J T Watson

Hot piece cousin

CHAPTER ONE

"Jesus," Dirk Donalds said softly. "Dad told me you were an old maid."

Sherry Murphy could fed his eyes touching her as she stood up. She'd been trying to milk the cow but it was the first time in her life she'd ever tried, and she wasn't doing very well. She brushed a strand of honey-blond hair back from her forehead and gave Dirk an exasperated look. "Well I'm not," she said.

"I can see that," he said, leering.

He'd been shocked when he had first walked into the barn and seen the woman bent over on the milking stool. She was nothing like he'd expected. He'd expected his cousin to look matronly, but there was nothing matronly about her. She looked about twenty-five and she was built. Her breasts pushed out at her pullover blouse and her jeans were just tight enough to reveal the outlines of her panties.

Her intelligent face was a mixture of innocence and education, as if she knew all about sex from books but had never tried it for real.

Dirk felt an aching between his legs and he knew he was going to have to try this pretty thing out.

"There's a trick to that," he said, pointing at the bucket. "Would you like for me to show you?"

Sherry was vet aware of all the things she'd heard about farm boys and barns. She gave an involuntary glance at the hayloft and she shivered. She wanted to run away but she controlled her impulse. She knew she had to learn to handle this guy quickly, or she'd never be able to live on the farm.

"Yes," she said softly. "I know I must seem foolish to you, but I've never lived on a farm before. I've always been big city. But Uncle Tim just made this place seem so inviting I couldn't turn down his summer invite."

"It's okay," Dirk said. "A lot of people don't know how to milk cows. You have to massage those tits just right."

Sherry felt herself blush right down to her feet. He wasn't looking at the cow when he said that. He was looking at her blouse. Again she had to fight an impulse to run away.

It was funny but she'd never had any problems with the city men. She'd not dated that much in her twenty-four years and most of the men had been very nice. Gentlemanly. She'd never had a man look at her like Dirk did.

She backed away as Dirk came near. He grinned at her as he sat down on the milking stool. His hands worked quickly and she watched the bucket being filled with white squirts. Dirk got it half-filled and then he stood up.

"Sit down," he said. "I'll show you how."

"That's all right," she said quickly. "I think I've got the idea."

"Sit down," he said.

He took a step toward her and Sherry sat down quickly. He was a frightening seventeen-year-old with big, brawny arms and hands that made three of hers. The way he spoke left little room for refusal.

His powerful arms went around her shoulders. He grasped her hands and began to direct her in the milking process. In a few minutes she got the rhythm but still he didn't take his arms from around her.

"You've got to have the right rhythm for milking," he said. "You've got to squeeze just right."

His big hands left her own and cupped her breasts. At first she couldn't believe it. His hands actually squeezed her softly with the same pumping movements he'd given the cow.

"Please don't do that," she pleaded softly.

"Why not?" he asked. "It feels good. These pretty tits need squeezing now and then."

"No," she said. "Nobody's ever touched me there before. Please don't do that."

He laughed and the sound of his laughter made her feel weak and sick. She panicked. She pushed herself away from him and slapped his face as hard as she could. Her tiny hand left five red welts across his cheek.

Immediately she was sorry. She thought she should have taken the soft approach to the situation, should have tried to talk to him. She knew she couldn't talk to him now. His steel-blue eyes had a fierce anger in them.

"Bitch," he said savagely.

She never saw his hand coming but she felt it. His heavy fist slammed her backward. He had bit her in the mouth and she tasted blood. He had split her lip slightly. She moved backward quickly, dodging the cow, and trying to get out of his way. His strong fingers wrapped around her wrist and jerked her back.

"No," she begged him. "No, don't! Please don't hit me again! Please!"

"I might not," he said, "If you're nice to me."

She was afraid of what he meant but she couldn't help being a coward. She'd always been afraid of pain and she knew Dirk was capable of really hurting her. She didn't want to make him any angrier than she had to.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Let's start with a bus," he suggested. One arm was around her waist and he tugged her closer to him. She could smell beer on his breath. She struggled weakly but she was not even close to being a match to this huge farm boy.

"Please," she said. "You're my cousin."

"That's just another reason for you to be nice to me," Dirk said.

He pinned her so tightly against him that she could hardly breathe. She could feel his heart pounding rapidly. She felt his hot beer breath against her necks his lips brushing gently against her throat.

"Nice," he said. "You're nice all over. You're nothing like I expected. I expected an old woman to cook and dean. I didn't expect a bod like yours."

"Please," she whispered.

This time his lips crushed hers and his tongue pushed at her tightly closed mouth. He wasn't having any of that. He lifted his head and stared down at her with those same empty eyes. The hand around her waist suddenly clutched her by the throat. He bent her head back until she was gasping for breath.

"Cunt," he said. "You'll do what I want. Open your Goddamned mouth!"

The pain was too much for her to take. She quickly opened her mouth as his meaty lips pressed down again. She felt his salty-tasting tongue filling her mouth. He wiggled it around until she understood that he wanted her to respond.

Tentatively she pushed her tongue against his and quickly drew it back. She didn't like the taste or feel of his tongue. His hand tightened around her throat and she started to grow faint.

She started wiggling her tongue against his frantically and the grip around her throat eased. He released her and she almost fell. She fell back a couple of steps.

"That's better," he said. "You're learning. Now climb up to the hayloft."

"No," she said.

"What?" he asked, grinning. "Are you telling me no again? I thought you were learning."

She tried one last time to get past him. She wasn't quick enough. His arm caught her around the waist and pitched her backward. She fell over the milk bucket and landed on her back in the hay. Dirk was still grinning, like he was having a wonderful time.

"Oh hell," she said softly.

She very seldom cursed except when she was really upset. Right now she knew there was no way out the door, and she couldn't outfight him. He was too strong.

He nodded at the ladder, saying, "Bitch, hurry up. I want to see that pretty ass of yours climbing the ladder. We're going to have to get you some tighter jeans. I like to watch girls in jeans climb ladders."

"Can't we talk about this?" she asked.

"There's nothing to talk about," he said. "I've got a hard cock and I want some of your pussy. That's all you need to know. Now get up the fucking ladder!"

Sherry had never heard any man use language like that in front of her, but what really frightened her was the look of intense excitement in his eyes. He rubbed one massive hand over his crotch.

"Hurry," he mid impatiently.

In another moment she could see that he was going tort violent again, if she didn't do what she was told. With a sigh, she turned to the ladder. He was right behind her as she climbed up the first few steps.

Twice she felt his fingers brushing her ass and once she gave a startled gasp as his hand slipped roughly between her legs and clutched her tightly.

"Oooooh," she said.

"Like that?" he said. "It's going to get better. You're going to love it."

She scrambled into the top of the hayloft and backed against a far wall. There was really very little room. There was small window on one side but it we too small to get through. She could only stand there and watch as he pulled his muscular form into the hayloft.

"Alone at last," he said. "Don't you like this better?"

"No," she said.

"You're going to," he assured her. "You're going to like it much better. Now take that pin out of your hair. I want to see it all soft and wavy."

She'd knotted a lot of her hair at the back and now she took the pin out. Her hair fell to her shoulders in soft, golden waves.

"That's good," he told her. "Now we're going to have a little fun, and I hope you don't forget the lesson you had downstairs."

She didn't forget. He had hurt her downstairs and he was capable of hurting her again if she didn't do exactly as he wanted. This time she didn't try to wiggle free when he crushed her to him.

Her mouth was soft and willing when he kissed her, and she opened her lips immediately to allow his fat tongue to wiggle inside.

Then an odd thing happened. She found she didn't dislike his kisses so much when she relaxed. His beer breath wasn't so bad. It simply added another flavor to his salty masculine hate. It wouldn't be so bad if all he wanted to do was kiss.

But she knew kissing wasn't all he had in mind. His broad hands dropped to her ass and he pulled her even tighter against him so that she was feeling the huge outline of his prick pressing against his trousers. This dine she did try to wiggle away but she found that wiggling only seemed to excite him more.

Finally she remained still, her lips still being bruised by his, and his club-like hands still directed the movements of her ass.

There was one thing Dirk knew and that was that he had found a gold mine in this woman. He had expected her to be cold all the way through but he had felt the gentle response of her lips when he kissed her. She hadn't been just putting up with him, she had been enjoying it.

He knew she was a hot one and he could get a gold mine of pleasure from her if he treated her right. A boy on the farm gets plenty of pussy to practice on.

He released her again but only for a moment. He wept her off her feet and placed her on her back in the soft hay. He saw the pleading look in her eyes and this excited him even morn. He had seen such a look on a deer he'd tapped once.

He wondered if her titties would look as good without the covering. He ran his hands beneath her blouse and cupped the firm mounds. Damn, she was wearing a bra. She started fitting him again.

One of her hands clawed for his face and he caught her wrist. He bent it backward until she sobbed in pain. He released her and slapped her face lightly about a dozen times. Tears covered her face when he stopped.

This time he half lifted her up and pulled the bra off. He slipped her blouse and bra over her head and found himself looking at the most beautiful pair of jugs he'd ever seen. Rosy areolas as big as silver coins and plenty of creamy flesh that didn't sag at all.

She was crying softly but he paid no attention to her. He placed both hands against her titties and squeezed them. He felt the nipples growing harder under the touch of his fingers. God, she was a hot one. She was about to make him come right in his trousers.

She put her hands on the sides of his head. She wasn't trying to get him away. She just left them there as if she were trying to beg him with her hands. Soft little sob, came from her mouth.

He had to taste that firm flesh. He squeezed both her tits so that the nipples poked at him. He bent his head and licked at one nipple.

"Oh no," Sherry said. "Oh no. Please don't do that."

This time Sherry did attempt to push him away but he was as firmly fixed as a huge rock. Her feeble attempts were useless. He acted as if he didn't even feel her hands. His lips kept licking at her nipples and she felt them getting even harder.

A tingling excitement started between her legs, something she couldn't control. Her tits had always been sensitive, always. That was one area she'd been so careful not to let men touch them on dates. She could touch them herself and feel a hot moistness in her pussy.

But this was not touching. This was far more exciting than just touching. His tongue was causing her titties to swell to an aching need, and she no longer wanted to push him away – she wanted to pull him closer.

She slipped her fingers through this thick hair around to the back of his head and began to tug him closer. She sighed then she felt his lips open and suck her tender flesh into his throat.

"Ohhhhhhh," she said with a delicious shiver. "You're making me feel so funny."

He wasn't wasting any time. Even while his lips sucked at her titty-flesh, his fingers worked to undo the snap on her jeans. He got it apart and he jerked the zipper down. His broad hind went inside her jeans and touched her panties.

She sobbed softly as his fingers began rubbing across her most sensitive area. She knew he could feel the moistness of her panties, and there would no longer be any doubt in his mind that he was turning her on.

"Please stop!" she yelled, but they were useless words because already her hips were moving against the pressure of his fingers, and she was lifting her ass up to help him pull down her jeans.

He took her shoes off and she kicked the jeans off and she was naked except for her panties. This was the first time a man had ever looked at her that way and she flushed with a hot, fierce pride because she knew her body was good.

"Kiss me," she said. "I want you to kiss my mouth again!"

She reached for him and pulled his mouth against hers. Her tongue darted hotly into his mouth and she heard his soft groan of surprise. She we so hot. She had never known she could get this hot. Even in the tub sometimes, when her fingers went between her legs to help the itch, she had not gotten this hot.

She lifted her back and rubbed her titties against the rough fabric of his shirt. God, how that made her feel. She could feel shivers going through her body.