Paul Gable - Cousin in bondage

"Stop it! Take that thing away from me!"

Patty backed away from her cousin Jack, her eyes wide with terror. He was holding his stiff eight-inch cock in one hand. Black cock hairs bristled around the opened fly while his balls rested on the faded blue material of his halved Levi's. He was smiling savagely at her, his white teeth contrasting sharply against his black moustache. The teenaged blonde was trembling as she watched his fingers work slowly back and forth over the thickly-veined outer skin of his cock. He was lubing his cock down with the clear fluid oozing from his piss-slit.

"Come on, Patty, you need a good hot fuck with this mother," Jack snarled, his face contorted with lust.

"Ohhh, no"

Her voice sounded so small, lost in the barn that the two of them were in. Patty backed up a little more, her sandals slipping on the loose straw covering the dirt floor. The smell of stale piss hung in the thick, hot air like perfume. Her eyes darted about, searching for an escape. But the only way out was the big double door that was now locked shut behind her cousin.

"You came in here hopin' to find me, right, Patty? You didn't want to talk. You wanted to fuck. Well, you're gonna get it now," Jack said, his voice growing thick and raspy.

"No. It's a mistake!"

Patty felt her flesh crawl while at the same time her chest tightened. What she was feeling wasn't all unpleasurable. In fact, if the girl were completely honest with herself, there was a lot of pleasure in her sensations. For the past two weeks since she'd come to visit with her aunt and uncle out here in Oberlin, Ohio, Patty had been eyeing Jack, hoping he'd notice and at the same time praying that he wouldn't. Oh, he was so different from the guys at school who were always trying to get into her pants. So big, so muscular, so silent, and yet how his body radiated vitality, masculinity at every turn! It made her cunt grow all hot and mushy and swollen just to watch him working with his shirt off, his tanned flesh rippling with muscles as he drove the tractor. She watched as he got off and winked playfully at her.

"Come on, baby. Come on and take that fuckin' dress off. It's too hot to wear clothes in here," Jack said, his lips curling up in a sardonic smile.

It was hot. Patty felt sweat trickling down her back, making her clothes stick uncomfortably to her flesh. Still backing away, Patty crossed her arms protectively over her tits, digging her finger tips into her skin as Jack advanced. He wasn't going to touch her he wasn't. No! She had to protect her cherry, to save her virginity for her husband. That's what her mother and father had always told her. Time and time again her parents insisted that only "bad" girls let men take advantage of them. Once they were "ruined", men would never take them seriously. In the days of the so-called sexual revolution, Patty Weatherford's parents could still convince their daughter that this was gospel truth no matter what her friends at school said. Protected, sheltered all her life, the pretty slim-hipped blonde believed her parents.

But then she met Jack and all her thoughts changed. When she went to bed at night, how she tried not to think of him! How she tried to keep her hands from edging down her flat belly, pushing through the thicket of her blonde cunt hairs, searching for her swelling cuntlips. And then, oh, when she touched her cuntlips, she arched her back, whispering Jack's name, pretending he was touching her or doing something much worse with his cock! How her body trembled when she whispered the word "cock". Her buttocks slapped against the mattress while her fingers plowed in and out of her virgin pussy.

While wanting him to touch her, Patty at the same time despised herself for thinking that. So she struggled, wanting to flirt, feeling guilty when she did, and finally doing nothing. Until today.

"Leave me alone or I'll scream," Patty threatened, backing up against the stall wall.

Jack laughed softly, his head shaking from side to side. "Nobody's home. Mom's out shoppin' in town while dad's checkin' fences on the south forty. Guess that just leaves you and me."

Patty felt panic rush through her. Of course she'd known no one was at home. She had sat in her upstairs bedroom watching Jack walk into the barn. She sat there, listening to the creepy silence of the big house that seemed to be deafening, sat there, listening to her heart beating like a drum while her pussylips curled because of he growing sexual heat. Finally she couldn't stead it. She had to find him, talk to him, do something to relieve the tension building in her cunt. Would she let him touch her? No, of course not! Or so she told herself over and over again as she crossed the deserted farmyard and slowly opened the double doors.

What she found inside surprised her a little. There was Jack, bare-backed as usual, bent over while rolling something in a thin white sheet of paper. It didn't take her long to realize the young farm boy was getting some grass ready to smoke. Her little cry of surprise startled him at first. One thing led to another, however, and soon Patty found herself on the defensive.

"Go on, baby, go on and stare at it. It's what you've been wantin' to do for a long time. This thing's gonna be shovin' inside you pretty fuckin' soon, so take a good look at it."

Patty swallowed hard. She'd seen pictures of a man's erection in various books, and some of her girlfriends had told her what a boy's cock looked like when aroused. Once or twice, or dates, she'd felt a boy's dick through his pants. But always she jerked her hand away, slapping the offender hard and swearing never to date him again.

"Nice, eh?"

Jack was rocking back and forth on his heels, still sliding his fingers back and forth on his prick. Yes, his cock looked nice. She wet her dry lips, trying to tear her eyes off the big prick and finding herself unable to do so. His cock was so huge, so thick, so meaty! How could something that big go inside her?

"Now, Patty, now."

She closed her eyes. Her heart seemed to stop. She clenched and unclenched her fists as she felt more sweat trickling down her back and over her thunderous thirty-six-inch tits. Her knees were shaking.

"No!"

Her scream echoed in the barn as Jack grabbed her hard around the wrists and drew her violently against him. She could feel his cock pressing against her thighs through the thin cotton material of her dress. Groaning, Patty twisted in his tight grip, feeling his fingertips bruising her flesh.

"Gonna fuck you 'til you can't piss for a fuckin' week," he growled.

"Let me go. I'll tell your father. Oh, I swear I will, I'll"

Jack snorted out a laugh, then shut her up by cementing his lips to hers roughly. Patty's eyes stayed wide open for several more seconds while her struggles became more violent. The force of his kiss was tremendous, making her lips flatten back against her teeth while his tongue tried to slide into her mouth. She twisted around, bringing up one knee to his groin. Jack was ready. Turning slightly and avoiding the knee jab, he forced his tongue against her teeth. Slowly, reluctantly, the girl gave way.

"Ohhhhh!"

He was brutal, violent, overpowering, exactly what Patty secretly wanted. She found herself giving in, opening her mouth, letting his tongue slide in. His hands worked over her flesh, moving around her waist and down to her ass. He was touching her in places she had never let anyone touch before! It was all so new, so exciting. The blonde teen didn't have the nerve or strength to stop him. Patty hunched back, groaning into his mouth when she felt him gathering up the material of her dress until he was fingering the naked rounded bottoms of her asscheeks.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh" Jack groaned, pulling away and licking the spit off his chin.