I was reaching for it myself when he lifted his hips, settled himself in a better position over my upraised cunt, and drove his cock home. He fucked just like he did everything else... mean!
There was no gentle teasing around my cunt, like other guys did, no givin' it just a little to get it ready for what was to come, no inching it in. He just drove it all the way up my cunt with all the strength he had, then started fucking like he was in a hurry to go some place. And it hurt!
I'd had bigger peckers, I reekon... I just couldn't remember when! And he used his like he was afraid it was gonna fall off. Like this was gonna be his last piece. Like a bull mounts a randy cow. That was how he fucked.
As he rammed his pecker at me with all he had, pushing it right up to my tonsils, his teeth bit down hard on the nipple I was feeding him. It sent a fearsome pain through my body. Biting my bottom lip as I felt the pain ripple through me, I let my knocker go and clawed at his back with the nails of both hands. It only made him give me more of the same.
His teeth just dug deeper into my nipple, like he was trying to chew it off, and the hand he had under my ass tightened brutally on the soft, smooth flesh. His pecker banged into me so hard that I could feel the hard bony place at the top of his groin smashing itself against the little hill above my cunt. His mouth made funny grunting noises around my tit. He was starting to sweat.
Those big nuts of his were swinging in against the naked orbs of my ass with each inward push of his big pecker, and my naked skin made a little squeaking noise as it rubbed against the straw. My cunt ached dully, like it was going to be split by the big rod he was prying it with, and I heard myself begging him to slow down.
"You don't want it slow, bitch," he said, lifting his head from my breast and ramming me hard with his pecker, holding it all the way in me as he said it. "Girl like you wants it fast. Wants it so's she can get a lot. Wants it hard. A hard and proper fucking, that's all a girl of your kind wants!"
"And he kept right on giving me one."
I threw my legs across his back, just above his ass, trying to slow him down. He just pumped it faster, and I could feel him sweating against my naked tits. His hand moved my ass around beneath him. I felt it starting to get good to me. It sure enough wasn't no fault of his... but it was getting good!
I tightened my legs around him — a little trick that shortened the strokes of his pecker — and I let my own hips take up the motions of fucking, sort of revolving in little bumps and grinds beneath him, letting my cunt lift and fall to get a good taste of the pecker he was feeding it.
He had quit biting on my nipple and had pressed his face in the little dip below my throat, but the ache was still pounding in the tip of my knocker. Only it ached in a crazy kind of good way, like it does when it's gettin' a little loving. My cunt was feeling that dull ache, too, thumping and pounding all crazy-like, the way it does when I'm getting all stewed up and ready to come.
And then Pa grunted like a stallion breeding a favorite mare, shoved his pecker at me so hard I felt myself move backward on the straw, and came. He pulled it out while he was still dripping. A few drops fell on my belly, just above my cunt, and a few more left a wet place on my dress. He flopped over on his back, beside me on the straw. I laughed at him. Laughed like a maniac.
"Pa," I said, just as slow and as spiteful as I could, "you're a lousy fuck!" Then I laughed again.
"Just you wait and see," he said. "I ain't got started yet. I ain't done with you yet — just you wait and see."
"I'll wait," I said. "I'll sure enough do that."
I closed my eyes and waited.
I smiled to myself as I listened to him breathing heavy beside me. I'd done just what I'd set out to do. I'd made the pious old bastard do the same thing he'd been tormentin' me about these past three years. I'd made him do it — and it would haunt the better-than-thou old son of a bitch the rest of his days. At least, I hoped it would. Three years, he'd made me suffer... God! It seemed like a century!
And it had started right here. Right in this very barn. Only it was good that time. And different. And it was more by accident than anything else. No... not by accident. More out of curiosity, I guess. At least on my part. Who can say what made Clay do his part in what we did...?
Clay was my older brother, seventeen then, to my fourteen, and I thought he could walk on water. I followed him around like a puppy. When he'd letter me, that is. He was tall and long, with a proud way of carrying himself, and there ain't no doubt at all he was the handsomest boy anywhere around Piney. I wasn't the only girl followed him around, I can tell you. Maybe I was wantin' the same thing as the rest of 'em, I don't know. But if I was wantin' to be laid by him, I'd never admitted it to myself. Not until the day it happened.
I was standing at the pasture fence, leaning over with my elbows on the top railing, when Clay came up behind me. I knew he was there but I didn't pay him any mind. I was watching King, Pa's big red stud, as he tried to mount one of the three mares we owned. Then Clay goosed me, way up between my legs.
"Don't do that, Clay!" I yelled, turning and almost falling backward. He grinned at me.
"Ain't we touchy today, Pearlie May," he said, using my middle name like he always did. "You got somethin' up there that wasn't there last week?" He slapped me on the butt... hard!
"Ouch! You just ain't supposed to touch girls... there." We'd always kidded around, wrestled, stuff like that, but recently I'd been trying to avoid those kind of things... for a simple reason. It gave me that kind of feeling I got when I necked with a boy, and it left me feeling empty when it was over.
"Hell, you're my sister. I seen everything you've got," Clay said. That was the truth; we'd shared a bed until I was twelve. He looked at me sort of funny, then said, "Of course, you're gettin' a helluva lot more of it. Hey! You're even gettin' titties!"
"I've got titties," I corrected, standing so the round little swells poked out against my thin green dress. "In case you ain't noticed, I've got more than that Sue Watson you're always sniffing around." I blushed as soon as I realized what I'd said.
"Hey! You sound almost like you're jealous," he said, then he ran his eyes up and down my body. He shook his head like he was passing judgment on me, then said, "You ought to do a better job of paddin', though. Any fool can see you're wearing falsies."
I knew he was just poking fun at me, the way he was forever doing, but still I said, "Do they feel like falsies?" And taking his hand, I placed it on my tit. With that one stupid, childish move, I ruined both our lives.
He jerked his hand away like I'd burned him, and his eyes gave me a look I'd never seen in them. I knew right off that I'd given him the hots, and it somehow prodded me into teasing him about it.
"Do they feel false?" I asked.
"No, they ain't false," he said, sort of choking on the words. He looked away, then looked back again, and his eyes kept dropping to my tits. "Seems like my sister's done turned into a woman."
It gave me a hot feeling just knowing he'd think of me as a woman. Clay could have had most any girl he wanted, yet here he was staring at my tits like he wanted me. Just before he turned his back and leaned on the fence, I saw that his pecker was hard. He did want me. It gave me a crazy sort of thrill.
"Won't be too long before half the boys in Piney'll be hanging around the house," he said. "Tryin' to mount you like old King's trying to mount that mare."
I saw that the stallion was on the mare, biting her neck as he tried to breed her. I felt a crazy urge to show Clay that I was the woman he'd said I was, that I was no baby.