Farm Girl – Eight

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by Dark Dreamer

“Clean it with your fucking tongue!”

She grabbed my hair and hurled me over the edge of the tub.

“Start cleaning it whore!” she demanded.

My tongue reached out tiredly and licked at the tubs gritty surface. She slapped at my ass as I licked the tub, demanding I lick harder and faster. I licked franticly over the dirty enamel, nearly choking at the taste of soap and dirty in my mouth. Just as

I finished, my Dad came into the room.

“What the hell is the little fuck piece doing?” he demanded.

“She’s cleaning the tub, what does it look like?” my Mom answered angrily.

My Dad laughed in delight. “Well I guess that’s at least one thing you can do, Fuckwad.” he cackled. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. IT wasn’t at all hard. He pointed it at me for several seconds and smiled.

Then a stream of yellow piss came out of the little hole and splashed on me. I squealed and tried to get away but he directed the little stream at my face and tits and cunt, and I was unable to escape it. My Mom eagerly grabbed my hands and held them above my head as my Dad pissed down on me,

I was drenched i his hot, acrid smelling urine. It poured into my face, over my lips and down my chest, running in a warm yellow stream between my tits and down over my belly to my cunt mound.

He finished at last, and my MOm dropped me back against the bottom of the tub. “This tub is filthy!” She screamed. “Clean it up right now!”

Resignedly I bent over and began licking at the tub again. The overpowering taste and smell of piss sent my stomach lurching upward. I choked it back, knowing she would force me to eat it back up again if I threw up.

I was almost finished over an hour later when my Dad came back into the room. “I got another load for you fuckpiece.” he grinned, pulling his cock out. “You want me to dirty up the tub again or you want to take it straight.”

I looked up at him exhaustedly.

“Open your mouth whore!” he ordered.

I opened my mouth wide and he directed his steam of piss into it. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his piss filled my mouth and began spilling down my chest. I gurgled faster, trying desperately to drink it all down so the tub wouldn’t get dirty again.

My mouth had long since become almost immune to any taste. The inside was like a wrinkled prune. He finished and shook his cock at me, so some drops flew into my face, then he nodded and went out. I licked away at the tub, finishing the cleaning.

They let me sleep in their bedroom that night, on the floor. I heard my Mom’s groans as my father stuffed his cock into her and fucked her for almost half an hour. The sounds of sex sent heat through my tender pussy mound. I reached my hand down and rubbed my cunny to an orgasm as they fucked above me.

My Dad woke up once during the night and jerked me to my knees so he could stick his cock up my asshole. He fucked his pigsticker up my anus with fast, forceful strokes until his seed exploded out the end of his cock and up into my guts.

The next day it was still too cold for me to go outside. My Dad put me against the living room wall and chained my wrists way up above my head. I had to stand on my tiptoes to keep some of the strain off my wrists, arms and shoulders.

After a while my ankles and toes started to cramp up something fierce and I had to let more and more pressure fall on my arms. The pain started to build up as the morning passed. My shoulders and wrists throbbed with agony.

After what seemed like hours, my Father appeared. He stood back to admire my taut, strained body. His hands slid down over my breasts, cupping them roughly, then squeezing his fingers together with more force, and twisting my titties and nipples like little dials.

He dropped to his knees in front of me and slid his face against my crotch. His tongue started to li k up and down my pussy slit. He pulled my legs apart to get his whole face up against my groin, and this pulled my feet completely off the ground.

Pain flared higher in my wrists and shoulders. His nose rubbed back and forth against my clit as his tongue darted in and out of my pussy hole. His tongue lapped all along the thin slit, then slid underneath me to slide around against my asshole. His hands cupped my buttocks, squeezing them repeatedly as he pushed my legs further apart.

I groaned from the duel sensations of pain and pleasure as he worked my pussy mound over. He worked me up higher and higher, till I was closing onto the edge of a tremendous orgasm, then he stopped.

He let my legs fall back to the floor and got up and walked away. I whimpered in frustration and need as he went over to the couch and sat down. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to reach the nearby edge of the cliff he had brought me to.

He ignored me as I trembled against the wall, sniffling and moaning piteously. After a while, the burning in my crotch began to settle down, though it seemed to itch fiercely. My Dad came back to me and dropped to his knees again. His tongue danced around my slit, licking all the way up and down around the edges, but never going inside.

Throbbing heat flared up all around my crotch. He ground his face up against me, bringing me flying towards a climax. Then he stopped again. I cried out in disappointment and frustration as he backed off again and went back to the touch.

I squirmed against the wall, humping my ass cheeks against the smooth plaster. Tears coursed down my face as I sobbed in woeful loss. In spite of the pain on my arms, I lifted my feet off the floor and pulled my legs up, crossing them tightly.

I squeezed my legs together and brought them up as high as I could, trying to put pressure on my clitty. Blood pumped through my brain as I gasped in effort and exertion. The pain in my arms shot down through my chest, making it hard to breath.

My Dad came over again, and I whined in anticipation, but instead of helping me, he tied leather restraints around my ankles and then hooked them way up above my head near my wrists. They were tied against the wall so my legs were spread wide apart. My pussy mound and asshole were completely open and exposed to view. He grinned at me and then kissed me on the forehead.

“Well, I have to go out and fix the east fence.” he said. “I’ll see you when I get back.” his fingers brushed lightly along my slit as he left, sending a huge surge of electric heat through my body.

He went away and left me like that, sobbing and whining in my desperate need. The fiery ache in my loins lowered in intensity but continued to throb constantly.

I hung there for long minutes, mewling and sobbing in pain, making strange little sounds, and trying to somehow bring my cunt that last tiny bit of the way to an orgasm so I could have some relief from the burning, pulsing heat.

My mother finally became annoyed enough about it to do something. A few seconds manipulation of my clitty would have shot me into orbit. Instead she brought out a thick leather belt. She stood before me, eyeing my desperate condition with a sneering look of satisfaction.

Then she brought the belt whirling down from overhead and smacking right into the center of my crotch. I screamed as the leather cracked painfully against my splayed out pussy. Pain and pleasure coursed through my veins. My legs and arms shook and my body was seized by shivering spasm of lust.

She stood still, waiting for me to recover, then reached the belt forward, letting it slide over my buttocks and down along my asshole and cuntslit.

“Want me to hit you again slut?” she taunted. “Want to feel this against your little clitty?”

My brain pounded with anxiety, fear, and desire. She trailed the belt alongside my slit, inches away.

“P… please.” I whimpered.

“What was that sweety?” she smirked.

“P… p.. please. OH PLEASE!”

“You want me to whack your little pussy?”

I nodded my head helplessly.

“Say it… SAY IT!” she hissed.

“Hit me.” I sobbed.

“Where baby? Where should I hit you?” she cooed.

“My pussy!” I pleaded. “Hit my pussy!”

“HOw hard sweety pie? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” she trailed the belt up and down my mound ever so lightly. I winced as a ferocious surge of desire swept through me.

“H… H… Hhhhard!” I stuttered. “Hard H… HARD! HIT ME HARD !” I begged.

She leered mockingly at me and swung the belt down again. It cracked down against my pussy mound, impacting with a dull splat against my moist pussy slit. I screamed again and babbled incoherently.

“H… HHharrdddd! Hit m… me h… hard! Hit me… Hit me… Hit me…”

She swung the belt again, sending a flaring explosion of heat and pain through my crotch. She started to whip the belt down harder, and faster. The cracking whip smashed down, sending a flood of exquisite sensations roaring through my body. My burning cunt exploded in raging heat and crackling eruptions of electric shocks.

Cunt juice gushed down my fuck tunnel and out through my gaping cunt opening, coating my entire crotch with greasy girl cum. I screamed in ecstatic release, my mind reeling from the intense bursts of heat. Then she dropped the belt. My head was flopping dazedly from side to side.

I looked down and saw her place her fist against my cunt mouth. She leaned into my cunt as I watched dreamily, fascinated. My cuntmouth spread and stretched, opening wider and wider. Slowly her fist sank down into my fuck hole.

I groaned with the mind blowing feeling of utter fullness as she pushed her fist down inside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her hand as her fist slid down out of sight inside my crotch slit. I shivered all over as her wrist passed my cuntlips and still she continued pushing.

Her hard balled up fist pushed deeper and deeper. Finally, when her arm was buried halfway to her elbow, I felt a grating, grinding pain as her knuckles crushed up against my cervix. She and I both stared, enthraled at the sight of my pussy lips gripping her arm. Slowly she pulled it back until the fist was just inside my pussy, starting to stretch the lips again, then she rammed it forward again.