"So, now you don't find what I'm doing so bad, right?" he laughed.

"No, you… you're awful! You should be shot for what you're doing to me!" Cori cried.

"Maybe someday that'll happen," he said with a shrug. "But not before I've got you crawlin' through the slime like the pig slut you are." She trembled at his words, shuddering as he pushed his face between her big tits and started biting until large blue marks appeared. It was awful. Nothing, not even those sex education classes and all the whispered gossip sessions with her girlfriends in the john had readied Cori for this ordeal. The pain had turned into something different, something deliciously wicked that took over her mind. She could feel her cunt drooling from her excitement, the fluid running like a river of molten lava in her cunt.

She found the bulge of his prick with her thigh. But when she tried to knee him in the balls, Cori only slithered her leg up the side of his rigid cock. She hated herself for failing. Hanging from the twisted rope, she felt her shoulders twisting to press her tits against the scrubby sides of her uncle's face.

"Yeah, that's it, baby! We're gonna have the time of our lives out here."

Uncle Jim pulled back, his blue eyes half closed. A line of spit trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth, he stared at her and unbuckled his belt, pushing his Levi's down to his ankles and stepping out of them. Reaching up, he untied the ropes holding Cori to the branch, backing up as she crashed to the ground and crumpled into a heap at his feet.