I checked the mailbox before starting on my chores. Gary, my boy friend, had written a long letter, wondering why I hadn't written him in a while. He said he missed me terribly and couldn't wait for me to come home.
If I'd have received that letter a few days before I might have been swept with guilt – not now. I sensed that it wasn't impossible to regain my ability to have an orgasm and nothing was going to stop me from trying. I'd been through hell. I had done things I was sure no other person in the world could possibly have done and it seemed that it was going to pay off.
The making out Gary and I did in cars and in my bedroom seemed so tame and ordinary compared with what I found myself doing now. I wasn't even sure I could bed down with him again. What did hurt was that I still cared very deeply. I did want our relationship to stay as it had been.
Changing into a very brief bikini halter and a pair of worn-out short-shorts, without bothering about underwear, I laced a pair of high-top shoes on my feet and headed for the barn. Eggs had to be found, oats given to Mr. Stubborn, the donkey, more straw put in Porky the pig's pen, shit raked up, and the dogs fed.
Walking to the barn I tripped over the long braided end of the bullwhip. Pulling myself up, I took it off the saw-horse, wiped the goo off the handle and coiled it. I certainly didn't want to find myself trying to explain what I had been doing with it nailed there. I put everything away before I started my chores.
Leaving the barn door open I started working on Porky's area first. It felt good to have the heavy rake in my hands and nothing but pig shit on my mind. I was so busy with my work that I didn't hear the pickup truck pull into the yard. I didn't hear its door slam angrily shut. I didn't even know I had company until a rough hand grabbed my shoulder viciously. I'd heard the dogs bark but had ignored them because I thought they were just cussing me out for being chained.
The hand bruised my shoulder as I was spun around.
"Just what is the idea of turning my daughter into a queer?" the angry farmer roared.
"What… what do you mean?" I stuttered shakily.
"Lucy says you and her been making love!"
That was enough for the man. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me, kicking and screaming to the stall where my aunt milked the cow when she had one. Ramming my head between the wooden braces, used to keep the animal's head locked in place while she was being milked, he forced the pieces of wood against either side of my neck and fastened them.
I was bent into a very uncomfortable stoop. Grabbing a lasso from one of the pegs, he knotted it around one of my wrists and pulled my arm uncomfortably to the top bar, forcing me to stoop even further. Then he brought the rope over to the other side and tied my other arm in place.
"You think it's all right to seduce girls – to make them sick – to twist their minds! Well, queer, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" he screamed. "You'll think twice before you lick between another girl's legs!"
He was going to beat me! I remembered the bullwhip, hanging neatly on the wall and prayed, like I'd never prayed before, that he didn't see it. If he used that on me I'd be scarred for life. He didn't see it – someone up there must have been listening.
He spun on his heel and disappeared from the barn for several minutes. When he returned he was carrying a wicked-looking willow switch. Reaching to my side, he jerked the button on my shorts off and mined the zipper. My shorts shot to my ankles in one jerk and I found myself naked and unprotected, except for the halter, which had loosened with my struggling.
The first blow caught the right cheek of my ass. I squealed in pain and jerked forward. My halter slid forward and let my tits hang, half-exposed under the halter band. He swung again and I jerked in agony. My tits fell completely out of the halter.
Another long red welt rose, this time on my back. Then one appeared on my thigh, then one on my side, then one caught the tender side of my tit. Another swish and the switch shot between my thighs and left an angry welt on my cunt. The more he punished me the harder and faster he swung. It didn't take long to reduce me to a quivering mass of raw welts, from neck to ankles.
My knees were wobbly, the shorts were soaked in the piss that trickled down my legs. I was hoarse from screaming and begging for mercy. He stopped only when his arm got so tired he couldn't do any more damage.
"Filthy queer!" he panted.
This time the pain hadn't done anything for me sexually. He was so mad that he was half-crazed, and I thought he was going to kill me before he got done. I cried out that I wasn't a queer, but he was too mad to listen.
After he stopped switching me there was a long pause. I wanted to turn my head and see what he was doing, but the bars prevented me from twisting around, and my hands were locked above me, so I couldn't look between my legs.
There were no tears left in me when he grabbed me by the hips and drove his heavy, meaty cock into my dry cunt. I choked and moaned. It hurt like hell. My cuntlips stuck to his strong staff and burned painfully as he jerked them inside me with his cock.
His hands found my dangling tits and began to squeeze them. His first stroke lifted me off my feet and held me in the air until he started to withdraw. His second, which still burned and smarted as he drove his dry cock into my equally dry cunt, picked me up and bounced my shoulders into the wooden posts with bruising force.
"You think it's fun to play doctor with my daughter! I'll show you what your cunt was designed for!" the man panted as he drove into me again.
His cock started to pick up oil from someplace and it became less and less painful with each thrust. His fingers bruised my delicate tits and I felt like I was being ripped apart each time he lifted me, but at least he wasn't whipping me any more.
The big cock pushed the top of my cunt up in a wavy motion as he shoved it back and forth. The big head would pull back until it caught against the strong, outer wall of my cunt-mouth, then it would go in again, slamming into my womb, making me cry out in pain as my feet left the ground.
At first he moved slow, then he got hotter and sped up. He jerked and probed my insides like the dog he was. There was no desire on his part to help me. He should have tried to show me how wonderful it was – if he thought I was a queer. But he didn't care. He was out to punish me for seducing his sex-starved daughter.
I felt him come. He popped his cock out with a squishing splash. Again there was a few seconds of tense quiet when I could only imagine what he planned to do to me next. It wasn't long before I felt the sharp, painful slash of the willow branch again.
When he'd finished this time I was sure there wasn't a square inch of me left without a welt. He still wasn't done with me. Loosening the bars just enough so that he wouldn't break my neck, he turned me over so my arms were twisted and crossed under me. They felt like they would break at any second. My shoulders were forced back, my head, still held between the bars, and my entire body were left straining from the unnatural position. All of my weight rested on my tortured arms. My tits rose and pointed toward the roof, spreading on my chest a little from their weight.
Hooking a finger into my straining cunt, he slapped my left tit hard with the flat of his hand. I felt his rugged hard-on plunge between my legs and whimpered as my feet left the ground. All my weight was held by my arms and the single, broad muscle in the front of my cunt.
"Please – my God, you'll put me in the hospital!" I screamed.
He hesitated. He'd used up a lot of his mad by then. I could tell he was thinking. He had to realize that he'd be in real trouble if he hurt me worse. I felt his cock withdraw. He untied me and let me fall to the floor when the bars were pulled back. I started to relax when he hit the side of my face with his fist, rolled me onto my back and fell heavily on top of me.
The man smelled of sweat and hard work. His hands were callused and rough. His arms were knotted and felt like bands of steel. I opened my swollen, red eyes and he spat in my face.
I felt his pant legs scraping the inside of my thigh and the zipper cutting into my already swollen and sore cuntlips as he drove inside. My ass smashed into the dirt floor and had nothing to take up any of the shock. It felt like he'd driven that thing clear against my spine.
In and out, back and forth, hurt, hurt, hurt as much as it can. In, hurt, out, wait for the next painful jolt. In-hurt-out-wait. In-hurt-out…
It seemed to go on forever. My body wasn't responding and I thanked God for that. I could take this, as long as my body didn't betray me.
And take it I did! All nine inches of it for nearly fifteen minutes before his eyes glazed and his cock began to throb. I felt him spill his load inside me. I felt his cock get really slick. I heard my pussy begin to suck and then it was over. He got up, wiped his filthy cock with my pony tail, stuffed the dead snake back in his pants and stomped out. Of course there were the usual insults, the orders never to see either of his teens again, etcetera, etcetera.
What a wonderful summer vacation. The gang, the orgy, and now this.
I got to my feet shakily, kicked my shorts the rest of the way off and limped to the house to care for my wounds. After a bath, I took a tube of first-aid cream and went to my aunt's room to stand in front of her mirror and see if I could repair at least part of the damage.
It was unreal. Welt after welt, red in the center and white around the edges, lined my back, criss-crossing back and forth, with some straight up and down. It would be a few days before the pain and marks would go away.
I bent my strained and aching arms back and began rubbing the cream around. I wasn't able to reach my back as my arms were just too sore and weak. When I got all I could, I turned on the record player and lay down on the bed in my room to relax.
Even my tits were sore. I couldn't lie on my back or sit. Finally, I took a pillow and placed it under my chest in such a way that my tits had very little pressure on them.
I was almost asleep when the back door squeaked open.
"Who's there?" I called fearfully, grabbing a long knitting needle to protect myself with.
"Lucy – Sally, are you all right?"
My mind reeled. If her father found out she was here it would be all over. "Go away!" I screamed in desperation. "Your father will kill me if he catches you over here!"
"Don't worry. He was so mad when he came home that he took all the money in the house and headed for the city. He'll stay on a binge until the money runs out. Boy!" she gasped when she saw my battered back. "Can I do anything?"
I gave her the first-aid cream and she started rubbing it carefully into the welts. She sobbed over and over about how sorry she was. She told me how John had come home and made passes at her. She'd turned him down and he'd called her a queer within hearing of the old man. One thing led to another and he'd slapped her around until she admitted that I had seduced her.
Her little hands were soothing. I lay there letting her rub my shoulders and work the cream into my welts. She maneuvered around as she worked, rubbing her hot crotch against me as much as she could.
At first I didn't realize what was going on. The few times I realized her cunt was pressed against me I thought it was accidental. Then it started to happen with too much effort on her part and too often. I pulled my foot away from her. Seconds later I had to pull my elbow away. Then it was my hand.
Lucy broke into tears. "Please, Sally," she sobbed. "I know it hurt you. I know I got you all beat up. I'm sorry-honest I am, but I'm on fire. I need you so bad I can barely keep from peeing my pants!"
I lay unhappily on the bed, so sore and so tired I couldn't have moved if I had wanted. I watched as the girl's face lined with the urgency of her need. I watched as a blush rose on her cheeks. I watched as her eyes widened and dilated. I watched as they glazed.
"Boy, was that ever wild!" she whispered. "You honestly don't like that any more?"
"It's not that I don't like it – I love it. I just can't reach a climax. It feels great and gets me all hot, but then it either disappears or keeps building until I pass out."
"Gee, that sounds awful!" she sighed.
It was bad! No one can imagine how bad it was. I felt tears well in my eyes and start to run slowly across my cheeks.
"What you need is the biggest cock in the whole world. I'll bet that would make you come!" she said with some feeling.
"I don't know," I sighed, thinking of her father's and how it hadn't done anything for me.
Lucy stayed with me that night and rubbed me down real good in the morning with salve before going home to do her chores.
I forced myself to do mine too. But I didn't try to put any clothes on. Every time anything touched me it was like hitting a sunburn.
I'd had it. I had to talk to someone, and after a time, decided that it should be my brother. I could tell him everything that had happened to me without him getting mad or telling someone else. He loved me in his own way. He and Lynn would be kind. Who knows, I thought, they might even know how to help me.
I still couldn't sit down so I got my address book out and stood by the telephone as I called.
Keith and Lynn would be down the following weekend; I didn't see Lucy after that. I didn't want another beating. John stayed away too. Mr. Walker dropped by on Tuesday. He said he wanted to see how I was doing, but stared at my covered pussy and full halter so hard I knew he wanted more than just to check on me.
All but the very worst welts had gone away and I was feeling more than well enough to take him on. It was still four days before my brother would be there and I didn't really want to deny myself that long.
"All you came over here for was a little pussy," I teased.
"I've stopped going to that sex club after what they did to you. I feel really bad about it," he sighed.
"Would you like a little?"
Mr. Walker was having a hard time lying still. I slid my free hand between his thighs and lightly teased his hairy crack. I pushed my fingers between the two powerful muscles and spread them. Finding his asshole, hidden at the bottom and fringed with hair, I pressed my finger to it.
The man jerked and trembled, gasping and sighing to my probing caresses. Freeing my other hand I slid it up and teased his nipples, making the stimulation more complete. I slid my finger deeper into the man's ass, feeling the warm slickness of his dark pipe as I pushed in.
His hands found my head and his fingers laced through my hair. Starting slowly and building to a faster and faster pace, he guided my head up and down on his cock. The salty thing felt good as it slid along the top of my tongue and lodged for a second in my throat. The slick crown warmed and almost burned the roof of my mouth as it rubbed back and forth across it. I sucked in so hard my cheeks indented on the way down. I blew until my cheeks puffed out on the way back up. I spread my thighs farther and farther, so he could lick, as my ass started to warm and tingle. The muscles in my crotch began to tighten and relax by themselves.
His heavy cock began to tremble and I worked him farther and farther into my throat. He drew my head back and forth and made it go in circles, adding to the pleasure I was already giving him.
"Oh – it's good! Soooo good!" he moaned as the first spasms shivered through his hard-on.
He must have been saving it up for a long time because I thought he'd never stop shooting his slimy cum into me. His cock pulsed and throbbed, time after time, sending stream after stream of warm jism down my throat and over my tongue and teeth.
I swallowed it over and over again to keep from choking. Md still it came. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft to help milk it dry. I squeezed his bafls gently. I popped my finger out of his asshole and still it kept splashing against the roof of my mouth.
When he'd finally emptied himself, I sucked his cock clean, wiped my lips and chin with my fingers and licked them clean. It was time for Mr. Walker to eat me out.
Mr. Walker grabbed my dangling boobs and massaged them as his tongue trailed up and down my swampy split. Pussy-juice drooled onto his clean-shaven chin.
Mr. Walker's tongue roamed up and down my crack, cleaning each of my slots and grooves. He sucked and licked my clit and nibbled on my cuntlips, sending thrill after thrill through my heated pussy. My thighs trembled and I could hear my cunt popping as it opened and shut, winking at him.
The man's big hands slid lightly over my tits, stroking squeezing, and pinching the throbbing globes until I was beside myself. I felt his fingers close around the hanging mounds and squeeze m. It hurt, but it hurt good. He reached spots in my tits that I hadn't been aware of and they warmed to the boiling point.
Mr. Walker's hands left my boobs, ran lightly over my stomach, around to the outside of my thighs and then over my ass, creating a trail of goosebumps. Seconds later he pulled my big cheeks as far apart as they would go. I felt his tongue circle my asshole and tease the rim. I shivered as wave after wave of excitement shot through me.
The hot, wet tongue pushed against the taut ring and tried to gain entrance. When it didn't manage to go in he hooked a finger on either side of the tight rim and pulled it open enough that the tip of his tongue could caress the very outer edge of the chute. My whole body began to boil with desire. I swallowed hard and purred. His tongue left my ass and went directly to my open cunt.
I shivered with delight as he fucked me with his tongue. My pussy was slobbering and pouring its juice into his open mouth. I moaned and sighed as he worked on me.
Mr. Walker's big cock leaped to life as he watched from his unique vantage point. It was throbbing and ready. My cunt was too. It needed to be stuffed, my asshole didn't.
Mr. Walker's tongue felt wonderful but it was just making my twat itch worse.
I had to come! I had to be helped. They couldn't just walk off and leave me like that and I told Mr. Walker so. He told me that he couldn't get another hard-on right now.
After I got rid of Mr. Walker I went to the barn. At first I did what I was supposed to be doing, cleaning out the animals' stalls. I did Porky's first. The big hog just stared at me and lazily seemed to hope that I'd jack him off or something. But he didn't have anything that would help me so I wasn't going to mess with him.
When I finished his pen I headed for Mr. Stubborn's stall. It was empty because I had the donkey in the pasture for some exercise and grazing. I shoveled the shit out, picked up the curry comb and wandered into the pasture.
The donkey and I had always gotten along pretty well. He was stubborn, just like his name implied, but he wasn't mean.
Finding a small Coke in the refrigerator I opened it, drank it, and washed the bottle real good. Getting the hand cream from the bathroom I rubbed a large amount on the neck and mouth of the bottle before coating the entrance to my cunt.
I placed the bottle on the seat of a kitchen chair and squatted over it. I would have tried putting it in by hand but I knew I'd never be strong enough to push it past the tight muscles.
The little glass mouth slid in without any trouble. Then, as I lowered myself, it got tighter and tighter. I bit my lip and lowered my weight. I could feel the muscles and skin around the opening of my cunt stretching and stretching. I eased down a little harder, sinking on it a little more. My muscles started to hurt. I kept at it as long as I could but found I could only get a little over halfway down the neck.
That wasn't good enough. I had to get so my cunt would stretch around the biggest part of it or I'd never be able to take him. Pulling the bottle out after an unsuccessful third try, I wiped it and myself clean with a kitchen towel and pulled my shorts back on.
It was only three more days until Keith and Lynn arrived. They'd have some ideas; I was sure they would. I had to have my orgasms back. I almost cried every time I thought of it.
For the first time in a couple of weeks I picked up one of the confession magazines and sat down to read it. If I could just get over being a freak who couldn't have a decent sex life I'd really be all right.
It was funny how childish most of the stories in the magazine sounded to me now. They were almost stupid. If they wanted to hear a real tear-jerker they ought to talk to me. Of course I knew the stories weren't really true but I still suspected they were based on some facts. I wondered what someone could write about me. I was sure it would never get past the censors.