Kenton Barr

Lot: Or the righteous man's guide to incest

The girl's shoulders fell against the wall of the hut with a crash. For a moment, the man looked up from between her legs, wondering if he'd hurt her; wondering if he should care. On her face an angry glare. Get on with it.

In a moment, the sides of her robe spread apart. He bent now to the slick cunt, sopping wet. Looking up, he smiled at her before pushing in his face between the lips, drinking from her. She moaned. The tongue lapped at her insides with ferocity, first one side, the other, widening, loosening, then the darting appendage rose up. There.

There.

She clawed her hands into the back of his long hair. The man lapped on, slowly now; then faster, her legs undulating, wrapping themselves against his shoulders as she slid up and down the wall.

He gripped her ass. Held her as the tongue bore down with more force. “Uhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned. He continued. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she shrieked, finally, in a cry the entire city heard. Let them hear it. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” again. The tongue became unbearable.

She squeezed against his head with her thighs. Nothing could stop that relentless tongue.

“Fuck me!” she whispered.

He did not hear.

“Fuck me!” she shrieked again, bearing down on his forehead with the vise of her thighs. Finally the boy pulled away. His trousers fell to the filthy straw of this room. A stable, was it? A sty? Resting place of goats? She didn't care as he flopped her to the ground and mounted in an instant.

So huge, the boy. His thing smashed through her walls like a brick. He bludgeoned her. She cried out with joy and shame. “Stop!” she shouted. “Stop! It's tearing me apart.” He grinned at her pleas, ramming her again, cruelly. She cried with joy and pain, tears down her cheeks as the spasms racked her.

His constant thrusts forced them towards the middle of the hut. Finally, her head almost an inch into the dirt, he held, and her insides thrilled with the gush of his sperm.

“That all?” she said, slapping his face as he collapsed exhausted over her breast. “I haven't seen you in weeks…”

He grunted and rolled off. Men. Useless, the lot of them. She lay on her back, sighing. A face caught her eye near the window. She drew back in shock. Then began laughing.