"Like it, eb, baby? Lots of broads around here practically crawl up here to get a good taste of this mother," Jeff said, moving one hand around his cock and balls.

"But your mother and father…"

Jeff snorted a derisive laugh.

"I ain't stupid. You're the first one I've fucked around with here on the farm. But they ain't gonna find out about it, are they?"

Darlene wanted to scream out a defiant answer. But all she could do was stare mutely at his fat cock. Again and again the thought rushed around her mind that he was going to fuck her with that long thick thing and would probably tear her in two with it before he was finished.

Then Darlene saw his fingers, tightening around the square brass buckle of his belt. The veins leading to his knuckles stood out. She tensed, knowing full well that another series of blows would redden her ass. The wooden shack creaked as the wind picked up outside. The damp, musky smell of the unused shed came to her flared nostrils as Jeff steadied himself, preparing for more belting action.

"Please, oh no… I have… I can't take this anymore. Oh Jeff, fuck me if you're going to but don't hit me anymore," Darlene begged pitifully.

But even as she sobbed and pleaded, the shadow of Jeff's raised arm cut across her ass. The dangling belt moved over her ass and lower back again. The girl sobbed, her teeth chattering. She could almost feel the hot, stinging kiss of the leather right now as he teased her. Her belly spasmed while goose flesh dotted her asscheeks and thighs. A strange, deliciously wet movement made her cuntlips rub against one another and her clit. Darlene wrinkled her forhead, wondering how all this pain was related to the pleasure sucking at her clit. His arm snapped back, the belt cracking in the fetid air. She saw his eyes – those black, hard eyes staring at her with the gaze of hungry sewer rat. She trembled, knowing now her cousin would do anything to achieve what he considered maximum pleasure.