A Peasant Girl – Chapter 3

Anna could still taste the salty tang of semen in her mouth as she trudged home. The fair was in the big town several miles from her farm, and her feet hurt already from the day of walking. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into her bed, knowing all too well that morning was far nearer than she wanted.

As she walked she thought back to the afternoon; her pussy still hurt from all the groping, but she barely noticed. Her mind was on the feel of a boy’s cock in her mouth, specifically her brother’s. She could feel it jammed into her throat, and she almost gagged from the thought of it. And yet as she thought, the images and feelings aroused her, alarmingly so.

She was so preoccupied with these thoughts that she didn’t even notice she was being followed. Her brother and Boris were sneaking up behind her, and she only realized they were there when they grabbed her bodily and hauled her off the road. “Come on you pig, careful with her,” Vladimir said, but Anna couldn’t cry out because his hand was over her mouth, clamping down painfully. “Don’t worry bitch, we’re just having a lark.”

“A lark,” echoed Boris, who seemed a little more nervous about the whole thing. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”

“You’re horny as a priest in a nunnery,” laughed Vladimir as the two boys carried Anna off over the fields. “Natalya’s back in town.” Natalya was the town whore, stout and rough, who spent more time on her knees for the police to keep out of prison than she did on her back to make a living. Boris grimaced at the thought.

“You’re keeping your sister all for yourself then?” he asked, almost serious, so worried was he that he might not get another opportunity.

“You pig, that’s all you think about,” said Vladimir dismissively. “I should start charging you and the boys; I’m not running a charity.” Then he laughed, and Boris laughed nervously too.

The place they were going couldn’t have been far from the road, but when they dumped Anna to the ground they were both winded. Anna simply lay still, hoping they would not be too long. “Well pig,” said Vladimir finally, using his favorite name for everyone, “I’m going first because she’s my sister, but maybe if you behave you’ll get your turn. If not, you’ll just have to get yourself off watching.”

Anna didn’t know what her brother meant, but as he rolled her over and started hiking her dress up she had a fair idea how it would begin.