"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
The tears were real, the distress palpable.
Got her.
You see, I knew. I'd stumbled across Rachel's terrible secret, partly by luck, partly through carefully crafted questions and confident assertions, and she'd crumpled. So it was true! I had a hunch she would do anything, anything for me not to tell her mom and dad.
Anything.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, and I can't believe it, Rache. I'm gonna have to tell your parents. Shit, I think I probably have to tell the police."
Another wail, fear and distress breaking her usually sweet voice into fragments. Thank goodness I'd chosen this walk in the woods to spring my trap. No-one about to hear Rachel's bawling and crying. No-one about to hear me.
"No! Please don't, Johnny, pleeeease! No! Don't tell! I didn't mean... It was an... Please please please, no!"
She was hanging onto my arm with both hands, tear-streaked face flushed and blotchy, gazing up at me imploringly. No, not imploring - begging. Begging for sure. Fear in her big, round eyes. So help me it was making me hard...
I gazed back at her, as dispassionately as my increasing heartrate would let me. Best not to let her see how excited she was making me, best to play stern for now. Soon...
"It's no use being like that, young lady," I said, taking hold of her wrist. "You've been... well, a wicked, wicked girl. I have to tell..."
"Nooooo!" Again, real anguish. I watched tears almost spray from her eyes. Snot dribbled out of her cute little nose, strands of hair stuck to her face. Her pretty little mouth twisted in despair. "No, Johnny, no, no, please, no! I'll be good! I'll do anything! Please don't tell!"
I got her. My sweet little cuz. My sweet, six-year-old, hot little piece-of-ass cuz. Got her. My heart beat fast. Controlling my breathing, I closed the trap.
"You're gonna have to be real nice to me, Rachel. You're gonna have to be extra real nice if you want me to keep quiet. You understand?"
A spark of hope, perhaps, glimmered in her flooded eyes. She nodded vigourously.
"You're gonna have to do what I say, yeah?" More nods. She wiped her hand across her face, smearing snot and tears sideways across her cheek rather than achieving much else.
I sat down on a fallen tree, drawing her towards me by the wrist. I looked her straight in the eye. My hands were shaking, but I don't think she noticed. I breathed in deeply, out slowly.
"You're gonna be real nice to me. You're gonna do what Johnny says. You and I are gonna play some fun games and you're gonna just do what I tell you to, otherwise I will tell your mom and your dad. And the cops."
A tremor of uncertainty crossed her puffy, wet face, but she nodded again.
"Say it!" I commanded.
"I'll do what you say, Johnny," she said, her voice tremulous, her eyes confused, fearful still. Poor, unhappy little Rachel, submitting to her big cousin's will. My erection twitched inside my shorts.
"You're goddam right you will, Rache. You sure will. But first of all, I think you deserve a spanking, don't you?
"Don't you!?"
She jumped, physically, at the sound of my raised, angry voice. Her bottom lip wobbled and fresh tears started from her eyes. She nodded miserably.
"Say it!" I ordered again. "Tell me what you deserve!"
"I..." she began, sniffing mightily. She smeared snot across her face again, rubbed tears from her eyes. "I..."
I shook her arm. "Rachel..." I said dangerously.
"I deserve a spanking!" she blurted, eyes scared again.
"You want me to spank you?" I asked. "Tell me?"
"I... Oh, Johnny, I..." She stopped.
"OK, Rachel, that's it!" I stood up, pulling her with me.
"Noooo! No, Johnny, no, I'm sorry, no! I'll do... I... I want you to spank me!"
I sat again, quickly pulling her towards me, lying her across my knee. She was wearing little girls' cream cotton hiking shorts, and they stretched beautifully across her butt, two tight half-mounds under my hand. I slapped her butt, not too hard, but hard enough. Hard enough to make her gasp and sniffle. Hard enough, I reckoned, to leave a mark. I slapped again. She yelped.
"Ow! Johnny..!"
"Shut it, Rachel, you little bitch," I snarled, slapping her again. Her little butt, soft yet firm and toned, felt fabulous under my hand. I squeezed her buttock, then slapped it once more. From where her hand lay on my thigh she could almost certainly feel the hard bulge of my cock inside my shorts, feel it twitch every time my hand landed a slap on her butt.
I hauled her upright. She stood before me, eyes bewildered and red with tears, soft, round face gorgeously messed-up. One hand went to her ass, the other wiped her nose again.
"Oh, no, we're not done yet, madam," I growled. "Drop your shorts."
She looked really startled then. I think it was only at that point she began to understand. She opened her mouth to speak but I cut in.
"Drop you're fucking shorts you little bitch!" I hissed. "I want you in your panties!"
That brought tears again, real tears of despair this time, but her fingers fumbled at her waistband and her shorts fell. I pulled her across my knee again. Tight white cotton panties taut across her fantastic little ass, with hints of red finger-marks showing around the edges. I slapped her ass, two, three, four times, watching her flesh quiver each time. Her tears were audible. I didn't care. Quite the contrary, in fact.
"You feel my dick, Rachey," I whispered, my hand connecting again. Slap! "Feel it, put your hand on it! Feel it!"
Her little hand fumbled into my lap and touch the hard shape of my cock beneath the cotton of my shorts.
"Properly on it! Feel it, goddam it!" Slap!
Her fingers pressed around my erection. Now we were over the line, but she was mine.
"You see how hard slapping your butt makes me, Rachel?" Slap! "I get a real hard dick from slapping your tight little ass." Slap! "You know what a hard dick means, Rachel?" Slap! "It means I wanna fuck you! It means slapping your ass and making you snivel and cry makes me wanna FUCK you, Rachel!" Slap! "FUCK you!" Slap! "It means I wanna fuck your tight little CUNT! I wanna fuck your tight little ASSHOLE!" Slap! "Goddam it!"
I clawed at her panties, yanking them down over her buttocks and round her thighs. Her ass was red, red and hot from my spanking. I slapped her bare butt. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a wail. I felt something warm and wet drip onto my leg; tears or snot or both. Damn it felt good. I slapped her butt again, then pushed my fingers between her buttocks, rubbing up and down.
Rachel was crying hard again now. I reached around with my right hand, cupping her face and wiping tears and snot onto my fingers. With that as lubricant I reached back and shoved a finger roughly right up her butt. Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah! I pushed it deep, working it right up her asshole. She whimpered.
"Ohh, Johnny, nooooo..."
"Oh, yes, Rachey. Right up your ass, honey. It feels real nice. Hot and tight! Get my finger right up in here!"
I finger-fucked her ass for a few seconds, my hand moving fast.
"See the games we're gonna play, Rache? Before long you're gonna take my dick up here. I'm gonna fuck your ass little cuz, fuck it so many times and you're gonna let me! And even if you don't let me, I'm gonna fuck your ass anyway, whenever I want."
I pulled my finger out, a smear of shit on the end. I wiped it across her butt, leaving a thin brown streak.
"Ha, you need to take a shit, honey," I laughed, pulling her upright. "Now, get out of those panties, and take off your top. I want you naked."
I think she'd gone a little numb at this point. Without a word she wriggled out of her panties and pulled off her little pink top. I just watched her, revelling in the sight of her sweet little pussy, softly curving belly, smooth flat chest. I made her turn around slowly as I unfastened my shorts and dropped them and my boxers to my ankles. I sat back on the fallen tree and spread my knees wide, displaying my erect cock and balls for Rachel to see.
"Come here, Rachey," I ordered. She looked up at me, one more look imploring me to let her be. Fuck that. "Here!"
She stepped towards me. I grabbed her arm, pulling her in and down.
"Kneel down. Kneel there. Now, suck me. Get your fucking mouth on my cock you little slut!"
I caught her head, bunching her blonde hair, and pushed her down.
"Open your fucking mouth, Rachel, take it in!"
Oh, man! You ever forced a little girl's head down onto your cock? Heard her crying and sniffling as you force your big, hard cock into her hot little mouth? Well, I recommend it. Fucking nothing like it.
I held Rachel's head with both hands and forced her down. I felt her lips squash against my cockhead, then part and I thrust up and pushed down at the same time. Yes!
"Suck it, Rachel, suck my cock," I hissed. "Suck it! Suck!"
She did, in between sobs and sniffs. I pushed her forward a little, tilted her up so I could take in the sight of her tear-stained face and puffy eyes with my cock in the middle of it. Fabulous!
I pulled her in to me again, my hips bucking. I began to force her down, feeling more of my cock pushing into the back of her mouth, nudging toward her throat. I felt her first shiver of panic; she looked up, eyes wide. A grunt escaped her lips but I kept pushing.
"Suck it, Rachel. Fucking gag on it you little whore. You take my fucking cock down your throat you bitch!"
She gagged and retched. A splurge of saliva, mucus, whatever. oozed out of her mouth around my pulsing cock. My cockhead was in her throat, and man it felt fucking wonderful! Her throat was spasming as she gagged on my cock, and it just felt fantastic.
She retched again, and my cock slipped in a little farther. Her cute little nose squashed into my pubic hair, and Rachel had deep-throated my whole cock! I held her there, the feeling of my cock down her throat sheer ecstasy. Mmmm!
After a few moments I relaxed a little, pulling out of her mouth. Rachel sobbed in relief but I didn't give her much of a break. I stood, my cock dripping great slimy sheets of Rachel's saliva and stomach-juice. Still holding her head with my left hand, I pulled her face close, wiped my cock across her cheeks and nose, then pushed it back towards her mouth.
"Open up, Rachey! Open wide for papa!"
Her quivering little mouth opened again and I began to fuck it vigourously. There was nothing she could do, caught as she was in my firm two-handed grip. My hips moved smoothly and my cock fucked her wet little mouth back and forth, sweet as sweet.
"Look at me, Rache, keep looking at me."
I held her teary gaze and fucked her mouth. I had never been harder, never been hotter. My cock throbbed and my balls tingled with tension.
"You like this, Rachey? You like your big cuz's cock in your mouth? You'd better get used to it, 'cos you're gonna taste a lot of my cock. You're gonna get a lot of it over the next months. Whenever I see you, you're gonna suck my cock. Whenever I want, you're gonna suck my fucking cock. I go to the bathroom, you're gonna come with me and suck my fucking cock while I'm on the john. We go out walking, you're gonna suck my cock and take it up your ass. You want me to keep quiet, you're gonna suck my dick whenever I tell you to. I'm feeling horny in the afternoon, you're gonna come out of school and suck my fucking cock in your little kindergarten uniform. You're gonna...
"You're gonna suck... my fucking cock... whenever...
"and you're gonna... suck it... suck it... until I...
"fucking cum... in your...
"fucking...
"mouth... Unnngh...!"
I held her head tight in as I came, my cum squirting deep in her mouth. She gagged again, a thin spray of cum and saliva spurting around my cock, but she couldn't escape. I came in my little cousin's slut-hot mouth while the tears oozed from her bloodshot eyes! Oh fuck yeah!
I kept up a slow rhythym as I came, and afterwards, wallowing in the sensation of my cock in her mouth. Eventually I pulled it out and let go of her. She huddled down on the ground, hugging her knees. I laughed as I pulled up my shorts.
"Come on, you, get dressed. We're gonna have lunch at my place today. We'll have coney dogs and ice cream, and then I'll fuck you up the ass all afternoon. All afternoon, Rachey! My dick up your ass all afternoon! It's gonna be such fun!"