Chapter 5 - Delma pounces on her cousin

Walking in these panties is exquisite - they pull on my cock, tugging it into more pleasure since it knows it's inside Delma's prettiest panties. Hell fire, if she saw me now what would she say? What would she think of me? I stand at the blouses again, and yes, yesssss, there are skirts and I'm going to put one of them on over my blouse. I fondle them with both hands, loving seeing my widely puffed blouse sleeves in front of me. There's a pale blue one, a navy blue one, a yellow one with flowers printed on it. A white pleated skirt and a black pleated one. I go back to the pale blue skirt next to her dresses and clasp the hanger. It slides out with a "Whoosh" and swings from its waist, hanging from its hanger. It's a long skirt. I raise it high so that it slithers against my blouse, and put my other hand under it. Underneath it is a cool, smooth, satin lining, and it's white. I dream of wearing it, having this smooth skirt flaring and flouncing round my panties, and I feel more and more excited as I   unclip it from its hanger. I have never known pleasure like this before, so intense, so right for me, so - oh, so-o-o-ooo - Ohhhh! I'm - I'm ju-ju-juicing into - into Delma's panties. Ohhhh, it's gushing, pumping. What am I going to do? I'll never get them clean and dr - SMACK! "GOTcha, you snivelling little RAT!" I hear the words, but I'm sitting on the carpet, a blue skirt in my hands, draped over my knees. My hair is pulling nearly off of my scalp and another smack rings through my head from my cheek bone. "God help you if you've spunked into my pants!" I hear above me, and I am dragged back nearly off my knees and onto my heels. "Oh my God, you're still pumping, you pig!" SMACK! "You slut-bag!" SMACK! "You fucking wanker!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I use my hands to protect my face, peering up. Delma, pulling me back by the hair, looking down with her legs astride of me while she sees what I'm doing. "Oh Delma, Del - I can expl - I couldn't help it, I - it was the p-p-ant - " "Save it, you scum-fucker, I don't want to hear." She rains more slaps on any part of my face she can find. "Scum-bags like you deserve all you get - and you're going to get plenty, believe me." I can't get up. I'm trying but I can't, her blows have taken it out of me, and I have to protect myself. "Delma I'm awfully s-s- Ooowww! I'm sorry. I did-did-didn't know this would happen when I - Ouch! Owww! - I shouldn't've tried on your - Owwwwww!" "No you shouldn't have, you dung-beetle, but you did. You're like all the pigs - just thinking about your fucking prick." She stops hitting me and pulls me forward by the hair so that my face is down at my knees. She's got one of my arms twisted up my back. "If you could see me now, Delma gal," she cries above me in a voice thick with sarcasm, "my cock is pushing its loving into your pussy panties!" She lets go of my hair and crowns me on the top of the head with a heavy smack. She grabs my other hand and pulls them together, upturned at my shoulder blades. "I'm fastening your blouse, Delma," she went on, mocking me. She must have heard what I'd been saying, while I was putting on her clothes. She fastens my hands together, winding rope round and round my wrists. "It says it all about you, you slutty pig." She gets off my back and pulls my hands down the back of my blouse, my wrists killing me with burning tightness. "It says it all about all men. You're all bastards, every last one of you. But no worries, little Yankee wanker, you're going to get what's coming to you." ***

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