Farm Girl (18+)

Farm Girl- Thirteen

I erupted in frenzied driving c*m, as she began f*cking her fist in and out of my guts. I felt her hard knuckles rasping back and forth in my *unt tunnel. She slammed her fist around inside my belly, driving me to a screaming, writhing, bundle of torn and paralyzed nerves, and sending my mind spinning down an endless hole into senselessness as climax after climax shook my frame.

It was almost half an hour before I had recovered enough of my senses to become aware of the pain still shooting through my shoulders and arms. My mother laughed when she saw I had returned to the world. She tore a feather off a feather duster she was using and slid the end into my sopping drooling p***y slit.

I didn’t know what she had in mind, except maybe a silly taunting joke, until the air current in the room started to blow the feather ever so lightly against my c**t. My reddened aching c*nt lips began twitching against the feather as its ticklish touch reached against them again and again.

In another hour, I was back in the same shape as before the whipping. I groaned in renewed need as the feather licked against me. I shook my frame, trying to dislodge it, but couldn’t. I was nearly out of my mind with desperate yearning lust.

My father came into the living room and walked over to me. He looked surprised when he saw the feather in my c*nt, but drew back and laughed loudly.

“Well, well. How do you feel, c*nt?” he inquired.

“Please Daddy! Please f*ck me!” I begged.

“You don’t sound sincere enough to me,” he grinned.

“Oh GOD! PLleeeasseee please please DADDY! PLEASE F*CK ME !! F*CK ME! F*CK ME! F*CK ME!!!” I screamed.

He laughed to himself and then pulled his erection out of his pants. “Is this what you want little girl?” he leered. He put the tip of his c*ck less than an inch away from my c*ntslit, and I humped my ass up towards it. He pulled back with a laugh.

“PLEeaasssse!” I sobbed.

He seized his c**k firmly and placed it against my gaping c*nt hole, then with one brutal lunge, he drove his whole big f*ckstick balls deep into my c*nt. My mind and body screamed in joyous release as my c*nt box was stuffed full of pumping c*ckmeat. He grabbed my shoulders for leverage and slammed his whole body against me with furious pounding strokes.

My body was slammed and bruised against the wall as his big prick sawed in and out of me. I came furiously. Lust and s*x energy raced unrestrained through my twitching, trembling, jerking body. Blinding bursts of multi-colored light exploded in my brain as my p*ssy was impaled by the savage f*cking prong of my Father.

I howled and shrieked in joy and mindless ecstasy as c*m after c*m flooded through my body. Crackling electric shocks raced up and down my spine as my disoriented mind was staggered by repeated blows of furious intense pleasure.

Then I clenched my teeth against a last overwhelming explosion of c*nt fire and gave a final whimper of pleasure as my mind gave up and slid into unconsciousness.

After that, I was allowed to talk, and walk, and act like a human being again. I was still a s*x toy for my parents to use. Around the house, I seldom wore clothes unless they were the most immodest and shameless things imaginable.

One of the outfits my Dad got me was a tight pair of leather pants with no crotch or ass. My buttocks were squeezed out into a perfect circle by the tight leather, and my p***y was lewdly exposed and framed by the crotchless front.

My Dad shaved my p***y hair off, so my slit was even easier to see. The top of the outfit consisted of a tight leather bikini with holes where the n*****s went so they stuck straight out. Sometimes he would stuff fat rubber c***s up my c*nt or as*hole and then clip a tight piece of leather down between my legs to pull brutally up between my p***y lips and hold them in place.

Sometimes he would simply tie me from head to foot in all kinds of bizarre positions and then just leave me for hours and hours. He f*cked me at least five times every day.

Needless to say, all this had a big effect on the way I acted around other people as well. I wore the tightest possible pants I could get into, pants so tight I had to jerk and yank on them for twenty minutes to get them closed. The tops I wore were so tight they hugged my bulging titties like cellophane, displaying my usually hard n*****s for everyone to see. The skirts I wore barely covered my ass cheeks, and I never wore any panties.

If I was a c*ckteaser before, I was a real little slut now. The stares I received got more obvious and my own more blatant. I no longer cared about getting a reputation at school, and f*cked every boy who wanted me, which was pretty near all.

I even came on to some of the cuter girls in my class, and some of the teachers.

One day alone, I screwed two male and one female teachers, five boys and one girl from various classes, and, of course, my Dad. I am a real little nympho now. I needed s*x like a drug addict needed his fix.

One of the dates I had was with a guy named Jimmie Fox, a nerdy guy from my math class who got straight A’s every year. I had already screwed almost every guy in my Math class. Jimmie was too shy to ask me out, so I asked him. He was kind of cute, even if he was really straightlaced.

He tended to wear his shirts buttoned up to the throat, even on the hottest days. He had nice blonde hair though, and a really nice ass.

We went to a movie where he almost had a heart attack after I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed his c**k. I almost had to drag him to the Sunshine Motel on the edge of town. I get rooms for free there since I started screwing the manager.

Jimmie backed away from me when we were inside, and practically fell onto the little sofa. His eyes were bulging as I looked down at him out of slitted eyes.

I slid into the chair on top of him. My legs straddled his body as I faced him. My hot round ass cheeks rubbed against his lap, where I could feel his erection already blooming. I didn’t have any doubt he was a virgin. That didn’t bother me though. I've had dozens of virgins in the last couple of months. Teenagers our age seldom get the chance for a good f*cking.

I slid my arms around his neck and leaned down slightly to kiss him. My mouth touched his gently, my lips sliding back and forth against his. My tongue snaked out and licked his lips, and then darted inside, flicking over his teeth, feeling their sharpness.

I kissed harder, pushing my lips firmly against his. My tongue slid in between his slightly parted lips, moistening them, feeling the ridges and bumps, and the sharp tang of popcorn he’d had at the movie. My tongue touched his, touching, licking and sliding around against it.

I squirmed in his lap, my buttocks mashing down against his b***r. I could feel its hardness through the paper thin, silky soft pants I was wearing. On dates, I wore looser clothes, so I could get out of them fast, and boys could get their hands into them easier.

My hands were around him, sliding up and down along his shoulders, his neck, and over his head. My fingers slid through his hair as I turned and slid my face around against his. I mashed my t*ts between us as I pushed myself against him.

I moved my mouth against his neck, and licked and bit him softly. I moved my mouth lower, nibbling against the nape of his neck, then sucked fiercely on the skin. My hands undid the buttons on his shirt one by one, without him even noticing. When I reached his pants, I pulled the shirt tails out and undid the final buttons, opening his shirt completely.

My mouth went down his chest, licking and kissing a soft wet trail. I lingered over each n*pple, sucking them into my mouth, massaging them with my lips and tongue, and biting them gently.

My hands slid up and down the soft warm skin of his chest and stomach, squeezing and rubbing. I grabbed one of his hands and held it with my own, our fingers interlocking, then pulled it up against my boob and placed it flat against me.

His hand rested there as he stared dazedly at my chest. I put my hand on his and pushed against my boob, flattening it, squashing the fleshy meat out to the sides. I grabbed his other hand and put it on my other t*t. He began to squeeze me slowly as I kind of sat back and smiled encouragingly.

I slid my fingers down and popped the buttons as he watched. His mouth was open, and his eyes bulged with intense concentration as I opened my shirt and pulled it off. A little groan escaped his lips as he stared at my two proud mounds.

I grabbed his hands, which he’d allowed to fall off, and placed them on my now naked boobs. He squeezed them again, and I reveled in the soft warmth of his fingers around my orbs.

My t*tties began to swell with desire and my n*pples hardened into two little pebbles. I pulled his face against my chest, and he suckled softly, then with increasing force on my proud t*tty. His other hand squeezed harder on my other t*t, squashing and kneading the meaty round orb.

His mouth was a wet, chewing vacuum cleaner as it sucked ferociously on my n*pple, and roamed across my swollen flesh. I moaned and squirmed around in his lap more. His hands slid around my waist and he hugged me to him as his face buried itself between my t*ts and licked and bit my chest.

He rubbed his face all over my chest and t*ts, biting and licking and chewing and sucking. I let him paw and lick my t**s for a few minutes, then pulled away. I licked a trail down the center of his chest, sliding back off him, so I could lower my mouth down his belly and below.

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