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Training Cousin Jayne
(Sylvester Horne)

     His lust was up.  The sight of her hot pants tightly wrapping her curvaceous bum, the material pulled deep into the cleft, made him feel even hornier.  \"Right, you fucking bitch, I\'ll show you whose boss round here!\"  He succeeded in forcing his right hand\'s fingers between the shorts\' waistband and her flesh, he taking a grip and jerking her back towards him.  His left hand reached around to her front, feeling for the fastenings, violently tugging at the material until the button parted from its thread, and he burst open the plastic zipper. \r\n     \"Please, Cousin Vince, let me go!\" Jayne wailed.  She was using both of her hands, one fighting with his, trying to get it away from the front of her hot pants, the other hand desperately attempting to hold up the garment. \r\nHe however was now successfully using his right hand to yank the shorts over her hips.  Pulling his left hand from her grasp, he used both mitts to get the garment sliding down towards her knees.  Her revealed panties looked flimsy, made of a similar red-cotton as her bra.  His hands were clutching the sides as she suddenly lurched forward, trying to escape.  As she pulled away from him, he stumbled, his shoulder butting into her back, he sinking to his knees dragging down her panties as he fell, they impeding her ability to run.  Getting sort of twisted up, she went sprawling, landing on the hard ceramic tiles with a bit of a \"Splat!\"\r\n     \"Yeeouch!\" she shrieked, trying to scrabble out of his reach.\r\n     Reckoning she was a pretty strong girl he knew he was going to have his work cut out restraining and taking her.  She was five-foot six-inches tall with a good set of muscles, she being a regular netball player and competitive swimmer back home in Australia.  His eyes had veiled over, his brain fired with wanton bestial desire.  No one was going to save her now.\r\n     Inflamed with passion, wanting immediate gratification, he yanked his trousers open, cursing himself for wearing both them and underpants.  He prised the garments down, pulling his throbbing cock out into the daylight.  If she succeeded in getting onto her back he was certain she would be able to resist him, probably kick him where he did not want to be kicked.  Springing forward, he landed on top of her buttocks, his right hand entwining into her shoulder-length hair, using her locks to yank her head back cruelly.\r\n     \"Yeeouch, let me go, you bastard!\"\r\n