Billy concentrated more and more on her ass until the teen thought she had no flesh left. With complete despair, the girl felt at her muscles give way, her ass-cheeks opening. Again Billy brought the crop down, slashing a stroke down and tearing the end of the crop through her asscrack. It was as if someone had jammed a hot poker into her asshole!

Again the fire burned through her shitter, setting all sorts of sensations off in the teen's body. The girl screamed over the gag, her body alive with fiery feelings. A flood of cunt-juice rushed from her pussy, wetting down the straps. Billy noticed the slickness of the leather and threw back his bead and laughed, bringing the crop down even harder.

Moving around to the front, he whipped the leather across the harness straps, the knotted tips of the thong biting at times against her musky rag. Diane screamed, snapping her head from side to side, feeling the sparks run into her young cunt again and again. All she could think of was the killing pain and how it made ha thrash and jerk against the leather restraining her.

Diane felt him pushing the handle of the ribbed riding crop into her pussy now. He was fucking her with it just as he had fucked her with his fingers. This time, however, she was wet down there – hot and wet, the membranes swollen with blood.

"Nice, eh baby? Nice to have somethin' growin' in you, right?"

Diane tried to deny what was burning through her body. She wanted that thing in her pussy. She needed something down there to ease the terrible heat and pressure that was singeing her clit. Billy could see the rutting heat in her eyes.

He threw the crop to the floor, opening the top of his jeans, then getting up on the overturned orange crate. Diane hung her head down, her long blonde hair shading her face. She felt him fussing with the leather straps over her shoulders. Then with one move the girl tumbled from her harness, falling heavily against her cousin.