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Lady Eloise had to learn all manner of new parlance once she, at last, paid a visit to the “ancestral estate.”
Axe—the tool by which a servant chops wood for the fireplace in the den.
Hayloft—a musty, elevated platform above the barn floor, constructed, presumably, so that certain parties could store bales of hay for those insatiable equines.
Trough—a water receptacle, typically for livestock, but occasionally for the wayward Eloise who, parched and disoriented, once attempted to drink directly from it.
Pitchfork—a tool with long, menacing prongs. Utterly unsuited for self-defense, contrary to Lady Eloise’s initial assumption, but alarmingly effective at piercing one’s petticoat.
She’d learned these things. She’d even, disgruntled as she was about the matter, learned to discern between a plough and a harrow. (Apparently, one tills more emphatically than the other. She still could not remember which was which.)
But none of that compared to the new, vulgar lexicon her half-sister had introduced to her repertoire.
Girlcum—the white, hot, and indescribably viscous emission that Eloise’s half-sister ejaculated with breathtaking regularity. Sometimes it spurted from her monstrous organ in a sudden, shocking jet. Sometimes it dribbled warmly down Eloise’s chin, congealing in a sticky mess that simply would not wipe away with a handkerchief. Her sister called it all sorts of horrifying things: “nut sludge,” “ball snot,” “dickmilk.” Eloise, mortified and enchanted in equal measure, could never bring herself to say those words aloud.
Clapcakes—a term at once unspeakably low-class and humiliatingly accurate. Her sister wielded the word with a teasing glee, always accompanied by a lewd slap to Eloise’s prodigious posterior. Sometimes, it referred to the anatomy itself. Sometimes, to Lady Eloise as a whole—a nickname that left Eloise blushing furiously, burying her face in her hands as her sister howled with laughter.
Ballcleaner—a rather utilitarian job descriptor, if Eloise were being honest, though one she could never have imagined would apply to her. Apparently, after a day’s toil among the fields, her half-sister returned to the barn sweating and in dire need of a thorough “ballcleaning.” And Lady Eloise had, after much negotiation (and not a little personal curiosity), assumed the role with what she hoped was a dignified enthusiasm.
Her sister assured her she had the most “refined tongue in the whole county.”
And finally—the most appalling moniker of the lot:
Bitchbreaker.
Her half-sister’s cock. Her half-sister’s pride and joy. Eloise’s own tormentor, nemesis, and (if she were being shamefully honest) secret obsession.
Eloise would never, ever utter these words in the city, not even on pain of death. She would faint dead away if the ladies at the club ever caught wind of them. And yet…
Here she was.
Nose buried in her half-sister’s dark, musky thatch. Kneeling on musty hay, delicate hands steadying the base of that thick, throbbing cock as she pressed her lips to the purplish, leaking tip. She could scarcely breathe through the pungent, earthy aroma of pubic hair and sweat and something uniquely male, uniquely her half-sister. The taste was salty, raw, and terribly, terribly addictive.
“Good girl, Eloise,” her half-sister murmured above, stroking her golden hair with rough, callused fingers. “You’re really getting the hang of this… and you said you could never be a farm girl!”
So humiliating. So degrading. So…
“Mmmph…” Eloise shivered, tongue working along the shaft with learned precision. She’d never done anything so debased, so utterly animal, in her entire life. But her sister’s cock demanded reverence. It twitched in her hands, oozing more of that thick, pearly girlcum onto her tongue.
She could feel her cheeks burning, bonnet askew and ribbon dangling. Her knees ached from the hard planks, but she didn’t dare break rhythm. Not when her sister’s cock throbbed and pulsed against her lips, heavy and veined and so very alive.
“Don’t stop now, Clapcakes. Not unless you want to taste the paddle again.”
The nickname made her whimper, thighs clenching as heat bloomed in her belly. She didn’t want to admit what the threat did to her… but she licked faster, swirling her tongue around the head like she’d been taught. She could feel the weight of her sister’s balls against her chin, sticky with sweat and the remnants of old pleasure.
“Look at you go,” her sister laughed, voice husky with arousal. “Hah. I knew you were a natural-born ballcleaner the second I saw that prissy little mouth. I just knew, nngh, that you’d be a real fit here on the family farm! Ain’t nothin’ like what you expected, I bet. Not at all like your high-class ass in the city, yeah?”
Eloise tried to shoot her a glare, but it was difficult when her lips were stretched around the girth of her half-sister’s “bitchbreaker.” The word alone made her shiver. So lewd, so bestial, and yet, appropriate. Every time her sister slid between her lips, Eloise could feel her jaw strain, saliva mixing with the constant drip of girlcum. The taste coated her tongue, thick and bitter at first, but then almost sweet.
She nuzzled deeper, emboldened by her sister’s moans. The barn was hot and close, dust motes swirling overhead and the distant lowing of cattle drifting in from outside. The world shrank down to the sensation of cock in her mouth, the way it throbbed and jerked as she pleasured it, the way her sister’s hips bucked ever-so-slightly when Eloise found a particularly sensitive spot.
Eloise whimpered. She could feel some of the mess dribbling down her chin, splattering onto her dress, the sticky mess soaking through her bodice and clinging to her delicate skin. It was impossible to keep tidy. Impossible to control. Her sister’s cock was simply too big, too demanding, too relentless.
And Eloise was powerless to resist.
She slurped and sucked, cheeks hollowing as she tried to keep up with the steady leak of her sister’s seed. Her own breath came in frantic little pants, each swallow accompanied by the shameful heat pooling between her thighs. She was shaking, barely able to keep her grip. Her jaw ached. But she couldn’t stop, not even for a second, because Vicky’s cock just kept leaking sticky, heavy girlcum straight onto her tongue.
And Vicky’s hands kept her right there, fingers tangled in Eloise’s hair, guiding and controlling her every move. It was so… so humiliating. And yet, Eloise wanted it. She wanted to be used. She wanted to prove that she could be a real farm girl, even if her dress was ruined and her knees were bruised and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so thoroughly debased.
She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling along the underside of the shaft. She could feel Vicky’s cock twitching, getting even thicker. Eloise whimpered, desperate for more, and the sound only made her half-sister laugh.
“Shit, Eloise,” Vicky groaned, head thrown back, sweat dripping down her temples. “You gotta slow down. You’re gonna make me blow already—and I haven’t even had my balls cleaned yet. You know the rules. Ballcleaner’s gotta do a proper job.”
She eased Eloise’s mouth off her cock, the tip popping free with a wet, needy sound. Vicky’s girlcum clung to Eloise’s lips, a shiny line of it dangling from her chin. Eloise stared up at her half-sister, face flushed, green eyes wide and glassy with need.
Vicky just grinned, sweaty and satisfied. “Look at you… drooling like a milk calf. C’mon, Clapcakes, you know what comes next.”
She nudged Eloise lower, guiding her beneath the thick shaft, right to the heavy, sweat-slick balls swaying underneath. They were enormous. Musky. Covered in a dark fuzz that glistened in the hot barn air. Drops of dried girlcum clung to them in milky streaks and pearly globs, and the scent hit Eloise the instant she moved her face close.
It was overwhelming. Pure, pungent, animal. Like every filthy thing she’d ever been warned about, turned up to a hundred.
Eloise moaned, actually moaned, as she buried her nose in the dense, sticky thatch. The smell was all-encompassing. Ball sweat. Farm musk. The sharp tang of dried girlcum. And beneath it all, the earthy scent of her half-sister: strong, almost addictive.
She breathed in, deep and trembling, and her whole body reacted. Her pussy clenched down, sopping wet. Her nipples dragged raw against the inside of her ruined dress. Her mind fogged over—the scent was everywhere, inside her, on her tongue, in her lungs.
She couldn’t help herself. She snorted, loud and desperate, pressing her nose directly against Vicky’s balls and inhaling with greedy abandon.
“Whoa there, girl,” Vicky cackled, nearly doubling over with laughter. “You tryin’ to go dumb off my ballsweat? Can’t have you passin’ out before I nut, yeah?”
But Eloise didn’t care. She was high on it. She lapped at the base of Vicky’s shaft, then dragged her tongue over one heavy ball, slow and shivering. The taste was as intense as the smell: salt, musk, a bitter undertone of dried cum and sweat. Her lips smeared it across her face, and she licked again, kittenish, greedy, desperate.
She kissed the underside, planting little pecks in the deepest crease, then sucked one ball into her mouth, cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her nose was buried against the other, snorting and whimpering with every frantic breath.
It was so dirty. So low. This was her job now, apparently. Ballcleaner. The pride of the Harrington line, on her knees in a barn, drooling all over her half-sister’s balls.
And Eloise adored it. There was no hiding it now. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt pulsed. She was soaking wet, grinding helplessly into the scratchy straw for any friction she could get.
“Damn, you really like that, huh?” Vicky’s voice was throaty, thick with arousal. “Go on. Get ‘em clean. Get ‘em real wet for me, Clapcakes.”
Eloise didn’t need to be told twice. She licked harder, faster, working her tongue into every musky fold. She sucked both balls into her mouth at once, stretching her lips wide, her nose mashed against the base of her sister’s cock.
She could hear herself. SLURP. SNNK. Every greedy, gluttonous sniff and slobbery lick echoed in the close heat of the barn. She didn’t care who might hear. She didn’t even care about the sticky mess all over her dress. All that mattered was the taste, the scent, and the way Vicky’s balls twitched under her eager tongue.
“Shit, Eloise—fuck. You’re gonna make me cum just from that,” Vicky grunted, hips jerking. “Look at you. You’re a natural. Really livin’ up to your title, aren’t you?”
Eloise couldn’t answer. Not with her mouth stretched wide around those swollen, pulsing balls. So she just moaned, muffled, sending the vibration straight through the heavy sack. Vicky hissed in delight, then grabbed Eloise’s hair again, tangling tight.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Vicky growled, voice gone rough. “Get your mouth back on my cock. Now. I wanna see you drink every drop.”
Eloise obeyed instantly. She pulled off Vicky’s balls with a wet pop, lips glistening with spit and sweat. She barely hesitated before taking the full, throbbing tip back between her lips. Vicky was already leaking again, a steady ooze of thick, gluey girlcum coating Eloise’s tongue.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Vicky groaned. “Get it nice and deep. Don’t hold back now, sis. I wanna fuck your prinm and proper little throat…”
The first thrust caught Eloise by surprise. Vicky was relentless, pushing forward, forcing the swollen head past the ring of tight muscle at the back of Eloise’s throat.
Her world went white for a second. Eloise’s eyelashes fluttered, her nose buried hard against the musky thatch at the base of her sister’s cock. She was so full. The air, the scent, her mouth, her mind—all of it was just Victoria, or, god, Vicky. Her “bitchbreaker.” The word made Eloise want to scream and melt all at once.
She choked, spluttered, but Vicky didn’t let up. “C’mon, you can take it,” Vicky grunted, voice thick with pride and hunger. “You’re a Harrington. You’re a ballcleaner. I want to see all that fancy training put to good use in your mouth. Gonna fuck your prissy little throat until you’re drooling all over yourself.”
Eloise wanted to protest, but she couldn’t even move. Vicky’s grip held her exactly where she wanted her, and her cock was just… so… big. Eloise’s jaw ached, her lips stretched wide, her throat convulsing around the fat head as it forced its way deeper and deeper. She could taste everything—the salt, the musk, the thick, gluey girlcum already dribbling into her mouth, coating her tongue and running down her throat in slow, lazy rivulets.
“Yeah, just like that,” Vicky growled, hips working in short, relentless pumps. “Take it. Fucking take all of it. That’s what a real farm girl does, Clapcakes. She takes care of her sister’s cock. She makes sure it’s clean, right down to the balls. Ah, fuck, you’re so good at this, Eloise…!”
Wet, squelching noises filled the barn. Mmmppph! Mmm! Eloise couldn’t help herself. Her nose was smashed flat against Vicky’s pubes, her face smeared with spit and sweat and stray drops of girlcum. Her throat bulged lewdly every time Vicky slammed forward, and Eloise’s body jerked helplessly in rhythm, knees scraping against the rough wood, tits mashed against the ruined front of her dress.
She couldn’t even think. Her mind just spun. Every time Vicky pistoned her hips, it sent a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to Eloise’s dripping cunt. She was so wet that her inner thighs were soaked, her pussy clenching wildly, desperate for stimulation. And it was all from this. From being used. From being held and fucked and filled to the brim with her half-sister’s cock. She was dizzy, delirious, and so, so horny.
She whimpered around Vicky’s shaft, tongue licking blindly at whatever she could reach. The head of her sister’s cock slammed over and over into the back of her throat, and Eloise’s eyes started to water. Tears slid down her cheeks, mingling with the sticky mess already smeared there. Her hair clung to her damp face; her bonnet dangled, forgotten, halfway down her back.
“Fuck, look at you,” Vicky gasped, a note of awe in her voice. “Takin’ it like a champ. Like a goddamn animal. You were wasted in the city, Eloise—you belong out here on the ground, gettin’ your mouth stuffed full on the regular…”
She fucked harder, faster, cock battering the soft ring of Eloise’s throat. Eloise’s hands scrambled for purchase, clinging to Vicky’s thighs, nails digging in for dear life. She could feel the shaft getting even bigger, pulsing, heat flaring every time Vicky moaned. The taste was getting stronger, more intense, and it made Eloise’s cunt clench even harder, drooling slick onto her ruined dress and the hay beneath her.
“Gonna cum, Clapcakes,” Vicky warned, voice breaking. “Open up. Drink it all. You know the rules! Ballcleaners swallow every drop!”
Eloise had no choice. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think; she just braced herself and waited. Vicky slammed in one more time, balls pressed tight against Eloise’s chin, and then—
HHK! Mmmph! Her mouth—and throat, god, her throat!—exploded with the taste of Vicky’s cum.
It was hot. Heavy. And there was so much of it. A thick, sticky flood of “nut sludge,” pouring straight down her gullet in wave after wave. Eloise’s whole body seized up with the shock of it. The taste was overwhelming, raw and musky and so, so dirty. She wanted to gag, to spit up, but Vicky’s hands were holding her still, forcing every last drop straight into her greedy, shivering mouth.
“C’mon… swallow it!” Vicky barked, hips jerking again and again. “Don’t you dare waste a single drop, sis! That’s family milk you’re drinkin’…!”
Eloise choked, but she obeyed. She gulped desperately, swallowing mouthful after mouthful as Vicky’s cock kept erupting, spurting thick ropes of girlcum that splattered the back of her throat and nearly made her eyes cross. It was so obscene. So wrong. And she wanted it more than anything.
She sucked. She gulped. She moaned, sending vibrations through Vicky’s cock as she tried to drain every last drop. The mess was everywhere; it leaked from the corners of her lips, drooled down her chin, and splattered onto her bodice, but Eloise tried her best to drink it all. She could feel it pooling in her belly, hot and heavy, making her shiver with aftershocks of lust.
“Mmm… mmmm…!” Eloise almost sobbed from the intensity, her whole body trembling. She wanted to cum herself, wanted to grind her soaked cunt into the hay until she screamed. But her job wasn’t finished—not until she’d sucked every last drop from her sister’s cock.
“Fuck… look at you. You’re drunk on it,” Vicky chuckled, pulling her hips back at last. The head of her cock slid free of Eloise’s lips with a lewd, sticky POP. “You got it all, Clapcakes! Didn’t think a city girl could swallow so much, did you? You’re a goddamn natural.”
Eloise wanted to protest. She wanted to snap back with a clever retort, but all she could do was collapse forward, mouth gaping, tongue lolling out as her jaw trembled from the strain. Her throat was so thick with the aftertaste of Vicky’s cum that she could barely even breathe. She coughed, choked a little, and then just swallowed again out of sheer, filthy instinct.
Vicky’s cock twitched right in her face, a fat droplet of spunk pooling at the tip. Eloise didn’t even hesitate this time. She licked it up, messy and desperate, savoring the obscene taste as her ruined dress clung to her sweat-soaked body.
God, she was so wet. She could feel it, hot and slick, practically pouring out from between her thighs and soaking into the straw below. Her cunt throbbed for attention, throbbing in time with the wild, frenzied beat of her heart.
That was the worst part—the more she drank, the more she wanted. Her mind was spinning, her cheeks blazing, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive. Or so depraved.
“Mmmph… you’re… you’re disgusting,” she moaned, slumping against Vicky’s thigh, face smeared with spit and cum. “You’re as crass and revolting as any farm animal, Victoria. You absolute brute…”
Vicky just laughed, slapping her cock against Eloise’s wet lips for emphasis. “Hah! Don’t you get it, Clapcakes? That’s the whole point. Out here, we don’t stand on ceremony or whatever fancy-ass etiquette you city girls got. Victoria is a name for ladies in parlors and silk gloves. Out here, it’s just Vicky. Got it?”
She leaned forward, hands braced on her hips, looming over Eloise’s trembling form. Her cock bobbed right in front of Eloise’s face, already getting hard again.
“Say it,” Vicky taunted, voice low and rough. “Tell me you want more, Clapcakes. Tell me you wanna get bred like an animal. Beg for it, sis. Go on, you know you’re dying to…”
Eloise’s face went scarlet. She tried to muster her usual composure, but her body betrayed her, hips grinding into the hay, her ruined skirts riding up to expose her shamefully slick thighs. She hadn’t seen her sister in years, and perhaps only now she was beginning to realize the meaning behind the separation. All she could think about was this woman’s cock. The taste of her sister’s cum lingered on her tongue, thick and inescapable.
She wanted more. She needed it more than she’d ever needed anything.
“…I want to have more fun,” she whispered, trembling all over. “So, um, if you would…?”
Vicky’s teeth flashed in a feral grin. “That’s more like it. But what kinda fun, hm? You wanna do it doggy style? Or pig-style? Or, if you’re feeling like a real brave girl, we could even do it horse-style! Which do you feel up for, sis?”
Eloise did a double-take. “W-what in the world are you talking about? What does that mean? What deplorable act are you about to teach me now?!”
But Vicky simply laughed. “I’m kidding, Clapcakes. I know what you’re ready for, and it’s not horsey stuff.” She gave her dark cock a few strokes, and Eloise watched as it slowly but surely stirred back to life. “Let’s go for a roll in the hay. You can handle that, can’t you, cutie?”
Eloise’s cheeks reddened at the little nickname, and she nodded. Before long, her estranged half-sister was lying on a bed of hay deep within the barn, and she helped Eloise out of whatever clothes were in the way before hoisting the smaller, paler girl onto her lap.
Eloise yelped as she was hauled straight off her feet, weightless and blushing in her half-sister’s powerful arms. Her ruined dress tangled around her hips, bonnet wobbling on her head, and then—flump! She landed, bare and trembling, right in the cradle of Vicky’s lap.
Vicky’s cock was already stiff again, hot and heavy and obscenely upright, slapping against Eloise’s bare ass as she settled. The heat of it made her shudder. She could feel the sticky mess from earlier gluing her thighs together, already soaking into her delicate skin and leaving smears all down her inner legs.
“Easy there, Clapcakes,” Vicky crooned, one big hand splayed across Eloise’s lower back. “Don’t want you slippin’ and landing face-first in my lap again. Unless that’s what you want, huh?”
Eloise sputtered, cheeks burning. “That is not what I want, you absolute brute!”
But she didn’t move to escape. She didn’t even try. Instead, she clung to Vicky’s broad shoulders, nails digging in for purchase as her sister rolled her hips up, grinding the thick shaft against Eloise’s bare, swollen folds.
The sensation made Eloise’s toes curl. Her pussy was soaked. She could feel every vein, every twitch from Vicky’s cock, even through the haze of her own arousal.
“God, you’re wet,” Vicky rumbled, low and delighted. “Didn’t know city girls leaked like that. Thought you were all tight-laced and proper. But you’re just dripping for it, aren’t you?”
Eloise tried to glare, but she only succeeded in whimpering as Vicky rubbed the tip of her cock between Eloise’s folds, smearing the sticky mess everywhere.
“You’re the one who’s… who’s so disgusting,” Eloise managed, shivering as the wet, fat head notched right against her entrance. “L-look at you. Covered in sweat, and you haven’t washed in days, and you’re… you’re making a mess of me!”
Vicky grinned. She leaned in until her stubbled jaw grazed Eloise’s cheek, breath hot in her ear. “Yeah, but you love it. Don’tcha?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. With one slow, monstrous push, Vicky pressed the head of her cock inside.
Eloise gasped. She felt herself stretch, wider than she’d ever thought possible, as Vicky’s cock forced its way in. The wet, sticky glide of it was obscene—a slippery, relentless pressure that made Eloise’s mind go blank.
“Oh, god… oh…” Eloise’s eyes rolled up. “It’s so big…”
Vicky couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rumbling right through Eloise’s body. “Damn straight. Now, c’mon, show me how you ride.”
Vicky braced herself on her elbows, still sitting upright on the hay bales. Eloise perched in her lap, impaled on her cock, hands clutching at Vicky’s shoulders as she struggled to adjust to the girth. She was so full. So stretched. Every little movement sent sparks of pleasure up her spine.
For a moment, they just breathed together. Eloise’s chest heaved, bonnet sliding off her head entirely as she tried to get her bearings. The barn was hot and close, filled with the earthy scent of hay and livestock, but all she could smell was sex. Spunk, sweat, and the thick, animal musk of her sister’s cock.
“She’s a tight fit, ain’t she?” Vicky murmured, watching Eloise’s face like a hawk. “You sure you can handle it?”
Eloise swallowed, forcing herself to nod. “I… I can do it. I’m not a coward…”
“That’s the spirit. Now bounce, sweetheart.”
Vicky planted her hands on Eloise’s hips and gave a helpful shove.
Eloise yelped as she slid up the shaft, only to drop back down and take it even deeper. Her oversized ass smacked down with a loud, lewd CLAP that echoed off the barn walls.
CLAP!
She froze, mortified. The sound was unmistakable. Her cheeks went crimson as Vicky started laughing again.
“That’s why I call you Clapcakes, dummy,” Vicky teased, grinning up at her. “You got the best pair in the whole damn county! Sound off, baby!”
Vicky thrust up again, harder this time, and Eloise’s ass smacked down against her thighs with another resounding
PLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Eloise whimpered. Her whole body juddered from the force of it, her pussy clenching tight around the thick shaft. It was impossible to keep quiet—as soon as she moved, her ass cheeks bounced and collided, making that unmistakable, percussive sound.
“You’re doing great,” Vicky murmured, coaxing her hips up and down. “Just like that. Put your back into it. Show me how a city girl rides cock. C’mon, Clapcakes, give me a show.”
Eloise bit her lip. She felt completely exposed. Every bounce sent loud, farm-animal clapping noises ringing through the barn. Her green eyes glazed over as the pleasure built and built, each stroke stuffing her so full she could barely breathe.
“I… I can’t believe this…” Eloise whimpered, hands trembling as she started to move by herself. “This is so… so lewd, so undignified, I…”
Vicky just grinned. She reached up and squeezed Eloise’s ass, digging her big, callused fingers into the soft flesh.
“Yeah, you love it, don’t you. You love getting your fat ass spanked and fucked just like this. Like a real farm girl.”
CLAP! CLAP! PLAP!
Eloise moaned, hips rolling with every thrust. She was helpless now, lost in the thick haze of sensation. The barn faded away. There was only her, and Vicky, and the relentless, pounding rhythm that made her entire body quake.
She could feel herself getting closer. Her whole body tensed, nipples dragging raw against her sweaty skin, cunt squeezing down hard every time Vicky bottomed out inside her.
“Can you say something dirty for me, Clapcakes?” Vicky’s voice was pure mischief, rough with hunger. “C’mon. Tell me what you want. I know you’ve got it in you. Beg for it. Beg to get bred like an animal.”
Eloise’s face went scarlet. Her lips worked, but she couldn’t quite get the words out. It was so humiliating…
“P-please, um… please… fuck my… um…” She faltered, searching for the right word. “Please f-fuck my… posterior…?”
Vicky cracked up, actually tilting backward on the hay and howling with laughter. “Posterior?! You little dork! Oh, my god, you’re killin’ me!”
She punctuated the joke with a stinging slap to Eloise’s ass. SMACK! The jolt made Eloise bounce even harder, slamming down on Vicky’s cock so deep the world went white for a second.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Vicky bucked up, matching her rhythm to the bouncing of Eloise’s hips. The sound was indecent. Flesh on flesh, loud as a handclap, over and over and over. Eloise could barely see straight. Her pussy pulsed with need, slick and hungry, milking her sister’s cock with every desperate squeeze.
“I want you to say it, Clapcakes,” Vicky taunted, voice thick. “Say something nasty. Tell me you want my cum. Beg for my cock. C’mon, you can do it.”
Eloise shivered. Her mind blanked at the thought of saying something so awful. But the need was unbearable. She wanted to please her sister. She wanted Vicky to fill her up, to make her cum so hard she forgot her own name.
She tried again.
“Please… please breed me,” she whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “Breed me like… like a… livestock animal. With your… with your ‘bitchbreaker’…!”
There was a stunned pause.
Then Vicky whooped, slapping Eloise’s ass even harder. “That’s my girl! Damn, you came up with that all on your own? Didn’t think you had it in you!”
Her cock throbbed inside Eloise, swelling even bigger. Eloise couldn’t help it. She moaned, desperate for more, and started bouncing faster.
CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The mess between her thighs was everywhere now, soaking both of them. It dribbled down her legs, pooled on Vicky’s lap, and soaked into the hay below. Eloise’s inner thighs were slick with it. Her ass bounced furiously, cheeks jiggling with every slap. There was no possible way to hide how much she loved it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Vicky growled, voice tight. “Keep going. Take all of it. You’re gonna milk me dry, Clapcakes. Gonna fill that stuck-up city girl pussy so full you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Eloise whimpered. The words made her whole body shudder.
She could feel her orgasm looming, massive and inescapable. She bounced harder. Vicky’s hands kept her right there, guiding her, controlling her every move. The cock inside her swelled, heating up, ready to explode.
“Don’t stop,” Vicky urged, bucking up to meet her. “Fuck, don’t you dare stop now. I’m gonna nut so hard in you, you’ll feel it in your teeth. C’mon, Clapcakes, ride me to the finish!”
Eloise obeyed, losing all thought, all composure. She rode Vicky’s cock like an animal, bouncing up and down, ass clapping wildly against her sister’s thighs.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The noise was deafening. Her mind spun, hands clutching desperately at Vicky’s broad shoulders. Sweat and girlcum and the thick, earthy scent of farm sex filled the air.
And then Vicky started to cum.
It was instant, seismic—a thick, hot surge of spunk that blasted deep inside Eloise, filling her to the brim. She could feel it jetting in, thick and sticky, coating her insides with wave after wave of “nut sludge.” The sensation made her whole body seize up, pleasure exploding from the center of her cunt and radiating outwards until she was shaking, shuddering, screaming.
“Oh… oh, god… Vicky…!” Eloise wailed, her back arching, thighs quivering as she came.
Vicky’s hands gripped her hips hard, driving her down, keeping her right there as her cock pulsed and jerked, pumping Eloise full. Eloise sobbed, lost in the shattering pleasure, ass clapping in time with the frantic contractions of her pussy.
It was pure chaos. Hot spurts just kept coming, filling her so full that it leaked out around the edges, running down her thighs in sticky, hot rivers. Eloise’s orgasm pulsed in time with the mess, each splash of spunk setting off another shiver, another wild, helpless moan.
Vicky just grunted and fucked up into her, relentless to the end. “Take it… fuck, just take it… gonna fill you up so good, Clapcakes…”
Eloise obliged, squeezing down with every last ounce of strength, milking her sister’s cock for every drop. Her own pleasure was blinding, unending, stretching out as she bounced and spasmed in her half-sister’s lap.
The sound was obscene. The mess was everywhere. Eloise had never felt so dirty—or so deliriously happy.
The orgasm finally ebbed. Vicky slumped back, still holding Eloise on her cock, both of them panting and spent. Eloise wilted in her lap, face buried in Vicky’s shoulder, jaw slack, eyes half-closed. She could feel the sticky warmth leaking out of her, dribbling down her ass and legs, soaking into the hay below.
For a long moment, all they could do was breathe.
Then Vicky started to laugh, just a little. Not her usual bark of a cackle, but something softer, almost bashful. She slumped back in the hay, dragging Eloise down with her, so they were a sticky, tangled pile of limbs and sweat and still-slick bodies. Eloise barely protested as she collapsed in her half-sister’s arms, burying her hot, flushed face in the crook of Vicky’s neck.
“Damn, you wore yourself out, huh?” Vicky whispered, her hands already roaming, not with greedy insistence this time, but with something almost tender. She stroked Eloise’s tousled hair, thumb brushing lightly over Eloise’s cheek and jaw. “Never thought I’d see a Lady of the city look so fuckin’ adorable, all droopy-eyed and ruined like this…”
Eloise shivered. Her entire body tingled, over-sensitive and bursting with aftershocks of pleasure. She could feel Vicky’s cock softening inside her, sticky warmth leaking out in slow, obscene dribbles. The mess was everywhere—in her cunt, smeared all along the insides of her thighs, splattered across Vicky’s lap. The hay under them was absolutely ruined.
It was so disgusting. So crass. So… farm.
Yet Eloise clung tightly, refusing to let go. She inhaled the mingled scents of hay, sweat, and sex, and let herself melt into Vicky’s arms. Her half-sister’s skin was hot and rough, but the embrace itself was unexpectedly gentle. She felt… safe, somehow, even as her mind reeled with the memories of what they’d just done.
She squirmed a little, embarrassed by the sticky sensation pooling between her thighs, but Vicky just pulled her closer, one hand massaging the small of Eloise’s back in slow, lazy circles.
“You alright?” Vicky murmured, voice husky but warm. “Didn’t push it too far, did I? You always look like you’re gonna pass out when you cum that hard…”
“I am perfectly fine,” Eloise mumbled, barely able to muster her usual haughtiness. Her lips brushed against Vicky’s neck as she spoke. “That was simply… a great deal to endure, that is all. I am not accustomed to… any of this.”
Vicky snorted. “Yeah, I figured. Most folks don’t have their first barn roll end up this messy.” She flexed her arms around Eloise, squeezing her gently. “But you did amazing. For what it’s worth, I’m fuckin’ glad you’re here, Clapcakes.”
Eloise’s face went red, but she didn’t argue. She kept her arms looped tight around Vicky’s shoulders, unwilling to move. She was shocked by how much she wanted to stay like this—with her musky, uncivilized brute of a half-sister holding her, stroking her hair, their bodies sticky and tangled.
It was so different from the city. All her life, the other side of the family had been an embarrassment. A punchline. She’d expected to be repulsed. Instead, well…
…she did feel repulsed, and yet so much more. Suddenly, she didn’t loathe being here so much.
And as she snuggled even deeper into her half-sister’s boxy arms, she couldn’t deny that she felt a tremor of excitement run through her sweaty, stinking body.
Perhaps it really did well to see how the other half lived. And maybe, just maybe, she could have just as much fun with her other relatives, too, no matter how uncivilized they might be.
