Farm Girl (18+)

Farm Girl- Twelve

My Mother had to hold my ankle tight against the fencepost to support herself on one leg, as she kicked her foot down into my c*nt with more and more pressure. Half her foot was inside me, almost as far as her ankle! My straining stretched p*ssy lips shot pain through my body.

She abruptly pulled her other foot off the ground, supporting her entire weight on the foot in my c*nthole. I howled as the foot inched deeper inside me. She brought the other shoe down onto my t**s as I lay there on my back. She squashed my t*tties one by one against my chest, grinding her shoes and sharp heels into my pliable t*tties.

She pulled her foot back and started kicking me viciously in the t*ts. Without any warning at all, the surging waves of pain shooting through me were joined by agonized pleasure as the fullness of my c*nt and the rasping, rubbing, squashing of my t*ts and cl*tty registered on my half-crazed brain.

In seconds, my body began building towards an orgasm. Then it came, with my Mother kicking at my boobs like they were little soccer balls, and her other foot jammed halfway up my f*ck tube.

My Mother realized I was c*mming and abruptly pulled back. The feeling as she yanked her foot out of my c*nt was one of enormous relief combined with a crash of released pain that sent my orgasms hurling even higher. She stood there and rained curses and abuse on me as I trembled and shivered through the s*xual climax.

My Dad came home a couple of hours later and stopped off at my little corral to give me a quick f*ck. I grunted and humped against him as he knelt behind me and screwed me like a wanton little f*cking b*tch dog.

The next day it got very cold, and I shivered as I huddled in a corner away from the wind. My father came out and got me and brought me into the house. I wasn’t allowed onto the furniture though and crawled into an out-of-the-way corner and lay down.

Several times during the day, my Mother would pass by and lash out with her foot, delivering a stinging kick to my side or belly. I crawled under the dining room table to try and stay out of her way.

In mid-afternoon, she dragged me out from under the table. I whimpered and struggled against her as she pulled me out by the leash still around my collar. She sat down on a chair and pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing a bare-naked c*nt to me.

“Since your Daddy ain’t interested in me no more, you can damn well suck me off you little piece of sh*t!” she hissed. She yanked my hair, forcing my face into her c*nt. I had never sucked off a woman before. She whipped my back with the leash until I followed her instructions and began slurping and lapping on her c*nt slit and suckling on her cl*t.

She humped her c*nt up towards my face as I sucked her. Her head rolled back over the back of the chair, and she moaned low in her throat as p*ssy juice seeped out of her crack and onto my tongue. I jammed my tongue as far inside her as I could get. The scent of f*ck juices excited me, and sent a shivering heat through my body.

After she’d c*m, she went upstairs, pulling me after her. She took off all her clothes and lay down on her big bed, spreading her legs. I dove into her crotch again, sending her into another climax. She made me give her a long tongue bath, and then went into the bathroom and took a bath. I had to soap her up and wash her as she lay there lounging in luxury.

She watched in satisfied amusement as I struggled to hold the soap between my two leather mittens. She could have done the job a lot faster and better but enjoyed making me slave over her. Any thoughts I might have had about her being less antagonistic to me ended when she forced my head down under the water and held it there as I splashed and struggled furiously.

She finally let me go, and I broke the surface of the water, gasping desperately for air. I sucked in mouth after mouth of sweet pure air as she giggled at me. Then she punched me in the belly, knocking me back onto the floor, where I banged my head against the toilet.

“Did you like that sl*t?” she asked icily.

“I want you to clean this bathtub now, and it better sparkle, or you’ll get a lot worse.”

I groaned and reached for one of the clothes with my two mittens. She kicked me in the belly again. I collapsed forward onto the floor, doubling over and clutching my aching stomach.

“Clean it with your tongue, you piece of sh*t!” she snarled.

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