trunks and that it was naked flesh pressing against her behind.
And then she felt him stripping her bathing suit panties down over her ass.
"Don't do that, Tony," she snapped. "Stop fucking around that way."
Her brother ignored her. His hand continued to play with her bosom and then he had the waist band of her swim suit down over her buttocks and Sally Jean knew she was riding with her ass sticking out naked. It rubbed against Tony's belly for a moment and that felt nice too. But she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
Then she felt his cockhead nudge up against her butt and suddenly Sally Jean was frightened. "No," she cried. "Don't do that, Tony. Please don't even try it."
She tried to get off the horse. But there was no place for her feet to grab hold and Tony was stronger than she was. He lifted her up slightly and she felt the chilling probe of his cock against the tight ring of her asshole. He spit and it seemed there was moisture trickling down the crack of her behind, and then he was lowering her slowly but resolutely.
"Aiiiiieeeee," Sally screamed as she felt a cock going into her virgin rectum for the very first time. She repeated her scream as she felt his penis worming into her tight opening, and then she collapsed forward, trying to get away from her brother.
That did no good, though. Leaning forward over the horse's neck pressed her pussy even harder against the bone centered above the horse's shoulder. And it exposed her asshole in perfect position for what Tony wanted to do.
Holding his sister tightly, Tony jabbed hard against her and was rewarded by the feeling of his big prick shoving up her hot, greasy asshole. It felt great, as he suspected it would, and he did it again, sliding even further into her tight, rear hole.
"Don't, Tony," Sally murmured. She was weak from the terrible sensations that buffeted her body. It seemed to her that the horse had sprouted a cock under her soft, puffy cunt and was driving that up her defenseless pussy at the same time that Tony shoved his penis in her ass. Her legs were weak and watery feeling. She felt as if she was undergoing nonstop orgasms that shot through her body and crotch and up to her breasts where they were being milked out by his always moving hand and fingers.
The worst part was his cock, though. It burned in her asshole like a hot match. She was so sore she couldn't move. She felt like she was being torn open and would never be able to grow back together again. And every time Tony moved even a little, his pecker shafted her ass some more. "No," she moaned. "Don't do that, Tony...."
But Tony wasn't paying any attention to his stuck up sister anymore. His cock was ready and willing for what he was doing. He'd been getting hard all morning watching his miss smart-bitch sister getting cock from all her cousins-and now it was his turn.
He slipped his other hand back around her, body and caught one of her breasts in each hand. His fingers worked under the soft material and he played with her swollen nipples until they were as hard as he thought they could ever become. And then Tony squeezed and using her tits as handles, he began to fuck himself with his sister's asshole.
Sally Jean whimpered and moaned and even cried at first. Tony pulled her back and up against his chest and each movement shot his cock deeper into her greasy rectum. But some of the pain started going away. And then she slithered her cunt against the horse's bony shoulder and almost fainted with the pleasure that lanced through her.
She could barely believe it was happening. She was soaring and the pain in her butt disappeared to a dull ache that gradually turned to pleasure. It was ecstasy. Every move elicited a cry of joy from her lips. Her brother was fucking her in the asshole. Degrading her. And yet she was crying with tears of pleasure.
Their cousins had gotten way ahead of them and Tony began kicking the horse to make it trot to catch up.
Tony's movements set bells to ringing through Sally Jean's body. She felt each kick come up his leg and end in the form of a stiff jolt of his prick end in her rectum. It was like having electricity shot into her swampy pussy.
She couldn't restrain herself. Desperately, Sally put her hand down to her crotch and began to finger her mushy pussy. She gasped and sighed with delight as her fingers slid into her hole and twisted and turned and stroked the heated inside of her cunt.
That and the trotting of the horse was lifting Sally Jean from one orgasm to another in a continuous cycle of coming. Tony's pecker jolted up her asshole again and again. Each time it made her insides convulse with undeterred pleasure. She loved it. She pushed back to get more of that wonderful cock up her fanny. It was what she wanted.
"More Tony," she groaned. "Give me more cock. Shove it up my ass. Squeeze my tits. That's the way, baby brother." She twirled her finger in her own twat and sighed with pent-up pleasure as it seemed to her that she was going to explode at any moment.
Tony clung tightly to her and jabbed his cock in and out of her asshole faster and faster and faster. He shot it in and out as if it was lubricated with butter instead of spit.
Sally Jean cried out like she was being torn apart. Her insides were burning. She was blistered in her asshole for life. She knew she was torn open.
And then Tony's fingers clawed closed around her titties and a new dimension was added to her orgasm. Pain shot through her body and became streaks of pleasure. Arrows of joy lanced into her pussy and crotch and butt and titillated her titties.
"Oh, God, don't stop, Tony," she begged. "Please don't stop...."
Tony's penis stuffed her rear chute full to overflowing and then some. And still his pecker swelled and grew and stretched in her hot butt and rubbed her walls and swelled some more until she thought she'd burst around it. And then Tony couldn't hold back any longer and Sally Jean felt the hot wash of his semen enema blowing up her butt and starting the cauldron boiling in her asshole.
Sally was crying and sobbing and moaning wildly as she felt her insides explode. It was too much for the girl and she fainted into blissful unconsciousness.