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Harold swilled down the last of his beer, then crumpled the aluminum can like a
wad of newspaper. A few drops of the piss-colored liquid splashed onto the floor
and Harold wiped them up with the holey gray sock on his foot while he tossed
the crushed Coors can into the trash container across the room.
Don't mean to dirty up your home none, Calvin.
Aw, shit, Calvin said, showing front teeth that looked moth-eaten,
my place is your place any time you're in town. How many times I have to
tell that? Now, put up your feet and have another beer. You and the young 'uns
spend the night. A lot of good drinking bars in this town - and a couple of 'em
even got strippers.
Don't say? Harold said, returning the wink Calvin had given him.
Don't say? He popped the tab off another can of Coors. Well,
Calvin, you're forgetting what it's like being a farmer. A man can't be sitting
around all day and night swigging beer when a man's got farm to run. He
raised his eyebrows intentionally, smiling to himself when he saw Calvin wince,
No sir, not when a man's got a working farm to run. Strippers, eh?
Calvin's face brightened as Harold brought the topic back to strippers.
Take off every stitch, Harold. You never seen nothing like it.
Professional gals from the big city. Tits like you ain't never seen. Cunts like
virgin teen girls - hot tight little cunts. Shit, you can shine a flashlight up
inside 'em and they don't give a fuck.
Don't say? Harold had only seen strippers at the traveling carnival
in the summer, but none of them had ever spread their legs for the crowd.
Sure thing. One of them babies even shoves a lit cigarette between her
bristly lips and puffs on it. Ever hear of such a thing, Harold?
Heard of it, but ain't never seen it. He scratched an itch on the
sole of his right foot with the big toe of his left. The toe was naked, sticking
out of one of the holes in his sock. He took a long swig of beer, letting the
cold bitter liquid slide down his throat. A few drops rolled down his beard and
flicked off onto his bare chest. It was a hot day, and the beer felt good, like
cool rain, and it tasted even better.
Well, you gotta see it, Harold. I'll take you over to the Dingle Dangle
Bar tonight. Say, maybe we can even get Seth inside. Give the boy a thrill.
Shit, he can pass for old enough if we pull a cap down over his eyes. Besides,
you being his pa and all, they'd probably let him in anyway.
The boy's getting his thrill this afternoon. Besides, like I told you,
Calvin, I got me a farm to run.
Shit, one night away from the place ain't gonna hurt none. You'd think
them hogs of yours was milk cows the way you carry on about 'em. You likely fed
'em enough slop before you left to keep em eating high off the hog for a
week. He chuckled. High off the hog, Harold. High off the hog.
Harold smiled, chugging down the rest of his beer. You always had a sharp
wit about you, Calvin. Never could deny that. Well, let me put it this way - I
ain't saying yes, and I ain't saying no. We'll wait awhile and see. He
crushed his empty beer can and flung it across the room. The crumpled aluminum
wad careened off the wall and dropped into the trash bucket.
Nice shot, Calvin said, tossing Harold another sweaty can of Coors
from the ice-chest on the floor between them. Maybe tonight you can get a
shot at one of them open strippers. Some of them broads look like they been
fucked by a donkey.
Maybe they have, Harold said, and Calvin guffawed. Maybe they
have. And Calvin hugged his paunch. Calvin always was one to appreciate a
good joke. Maybe that's why Calvin had such a sharp wit.
The door flew open from one of the back rooms and Seth stomped in and pulled up
a chair next to Harold. As he settled himself, he clunked the heels of his
overgrown bare feet on the sill of the window before which they were all seated.
Harold slapped his son's bare chest with the back of his hand. Get your
shit-black feet off Carl's window! He'll think you was raised in a barn.
Hey, wait a minute there, Harold, Calvin said. Ain't nothing
wrong with the boy resting his feet up there just because he ain't wearing socks
like you. Shit, what's a window sill for but to cool off the tired old
dogs?
See, Seth said, nodding to Calvin appreciatively. I ain't
hurting nothing, Pa. He nabbed Harold's can of Coors.
Harold let the boy get a good swig of beer, then yanked the can out of his
hands. Don't be a pig, boy. Mind your manners.
Calvin laughed. Let the boy drink up, Harold. Here's another can for
you. He tossed Harold another can, but before Harold could get it Seth
snatched it out of the air from right in front of Harold's nose. Seth's arm was
as fast as a whip. He'd make one hell of a boxer, Harold had thought many times.
Harold watched the boy rip the tab off the can and start chugging down the beer.
Slow down, boy. I ain't gonna have you crawling around drunk. He
grabbed Seth's arm. Sudsy beer spilled down Seth's neck and over his chest.
Now you made me spill it, Seth said. Shit! He wiped the
beer off his bare belly. Some of it had run down under his jeans, making it look
like he'd creamed in his pants.
Don't go shitting me, boy, Harold said. Unless you want a good
whipping. I can still take you, boy. Remember that.
Sure, Pa, Seth said, wiping his wet hand on the leg of his Jeans.
His wheat-colored hair fell in his eyes, making him look like a forlorn sheep
dog.
What're you so dang ornery about anyway? Harold could always tell
when something was wrong in his son's head. The boy had the same shut-mouthed
orneriness as his ma had had.
I ain't ornery, Seth said guzzling down more beer. He stared
straight out the window as if he were reading a sign out on the street.
You're chewin' your dang beer like it was rawhide, boy. Don't try telling
me you ain't ornery.
Calvin laughed. Leave the boy alone, Harold. I think maybe Gwen in there'
been giving the boy a hard time. She can get a might ornery herself. Just give
me a few minutes with her, Seth. I'll knock some sense into her silly
head. He started to climb out of his chair.
Harold reached over and held him back. Whoa there, Calvin. Seth ain't
stated his grievances yet. Now you just rest easy.
Calvin sank back into his chair, looking relieved that he didn't have to get up.
Harold smiled to himself. Ever since Calvin had moved to the city he'd been
getting lazier and lazier, and his paunch had been getting bigger and bigger -
not that Calvin wasn't a lazy bastard even when he'd still been a farmer.
Rest easy Calvin, Harold said. These young 'uns can care of
theirselves. Ain't that right, Seth?
Sure, Pa. A vein on the boy's temple throbbed. He guzzled down the
last of his beer, then swore under his breath.
Goddamn it, Seth, Harold said. Now you open up or I'm gonna
lay you out flat. Why are you so goddamn ornery?
Seth crushed his beer can with a clap of his two large hands, Ask
Delbert, he said. Don't ask me. Ask him.
What do you mean, ask Delbert? I'm warning you, boy. Out with it.
Delbert's hogging her, Pa. I ain't had a crack at her yet. He's up on her
ass like a billy goat, and he ain't getting off. Calvin guffawed, nearly
falling out his chair. Shove it in her mouth, boy. She's got more holes
than one. Shiit!
I tried, Seth said. She's got her jaw set like a mule. One at
a time, she says. One at a time, or she ain't doing no more fucking today.
Christ, it ain't fair Delbert's been up on her for more than an hour. Oh,
jeez! He rubbed the leg of his jeans. His hard cock throbbed inside his
pants like a living salami.
Calvin's face screwed up with seriousness. He chugged down the rest of his beer.
Damn little bitch, he said. What kind of shit's she trying to
pull? Goddamn it, ever since I brung her to the city she's been getting more and
more high and mighty.
Now it was Harold's turn to laugh. That happens, Calvin. All these uppity
city women around for her to see and take after. What can you expect,
Calvin?
Calvin didn't smile. Sweat dripped from his nose and rolled down over his beer
belly as he struggled up out of his chair. Like a prize hog, Harold thought.
Gwen! Calvin bellowed. Get your ass in here. Now!
I'm busy, Pa! came Gwen's far off voice from one of the rear
bedrooms of the house. You oughta know that, Pa.
Now! Calvin bellowed, and his voice shook the wood-frame house.
Now!
Seth's mouth hung open while he watched Calvin, and Harold nudged the boy,
whispering, Old Calvin ain't exerted himself this much since he left the
farm. Seth smiled.
The door to the back hallway opened slowly, and Gwen poked her head into the
livingroom. Her black hair was tangled, as if she'd just awakened from a night's
sleep.
Yeah, Pa?
Yeah, Pa nothing! Calvin yelled. Get your uppity ass in
here!
Gwen stepped into the livingroom, wrapped in a white sheet. Half her hair fell
over the front of one shoulder, hanging two feet down the front of the sheet
like black Spanish moss. Her bare feet showed from under the sheet, the toes
still wide spread and strong, evidence that she'd been raised as a barefooted
country girl. She smiled shyly, and her eyes shifted uneasily.
Drop that sheet, Calvin said. You think none of us ever seen
you naked?
Gwen let the sheet slide off her shoulders and heap on the floor around her feet
like snow. The teenaged girl was a ripe beauty. Purple nipples capped her fully
developed tits. Her cunt hair was as shimmering-black as her head, the kinky
triangle of fur seeming to pulsate. Her inner thighs were shiny with juice -
pussy juice and likely with Delbert's cum.
Harold hadn't expected to get a piece of her ass until later in the afternoon,
until after his two sons had had all the fucks their horny young pricks could
stand, but now, sitting here looking at the hottest farm female to ever come out
of the county, Harold found himself hornier than he'd been in months. His cock
swelled up in half a second, and he gripped his prick the same way Seth was
gripping his own cock.
Now what's this, Calvin asked, about you smart-mouthing
Seth?
I just asked him to wait for Delbert to finish himself off, Pa. I just
wanted both of them to get their money's worth.
Calvin spat. How do you expect Seth here to get his money's worth with you
clamming up your mouth like a mule? I don't care if Seth here wants to piss in
your mouth. You open up for him - hear?
You don't understand, Pa.
Shut your mouth, girl! Don't try any of your smart city-girl talk on me.
Now get down and show me your ass.
Gwen groaned, but dropped to her knees immediately. She swiveled, leaned forward
onto her elbows, and pushed her beautiful round ass high into the air. Calvin
took two steps toward her, yanked off his belt, and let her have it.
Crack! The leather belt fell across Gwen's young ass. The teenage girl
whimpered, and her ass shivered, the pink pucker between her asscheeks appearing
to dilate. Crack! The belt fell again. Crack! Crack! Crack! Gwen screamed and
toppled over onto the heaped white sheet, rolling her naked young body into a
ball. Calvin raised his belt again, but before he could lay it on his daughter's
naked body, Seth intervened, diving from where he sat in his chair and landing
on the girl like a cat pouncing on a bird. The boy covered her, clawing at her
tits, ramming his long middle finger up her cunt, chewing at her shoulder.
Calvin lowered his belt. Hey, boy, I ain't done whipping her muley
ass. He was panting from the exertion of the five lashes he'd given her,
and sweat rolled off his forehead and dripped off his nose.
Harold couldn't help but to laugh. Set yourself down, Calvin. Let the boy
take care of her. He'll give her more than a whipping to think about.
Calvin gave Harold a grim look, then smiled. You make a lot of sense,
Harold. He reseated himself with a look of satisfaction.
The old boar's thanking the Almighty, Harold thought, thanking the Almighty for
sending Seth to take over. It's too hot a day for tanning hide, he's thinking.
Gwen squirmed on the floor, trying to escape Seth's biting and clawing and
finger-jamming. Besides that, she was likely still smarting from her father's
leather belt. She uncoiled suddenly and struck at Seth's face with her
fingernails. Seth jerked away as if he'd been struck at by a rattlesnake.
Goddamn you, bitch! Calvin shouted, and he started to struggle out
of his chair.
Harold reached over and held him down. Leave her be, Calvin. Let the boy
take care of her. He's gotta learn how to tame a wild filly sometime.
Calvin settled back. All right, he said, but I don't like the
uppity way she's behaving. She's been tame enough for five years now - best
goddamn whore a man could ask for. Now why's she getting so goddamn uppity all
of a sudden? He shook his head.
Ain't nothing wrong with a little spunk in a female, Harold said,
and he rubbed his aching cock again. He liked women with fight. He'd sired six
sons on a muley wife - rest her soul. But that was ancient history. He hadn't
wrestled a female in years. He hoped Gwen would still have some fight in her
after Seth got through with her.
Seth kneeled up and struggled out of his pants. Gwen lay before him on the
floor, glaring at him like a mad black cat. Gwen had yellowish-green eyes and,
together with her black hair, they made her look mean. The boy had a tight ass
and muscular legs, which were both very white in contrast to his sun-tanned
torso. Harold smiled to himself as Seth sat back to drag the jeans off over his
big feet. The boy was wiry and mean. This was going to be a good cat fight.
Shit, Harold, Calvin said, the boy takes after his pa, don't
he? Biggest goddamned dick I ever seen.
Harold laughed. Bigger than mine, Calvin. Hey, Seth, turn yourself more
around so Calvin here can get a look at your crowbar.
Aw, Pa, Seth said, but he spun around on his skinny ass, which made
a rubbery squeaking sound against the wood of the floor. His enormous cock
throbbed, standing vertical against his brown belly. The purple cockhead, half
poking out of its foreskin, tapped his belly well up above the navel. His
bloated brown balls rolled restlessly against the floor wood.
Calvin whistled. Goddamn! You ever measured the dang thing, boy?
Seth's face turned almost as purple as his prickhead.
Well, speak up, Seth, Harold urged.
Ten and a half inches, Seth said, measured on top.
I believe it, Calvin said. Shit!
That's a half inch longer than my own, Harold said. But you
ain't seen nothing yet. Delbert! Delbert! Where in the hell are you? What in the
hell you doing back there? Hiding?
Right here, Pa. Delbert stepped through the same door Gwen had. He
looked like a miniature version of Seth - wiry, brown, with a mop of shaggy
wheat-colored hair. He held a pillow in front of his loins to hide his total
nakedness.
Harold laughed, and Calvin guffawed.
Drop that fool pillow, Harold said. Dang you, boy - you run
around the farm without your pants on half the time, and here you come trying to
hide your prick with a pillow.
Delbert dropped the pillow, and his teenaged cock sprung into view, quivering
like an arrow that had just hit its mark in a tree trunk. Unlike his brother's
cock, Delbert's cock was circumcised, the balloonlike head completely uncovered.
I don't believe it, Calvin said. It ain't real.
Harold laughed. It's real enough - all eleven solid inches of it. And
don't ask me how that skinny, pint-sized colt got himself a cock like that,
because I couldn't tell you.
Likely comes from pulling on it a hell of a lot, Calvin said, and
both men laughed, while Delbert giggled shyly. Meanwhile, Seth had sprung onto
Gwen again, and the two of them writhed on the floor like mating cats.
Seth had turned Gwen onto her belly. All but strangling her with his muscular
left arm, he was now trying to shove his ten-and-a-half-inch cock up her cunt
from behind. His skinny loins bucked between her legs as he tried to jam his
cock up her pussy.
You've gotta find the hole first, boy, Harold said, laughing.
Don't just jab all over hell.
I know how to find it, Pa, Delbert said. Want me to help him,
Pa?
Harold chuckled and thought, an hour ago the boy was a virgin, and now he's an
expert. Just leave your brother be. He's been fucking a number of years
now. He'll find it himself.
At that moment, Seth's cockhead lodged between Gwen's hairy cunt-slabs. The
horny youth strained forward, and every hard inch of his long cock rammed up the
girl's cunt. Seth grunted, all the muscles of his long body standing out. Gwen
screamed, tensing under the boy, then going limp under him as he began to fuck.
Jesus Christ! Harold said. As he watched his son's huge cock fuck in
and out of the girl's slippery cunt, his own prick felt like it was going to
split open. He hadn't fucked in a long time, and he hadn't seen any fucking
going on in a long time. Suddenly now, all his need gathered together and raced
through his forty-eight-year-old stud cock, the cock that had fathered a half-
dozen sons. He pulled open his pants and hauled his ten-inch cock out, quickly
working the thick foreskin back and forth over the balloon-tight prickhead.
Precum bubbled out of his cock, making the foreskin slippery. Shivers of lust
shot through his loins.
Seth clung to Gwen's neck. He had both arms wrapped around her neck, and he was
forcing her to arch up backwards like a cobra while he fucked his monstrous cock
in and out of her cunt. Gwen's overgrown tits stood up and quivered as her
ribcage heaved and she grunted and whimpered. Delbert dropped down in front of
her like a puppy and nipped at her tits. The lusty teenager got himself a
mouthful of tit and bit down hard. Gwen squealed, cursing.
Give it to her! Calvin yelled, rocking back and forth in his chair
like a grandfather watching his grandchildren playing out in the yard. He had a
satisfied grin on his face. Without taking his eyes off the fuck scene, he
reached for a beer, popped the top, and gurgled down a healthy swig.
Harold eased off his pants and shirt, then pulled off his boxer shorts. He ran
his hand over his hairy chest and belly, feeling naked and horny. He cupped his
cum-filled balls, continuing to work the sensitive foreskin up and down over his
prickhead.
Seth bounced his skinny ass up and down, fucking his big cock in and out of the
girl as if he were drilling a well. His bloated balls flopped back and forth
between his spread legs. He grunted like a young billy goat as he fucked,
digging his grubby toes into the floor and fucking the girl viciously.
How you feeling, boy? Calvin bellowed, chugging down his beer and
giggling.
Feeling good! Seth grunted.
She tight, boy?
Real tight, Seth said. Christ!
Calvin grunted with satisfaction and opened himself another beer. He appeared to
be having as good a time as Seth.
Lazy bastard, Harold thought. He'd never seen a man like Calvin - lazy as shit.
Fathers one daughter - probably had the old lady do all the work even to do that
- then sets that one daughter to work for him when she's but a kid, puts her to
work as a fuck machine. Christ, and there he sits drinking while his daughter's
getting fucked right before his eyes. Harold shook his head. Calvin was hard to
believe. And if Harold and his sons hadn't appreciated Gwen's services so much,
why he would have told Calvin off right to his face what he thought of him. Lazy
bastard!
Gwen screamed, clawing wildly at Delbert who was chomping on her tits like a
starving wolf. Delbert let go and rolled backward, kicking his long legs high.
As he rubbed the scratches on his ass with one hand, he jerked on his cock
feverishly with the other. Harold saw the opportunity to take his youngest son's
place now, and he shot across the room, plopping his bare ass down on the wood
floor in front of Gwen's angry face and grabbing her ears. As Gwen opened her
mouth in a howl, Harold yanked her head down over his lap, ramming his aching
cock down her soft throat. Her throat felt so good wrapped around his cock that
he almost shot off instantly.
Choke her, Harold! Calvin yelled drunkenly. Learn the bitch a
lesson.
You're the one needs a lesson, Harold thought, and the thought cooled the
tension in his loins. The cum settled back down, and Harold took a deep breath,
feeling relieved. He wanted to fuck this pretty young throat awhile before
blowing his load.
Gwen became more cooperative. As Harold jerked her head up and down on his cock,
she began to use her tongue on the underside of his prick. The foreskin slipped
off and over his cockhead quickly, and Gwen's warm tongue circled his naked
prickhead each time the skin slipped off. Gwen always had been a good cock-
sucker. Even when the little bitch was a kid, she knew how to lick a prickhead
clean, knew how to use her pretty tongue on all the most sensitive parts of a
guy's cock - under the foreskin, around the head, along the magic pleasure
strand under the backside of the cockhead.
Suck it, pretty baby, Harold said, working his ass in circles so as
to screw his cock in pleasurable twists all around in her mouth and down her
warm throat.
Seth had released Gwen's neck when Harold took charge of her head, and now the
horny youth braced his hands on the floor for added fucking leverage. He arched
up now in a partial pushup position while he rammed his cock deep into her pussy
with bone-vibrating thrusts. Harold could feel the fuck vibrations in Gwen's
skull each time his wild son fucked into her. Seth's eyes rolled, and he foamed
at the mouth. His long body began to shudder, his muscles quivering.
I'm gonna come! Seth grunted. And then he let out a pained groan,
arching his neck and howling at the ceiling like a dog at the moon.
Calvin applauded. Give it to her, boy! Plug her with those cottony wads of
yours! He chuckled to himself, popping open another can of beer.
Seth fell on the girl, shooting his cum inside her, gnawing at her neck while
his ass bucked up and down. Seth groaned with such pained ecstasy that Harold
could almost feel the boy's pleasure in his own cock. And the boy was getting to
Gwen, too. Harold could tell. The girl's tongue quivered, her eyes wobbled, and
a low whining sound came from deep in her throat. Before Seth had shot the last
of his cum into the raven-haired girl, she was coming along with him. That was
all Harold needed to set off his own loins.
Jesus Christ! he gasped. Oh, shit! Suck that dick, baby. Catch
the jizz when it comes. Awww! Uhhhh!
Ropes of hot cum uncoiled in his nuts and shot through the core of his cock. He
wound his hands in Gwen's hair, jamming her head down until her teeth sawed at
his groin-bone and his pulsating prickhead lodged halfway down her throat. As he
shot, he imagined his cum shooting straight down the girl's throat and into her
belly. The feelings shaking his cock made him bellow with pleasure, made his
vision blurry, made him want to laugh like a crazy man.
Drown her, Harold! Calvin shouted, stomping his feet and giggling.
She needs a lesson!
Harold was still pumping cum down the girl's throat when Seth popped his cock
out of her cunt and rolled back on the floor, panting. His cock jerked against
his belly with post-orgasmic twitches. His prick still maintained its full
ten-and-a-half inches, and it gleamed like a cob of corn that had just been
dipped in butter.
Calvin stumbled out of his chair and stood over Seth. Then, leaning forward as
if to inspect the enormous prick that had reamed out his daughter, he suddenly
dumped half a can of beer on the boy's cock and balls. Seth jumped, and Calvin
held his gut with laughter.
That oughta cool off the old dong, Calvin slurred. You don't
want it to burn up, do you, boy? Nothing like some ice-cold Coors to soothe a
hot prick. Shit, boy, you need it after being inside a blast furnace like that
girl's cunt. As he talked, he leaned over Gwen and dumped the rest of the
beer down her asscrack and over her spread crotch. The beer looked like a foamy,
sun-filled stream as it bubbled down the girl's pink asscrack. Gwen moaned,
swallowing down the last of Harold's cum, and shivering as the cold beer ran
down her ass.
Harold yanked the girl's hair and her head jerked off his cock. He let go of her
hair and her head thumped the floor like a dropped bowling ball.
Gwen lay there muttering to herself as if she were as drunk as her dad. Fucked
silly and knocked dizzy, Harold thought as he slid back away from the girl and
relaxed on the floor.
Oh, wow! Delbert said, crawling on his hands and knees past Gwen and
up between her legs. The young boy scrambled like an excited puppy, his
eleven-inch cock pointing straight along his belly as if it were glued to his
brown belly-skin. The moment he got between Gwen's legs, he dove at her crotch
as if diving into a well. His nut-brown face disappeared between her legs, and
he began slurping and sucking her crotch as if her pussy were a chilled
watermelon. Sweat clung to the boy's body like a misty dew.
Look at that young 'un eat pussy, Calvin said. Takes after his
old man. Shit, Harold, you used to eat pussy like that when you was a boy.
Remember that, Harold?
Harold could vaguely remember. Guess so, Calvin. Been a long time.
Ain't it, though? Calvin said.
Delbert licked Gwen's asscrack from one end to the other, cleaning off the beer
and ass-sweat. Seeming to become self-conscious for a few moments, he raised his
head and smiled at Harold. Black cunt-hairs were caught between his teeth, and
his chin dripped with beer and cunt-juice.
Harold chuckled. Go to it, young 'un. And the boy plunged his face
back into the seething wetness of Gwen's teenage cunt.
Gwen began twisting her head from side to side and wiggling her ass in sensuous
circles. Boy must have his tongue six inches up her cunt, Harold thought. Jesus,
what a mean little cunt-sucker I'm raising!
Delbert twisted his head like a dog fighting for a bone. He growled in cracked,
boyish tones. His entire face was plastered to Gwen's crotch, and the muscles of
his neck were working fiercely. As he gnawed and sucked the girl's crotch, he
pumped his enormous prick, able to wrap only half his brown hand around his
overgrown cock. His hand massaged the head of his cock and the sensitive skin
immediately below the head. Precum oozed out, and the boy's hand slipped easily
over the blushing meat of his prick.
Gwen arched her back, turning her ass up high to give the boy more of her cunt
and ass to eat. Eat me, angel, she muttered. Oh, my little
darting!
Delbert groaned, tearing into her. His young balls slapped back and forth as he
pumped his cock.
She likes the way Delbert eats her cunt, Harold thought. That's why she's
partial to the boy. That's why she let Delbert ride her ass for an hour while
poor old Seth was getting blue balls. She's getting to be a might touchy for a
whore. Old Calvin better start taking a whip to her more often.
Gwen began jerking like a fish out of water, giggling and cooing. Eeeeh!
Delbert! Eeeeeh, I'm coming, angel! And she was coming for sure, Harold
knew. She wasn't faking it like some of these whores he'd seen. She was coming
hard, and she was loving it.
Delbert squeaked, whimpering while his skinny body shivered. Thick ropes of
white cum shot out of his cock, splashing against his neck and chest, hanging
from his skin like whipped-cream gobs for a few moments before splatting onto
the floor like heavy raindrops. The boy pumped out half a dozen rounds of cum,
then rolled away from the girl, panting like an exhausted bird dog. Calvin was
there immediately to dump beer on the boy's chest and dong.
Wash yourself, boy, Calvin said. Can't have the stuff drying
on your skin. Turns stiff as concrete.
As Delbert giggled and began cleaning the cum off his chest and belly, Gwen
scrambled on top of him and began licking him like a mother cat licking her
kitten. Her pink tongue cleaned off the cum and beer and sweat. She licked the
boy until his brown frontal torso shined like polished bronze. Delbert twisted,
giggling, claiming she was tickling him. Seth and Calvin watched with their
mouths hanging open. And Harold smiled to himself and shook his head.
Lucky boy, Harold thought. Goddamn lucky boy to have Gwen Adams take a shine to
you.
Seth wondered whether this was what hell was like - the thick smoke, the
swearing and fighting, the eerie reddish light that fell on everything like the
glowing of coals from a fireplace grate. Seth could hardly breathe in the wet
heat, a combination of body-heat and alcoholic fumes and the swampy evening
heat. Ten o'clock at night and still at least 85 degrees, Seth thought to
himself, pulling his t-shirt off over his head. Bar or not, it was too hot for a
shirt. He would only put the shirt back on if they tried to kick him out,
although he didn't think that likely, seeing that the place was so jam-packed
that the bartenders were running like whipped horses. Heck, he'd already been in
here an hour barefooted, and proprietors were generally more against bare feet
in their establishments than they were against bare chests. As he stuffed his
shirt through the belt loop of his jeans, he noticed another boy pulling off his
own shirt. The boy nodded to Seth and came over to where Seth was standing at
the side of the stage.
Hot night, the boy commented.
Sure is, Seth agreed, and they exchanged names. The boy was called
Tyler, and he looked to be about the same age as Seth, just underage for getting
into a bar, especially a bar like the Dingle Dangle.
When's the show start? Seth asked.
Should have started already, Tyler said. You come here
alone?
Came with my pa and his buddy. And Seth told Tyler about how he
lived on a farm out in the sticks, and about how they'd come into town to visit
Calvin and to celebrate Delbert's birthday. He didn't tell Tyler about Gwen,
however. Seth was never supposed to tell anybody about Gwen, or Calvin could get
in big trouble for hiring out his daughter from time to time. Not that Seth
cared that much about whether Calvin got into trouble, but he knew that if he
opened his mouth it would mean the end of Gwen's hot ass for him, and with the
scarcity of females out on the farm Seth couldn't afford to lose Gwen's ass no
matter how few and far-between were the occasions he got to town.
You ain't never seen the show then? Tyler asked. You ain't
never seen Candy Lee? His eyes danced. Shit, man, hold on to your
dong!
At that moment, the stage lit up with blue and red lights, the wailing voice of
Ferlin Husky on the juke box stopped, and the crowd of drunk, swearing, laughing
men hushed. The red curtains behind the stage rustled and a naked female leg
shot out from between them. The naked leg, toes of the foot pointed, twisted
this way and that, and the crowd broke into whistles and hoots as stripper music
began pulsing through speakers. Tyler nudged Seth, whistling and clapping, and
Seth watched with his mouth open, his cock throbbing down one leg of his jeans.
The curtains parted slightly, and Candy Lee wiggled out in a red bikini that
barely covered anything. She might as well have wrapped a couple of ribbons
around herself, Seth thought.
Candy stood in the center of the stage no more than five feet from the two boys
as she began her dance and tease routine. She stroked her body with her
fingertips, writhing and twisting as if she were being fucked. She ran her
pointed toe up and down her long smooth leg. She cupped her tits in their bikini
cups as if trying to pop them out of the confining material. Seth licked his
lips to see her nipples protruding through the satiny red material of the
tit-cups. Her nipples were as big as the tips of his thumbs. Without realizing
what he was doing until he did it he groped his cock and began trying to jerk
his prick off through his pants. He was hot. Flaming arrows seemed to shoot
through the core of his cock.
Candy turned in circles, wiggling her beautiful full ass at the crowd, arching
her back, slipping her fingers under the crotch of her panties and pouting
seductively. The men went wild. Seth could feel the panting of the men like a
tropical wind swirling through the bar. The air became suffocating. Seth felt
sweat running down his naked torso like warm tears. His jeans became unbearable,
wrapped around his pulsating loins like cellophane. He caught himself on the
verge of ripping off his jeans and lunging up onto the stage to wrap himself
around Candy Lee. He was in love with Candy Lee. She was the hottest female he'd
ever seen, with her wet red lips and her ruby fingernails and her wild brown
hair, the hair she tossed easily back and forth over her head and shoulders, the
hair she licked and chewed, the hair she gazed at him through as if through a
veil. She was beckoning him. She wanted him. Come to me, she seemed to be saying
with her pouts. Come with me behind my veil of beautiful hair and shove your
wonderful ten-and-a-half-inch cock into my body. We shall fuck forever, my
darling, just you and I, fucking forever. Come to me, darling. Come.
Candy Lee reached behind her back with one hand, and her tit-cups tumbled onto
the polished yellow wood of the stage. All eyes in the bar seemed to follow the
hypnotic descent of the red tit- cups before bouncing back up to catch Candy's
enormous young G-cup tits. Her tits swayed in the reddish-blue haze like
ready-to-burst water-balloons. Candy grabbed both tits, squeezed her nipples,
and laughed silently as two quick spurts of white fluid shot out like milk out
of squirt guns. The white spurts appeared to vaporize in the smoky air, and Seth
blinked his eyes a few times, thinking he was seeing things. Candy licked her
lips and began sliding out of her panties, giving the crowd no time to dwell on
her tits.
She rolled forward, hiding her tits and cunt as she eased the panties over her
squatting legs. Her long hair hid all but her knees and shins and her beautiful
feet. After she'd stepped out of her panties, she remained squatting, hiding her
nakedness from the crowd as she turned her face up and licked her lips. The
crowd screamed. Tyler stood beside Seth, shaking as if he were going to topple
over any second. Candy shot to her feet and showed herself. The crowd was like a
cannon going off.
I wanna fuck you! Seth screamed. I wanna fuck you! He
rubbed his cock with both hands as if feverishly kneading bread dough. He was
vaguely aware of his words, but he wasn't sure whether he was shouting them or
just thinking them.
Candy danced maddeningly, showing off every inch of her unbelievable body. Seth
guessed her to be in her early twenties, and she was built like a female out of
one of those slick fuck magazines his pa bought from time to time. Seth had
never seen bigger tits, and when she leaned over and showed the crowd her cunt,
Seth swore that he'd only seen such hairy slabs of cuntmeat on a cow. Candy was
ripe and Candy was hot. Candy spread her cunt-slabs and Seth saw a writhing mass
of purple meat inside, a mass of wet purple meat. Fuck juice dripped from
Candy's fingers. Pussy juice ran down Candy's legs. Seth could hardly stand up
from the shaking. Seth thought he was either going to faint or explode. He put
both hands on the stage to brace himself, gazing at Candy's spread crotch with
his tongue hanging out and dripping. He was aware of Tyler beside him, also
leaning on the stage and panting like a dog.
Candy saw them and danced over. Candy's beautiful foot hovered before Seth's
eyes like a cobra about to strike. Her wiggling toes touched his lips. Seth
opened his mouth feeling the hot toes between his teeth. He sucked on them like
a baby sucking on a bottle. Candy's toes were salty and sweet. Seth had never
sucked on a girl's toes before, but now he thought he could suck on Candy's
forever.
Candy sat down on the stage, presenting Tyler her foot. Tyler grabbed it and
began sucking on her toes as if they'd had honey dribbled over them. Both boys
were sucking Candy's toes now, while Candy writhed on the floor, thrusting her
spread crotch, twisting her head from side to side and moaning to the rhythm of
the raunchy music throbbing over the speaker system. The men watching Candy and
the two boys went crazy, cursing and groaning like an imprisoned mob. They
pressed toward the stage, hands straining to stroke Candy. Candy pulled her feet
away from the two boys, eased up closer to them, and fed them her crotch. Both
boys dove for her crotch simultaneously, cracking their skulls together.
Seth was dazed. He was aware of the pounding in his head, of the overwhelming
aroma of Candy's seething cunt, of himself and Tyler fighting to get their
tongues inside her. Seth had never been partial to sucking cunt, but this female
was unlike any other he'd ever gotten close to. Her cunt sucked at him like a
powerful magnet. He ached to crawl up inside her and to lick her out. He managed
to get a few licks of her livery cunt-slabs before Candy pushed both him and
Tyler away. Her cunt-slabs were hot, like sizzling steaks, and she tasted better
than the finest smoked ham. He almost fainted as he swallowed her pussy juice.
Candy sat up, presenting the two boys her tits.
Each boy swallowed up a mouthful of tit-flesh and began to suck like twin
suckling babes. Candy squealed.
For a few moments, Seth found himself choking, choking on the surprising jets of
hot liquid that shot at the back of his throat. What was happening? He couldn't
believe it. Then the sweet taste of milk filled his head and he began to suck in
earnest. Candy's tits were full of milk - hot, sweet, rich mother's milk. Within
the next few seconds he filled half his mouth with milk and was swallowing it
down when Candy's tit was yanked out of his mouth. Candy's stinging hands fell
across both his own and Tyler's faces, and their heads snapped sideways and
cracked together, sending milk spraying from their mouths. Candy was back up on
her feet, laughing.
Get them snotty-nosed babies out of here, Candy shouted, and the mob
exploded with mean laughter.
Strong hands gripped Seth by the jeans and by the hair and he found himself
being dragged through the screaming mob and hurled into the humid darkness
outside the bar. The last he heard of Candy was her shrieking laughter and her
shouting, Who let those brats in here? As he hit the dirt outside
the bar he heard Tyler scream and felt Tyler crash down on top of him.
Goddamn hippies! taunted a gravely male voice before the door of the
bar slammed shut and the uproar inside became muffled and distant.
Tyler lay on the ground beside Seth, panting loudly. You all right?
he asked.
I think so, Seth said. What happened, anyway?
We got kicked out, Tyler said, wiping the milk off his chin.
It ain't the first time Candy's had guys kicked out.
Seth shook his head. I thought she was gonna let us fuck her.
Tyler laughed. Up on that stage? No way. The sheriff would close the place
down before you even shot off. Candy's job is to tease, not to put out. I've
heard that she's teased some guys so bad that they went home and blew their
brains out.
Bull! Seth said, but he could almost believe it.
Both boys were silent for a few moments. The sound of crickets chirping hung in
the thick night air. Inside the bar, the crowd seemed to be getting even wilder.
Seth grabbed his hard cock and wanted to crush his prick to make his cockshaft
stop aching. He licked the last sticky drops of Candy's milk off his lips.
I couldn't believe she puts out milk, Seth said.
Tyler lay there stroking his hard cock through his jeans. She had a kid
about six weeks ago. She ain't been back dancing but for two weeks now. Before
that she didn't dance for a long time. Got laid off when her belly started
growing.
The crowd inside the bar was going insane. The entire bar appeared to throb to
the rhythm of the blinking red Dingle Dangle Bar sign perched above the front
door.
Christ, Seth said, what's happening now?
She's probably shoving her arm up her cunt.
Oh, Christ, Seth said. I'd give anything to see her again.
Shit, I ain't never been this horny.
Tyler stood up. Smiling down at Seth, he offered Seth his hand. Well, you
gonna lay there all night bellyaching about how horny you are, or you gonna come
with me and get another look at Candy's bare ass?
Seth grabbed Tyler's sweaty hand and pulled himself up. How we gonna get
back inside? Seth asked.
We ain't, Tyler said.
The two boys crouched in the rear of a shiny Lincoln that sat in back of the bar
in a dirt alley. Seth's heart hammered, and the thumping seemed almost
deafening. His prick was so hard that he thought he was going to shoot off any
second. Sweat ran down his naked torso in streams, and the entire car seemed to
be filled with the scent of his own sweat and of Tyler's.
She'll smell us, Seth said.
Tyler chuckled. She'll be so sweated up herself that she won't notice the
smell of us. Besides, she'll have enough pussy juice gushing down her legs to
smell out a whole locker room full of sweaty jock-straps. Let's get our pants
off now.
You sure that's smart? What if she brings somebody along? We'll have to
light out of here like jackrabbits then.
She won't bring anybody along, Tyler said, struggling out of his
jeans. As he got his pants off his loins, his hard cock whacked up against his
lean belly like a clapping hand. She'll be in too much of a hurry. She'll
be running for her life, with some of those drunken bastards hot on her heels.
The second she steps through those curtains she'll be running for her car here,
and then she'll peel out and head for wherever she goes to get dressed. Don't
make a sound until she stops the car.
Seth hauled off his own jeans, hoping they wouldn't rip from the strain. They
were tight and so thin as to be nearly transparent - and they were the only
clothing he had now. He'd lost his t-shirt somewhere inside the bar.
If I don't come just knowing Candy's in the front seat naked, I'll be all
right, Seth said. His voice shook as if he were facing a firing squad, and
he giggled to relieve the tension.
Me too, Tyler said, peering over the seat. He squeezed the base of
his cock. His knuckles were white, and his cock looked like a balloon on the
verge of exploding.
Where do you think she'll drive to? Seth asked, pulling his jeans
off over his feet.
Don't know, Tyler said. I ain't never followed her. Just hide
in the bushes back here and watch her come out, and I always shoot off before
she even gets her ass inside the car. Christ! He was looking at Seth's
prick. Where'd you ever get a cock like that?
From my pa, Seth said. All my brothers got ten inches or
better. He smiled proudly.
Holy hell! Tyler said, shaking his head. If I wasn't seeing it
now, I wouldn't believe it. He started to laugh when the back door of the
bar burst open. Down!
Seth hit the floor after glimpsing Candy's nude body come flying out of the bar.
His heart was pounding like a jackhammer.
Just as Tyler had predicted, Seth could smell Candy Lee stronger than he could
smell his and Tyler's combined sweat. The aroma of Candy Lee filled the big
Lincoln as Candy squealed away from the Dingle Dangle Bar and roared down dark
streets. Candy Lee smelled like cunt - pure cunt. Seth felt himself getting
drunk on her scent, and his ramrod-stiff cock bubbled precum like a drinking
fountain bubbling water. The fuck juice rolled down his vertical cock like warm
tears.
Seth held his breath and braced himself. Candy squealed around corners,
maneuvering her big car along a maze of side streets, and the two boys would
have bounced around the back seat like billiard balls had they not braced
themselves well. Seth could barely make out Tyler's face, but he thought he
could see Tyler grinning, and Tyler's confident grin calmed him down a bit. In
the front seat, Candy Lee chuckled to herself. Within minutes after the wild
ride began, it ended. Candy Lee stopped the car, switched off the ignition, and
opened her door. At that moment, Tyler sprang up and wrapped his arms around her
neck.
Scream and I'll strangle you, he growled.
Seth sprang up then and dove over the seat, landing on a pile of Candy's
clothing. The smell of Candy was overpowering. He could feel the heat of her
body. He plunged his face between her legs, banging his head on the steering
wheel in the process, and began to lick her sopping crotch as if he were
starving to death. He was drunk on Candy, insane with lust. He forgot everything
but the humid darkness between Candy's legs. He licked furiously, his head
whirling inside, until he became aware of Tyler's voice. Tyler sounded far away.
Hey, buddy, take it easy. Come on. Take your time. Help me get her out of
the car. Hey! Hey! Tyler's hand was on his shoulder, shaking him. Then
Tyler's hand was wrapped in his hair. Tyler yanked.
Seth jerked up with a groan. He looked up to see Candy's head and Tyler's, side
by side. Tyler's left arm was still wrapped around her neck. Alongside of
Tyler's flushed face, Candy's face looked powder white, and her eyes and mouth
gaped open as if frozen. Candy's huge tits quivered inches from Seth's nose, and
Seth sucked up her nipple, getting a squirt of warm milk down his throat.
Hey! Come on! Tyler said. Help me get her out of the
car!
As Tyler slid out the back door, Seth sat next to Candy and held her chin in his
hands. She was shaking, her breath coming in quick pants. That powerful,
seductive, bitch-look she'd had up on stage was gone from her face. Now she
looked weak and vulnerable, like a frightened young girl. Seth smirked, feeling
a strange sense of power over the young woman. He was glad now that he and Tyler
had been thrown out of the bar, glad that Candy had called them snotty-nosed
babies and had them thrown out on their asses. The pleasure now of working Candy
over would be that much greater. He covered Candy's mouth with his own and
rammed his tongue down her throat, letting his spit drool into her mouth.
Relax, baby, he said, biting her chin. You and me and my buddy
are gonna have some fun. Before Candy could answer, Tyler dragged her out
of the car by her hair. She whimpered, crashing into the dirt of the alley in
which the car was parked.
So, this is where Candy Lee comes to put her clothes back on after the
show, Tyler said. Nice and private.
Seth crawled out of the car and looked around. The car was parked in an alleyway
behind a factory or warehouse of some kind. The only light came from the moon
and stars, a bluish-silver light. This kind of light had always made him horny,
had always made him long to fuck, and now, for once, he was going to be able to
satisfy his moonstruck lust. He plopped his large dirty foot on Candy's warm ass
- she was rolled up into a ball now, like Gwen had been this afternoon after
Calvin's whipping - and then he slid his big toe down her asscrack and between
her legs. Her cuntlips were slippery and wet around his big toe, and the feel of
them made him groan.
Her crotch is riper than the ass of a sow in heat, Seth said.
Tyler was stroking Candy's hair with his own toes. Seth pulled his toe out of
Candy's cunt and held it near her face.
Suck my toe, bitch! Seth ordered. Suck your slimy cunt juice
off my big toe.
Candy whimpered, hiding her face.
Now, damn it! Seth growled. He'd never talked like that to any girl,
but now he was filled with a sense of power and meanness such as he had never
before felt, and as he ordered Candy to suck his toe, wonderfully hot thrills
shot through his cock.
Candy turned her face up, showing tears in her eyes. Her ruby lips separated,
and Seth rammed his tingling toe into her mouth. As the woman sucked, Seth's
entire leg was shot through with warm sensations.
Mm, she's a good toe-sucking bitch, Seth said, clawing at her lips
with his other toes. You like sucking toes, baby? You like sucking 'em as
much as you do getting your own sucked? You like the taste of your stinking
pussy?
Candy sucked, looking up at Seth with wide, frightened eyes. As she sucked,
Tyler rammed some of his own toes up Candy's cunt, then presented them to her to
suck.
Here's a few more, juice-pussy, Tyler said, and when Seth yanked his
foot away from the girl's face, Tyler shoved his cunt-juiced toes into her
mouth. Candy sucked frantically.
Seth dropped down and spread Candy's legs out in the dirt. Her smooth skin was
still slippery with the sweat of her dancing in the hellishly hot bar. Seth
couldn't resist licking her legs, tasting the salty-sweet female sweat. As he
licked up close to her crotch, the intoxicating scent of her cunt drew his lips
and tongue toward her pussy like a magnet. All at once he was biting into her
hairy cunt-slabs as if he were gnawing into a rare juicy steak. Cunt-juice
squeezed out and dripped from his chin. He mashed his face to the girl's hot
crotch and sucked. Delicious fuck juice drooled over his tongue and slid down
his throat, juice that tasted better than apple cider. He gnawed and sucked and
licked, and Candy gasped and groaned. Her ass screwed in circles, and her loins
humped.
Oh, yes, she muttered. Oh, please, yes.
Tyler straddled the girl's neck and sank down over her, leaning toward her face.
Suddenly her muttering turned to choking.
Suck my prick, you bitch! Tyler said. Suck it till the jizz
shoots. And Tyler began to hump, his skinny asscheeks flexing while he
fucked his hard cock in and out of Candy's throat.
Seth slid up Candy's body until the head of his cock lodged between her cuntlips.
He felt a heart-beat in her sizzling cunt-slabs, and the juicy slabs seemed to
suck at his cock, seemed to want to draw his cock between them and deep into
Candy's pussy. Seth eased his prick into the young woman. Her cunt swallowed up
all ten-and-a-half inches of his cock, nearly sucking in his balls besides. She
felt like a bubbling cauldron inside. Seth moaned, fucking his cock in and out.
His cock made loud squashing sounds in her pussy as the countless hot folds of
her cunt walls gripped and sucked.
Oh, Jesus! Seth gasped. This is like fucking into a volcano.
Oh, man!
Her cunt walls were so hot and vibrating that Seth knew he would be able to come
if he just let his cock throb inside her, unmoving, unscrewing. But the screwing
felt so good that he couldn't help himself. He crushed down on the girl, letting
his loins hump spontaneously. He hugged one of her huge tits and began to suck
it. Milk squirted down his throat in hot streams. Candy's nipple throbbed like a
small cock. Her cunt contracted to the rhythm of his sucking. Seth could hardly
stand the raw feelings shooting through his cock. He clung to Candy, sucking and
fucking, wincing with the intensity of the fuck feelings, and savoring the taste
of her warm milk running down his throat.
Tyler was fucking like a jackrabbit now, pressing forward onto Candy's face and
fucking his cock in and out of her throat as if he were fucking the
rawhide-tough pussy of a whore. Candy gagged and choked and gurgled while small
squeaking, whimpering sounds came from deep in her cock-stuffed throat. From his
position over Candy's tit, Seth could see Tyler's hairy teenage balls flapping
back and forth between his legs, and at times could see Tyler's spit-oiled cock,
glinting with moonlight, fucking in and out between Candy's lips. The sight of
Candy getting mouth-fucked was all Seth needed to push him over the brink. Hot
feelings swirled through Seth's loins and shot through the heart of his prick.
He gnawed at Candy's tit as cum uncoiled in his balls and spurted into Candy's
cunt. Warm milk shot down his throat, and hot cream squirted up Candy's cunt.
Oh, Jesus! Seth grunted frantically, Candy's milk running from the
corners of his mouth and dripping from his chin. Oh, I can't stand it! Ahh!
Uh! Christ!
The orgasmic feelings were next to unbearable. All the fuck tension stored up
while Seth had watched Candy dance, while he had hid in the back of her car
waiting to fuck her - all that fuck tension surged through his loins now, set
free at last, and tears of painful pleasure rolled down Seth's cheeks.
All at once, Tyler whined, snapping his head back and baying at the moon like
Seth's old bloodhound. Aieehh! I'm coming! I'm coming! he announced.
As his cum gushed down Candy's throat, Candy jerked and choked. Her cunt nearly
popped the head off Seth's spasming cock, and Seth realized that the sexy
stripper herself was coming.
She's coming! he gasped to Tyler. Jesus, her cunt - oh,
Christ, you oughta feel it.
You oughta feel her throat, Tyler moaned. Oh, man, ahhhh!
His ass shuddered, and Seth thought he could see Tyler's balls pulsating as
Tyler shot more cum down Candy's throat.
The realization that Tyler was shooting, that Candy was spasming, made Seth's
loins explode with a series of ejaculations that nearly knocked him out. Both he
and Tyler groaned with abandon, blasting the pinned young woman with their hot
teenage cum. Even after they were both done shooting, after Candy was done
spasming, they lay in a fleshy heap for several minutes, catching their breaths
and reveling in the post-orgasmic twitchings of their cocks. Finally, Seth
dragged his half-hard cock out of Candy's cunt and stood up. Tyler pulled his
cock out of her throat and struggled to his feet. Candy lay in the moonlight
like a slain sacrificial virgin. Jism leaked from one corner of her mouth. Her
legs lay spread, droplets of fuck juice glinting in her wiry bush.
I'm weak, Seth said. I feel like a tornado funnel was sucking
on my dong.
Me too, Tyler said. She's a real bitch, ain't she?
Candy opened her eyes. Can I go now? she asked. You guys got
what you wanted. Can I go now?
You got what you wanted, too, Tyler said. Don't deny it. You
up there on that stage - you're just asking for it - wiggling your bare ass and
driving the guys crazy.
I've got a date, Candy said. They're gonna come looking for me
if I don't get there quick. She sat up.
Tyler looked at Seth. You had enough?
For now, Seth said. He felt drowsy, satisfied.
Candy smiled, standing up. She bent to dust the dirt off her legs. Seth's cum
ran down her inner thighs.
Just stay like that, baby, Tyler said. I'll clean you
off.
Candy waited, her ass sticking up in the air.
With a wink at Seth, Tyler aimed his floppy cock at Candy's ass and began to
piss. The silver piss-stream splatted against Candy's flesh, and Candy gasped,
whirling around like an angry she-cat.
God damn you! she shouted.
And Tyler squirted her in the navel. His piss ran down her belly in streams and
dripped from her hairy pussy.
Candy lunged at Tyler, but the muscular youth side-stepped and tripped her.
Candy hit the dirt again, and Tyler fell on her, straddling her head. Pinning
her head to the dirt by yanking down her hair, Tyler began to piss again,
squirting the struggling young woman all over her face.
Open your smart-assed mouth, Tyler ordered. Goddamn it open
up!
With a cry, Candy opened her mouth, and Tyler dropped his streaming cock into
her mouth. Candy gagged, her face screwed up into a wince of nausea.
Snotty-nosed babies, eh? Tyler sneered. Snotty-nosed babies.
Drink my piss, you bitch slut!
Seth couldn't believe what he was seeing, but the more he saw, the more he liked
it. As he looked down into Candy's pained face, watching her swallow Tyler's
piss, he began to piss himself, began to piss on Candy's forehead. And as soon
as Tyler finished his pissing, sighing with satisfaction, Seth took Tyler's
place, straddling Candy's face stuffing her mouth with his salami-sized,
half-hard cock. The sensation of pissing down a girl's throat was strange and
new, but Seth liked it, liked it a lot.
Harold swallowed down his cupful of black coffee in two gulps. The bitter stuff
pinched at his throat, and he coughed, thinking that Calvin brewed coffee
stronger than the moonshine Calvin had once been famous for. He banged down his
coffee mug and tried to clear the rancid stuff from his throat.
More coffee? Calvin asked, banging down his own cup after swallowing
his coffee as if it were spring water. He poured himself another cup, but Harold
signaled that he didn't want any more. You sure?
Sure as I'll ever be about anything, Harold said, still trying to
clear his throat.
Down the wrong pipe? Calvin asked.
Harold just shook his head. He had too much of a hangover to inform Calvin that
his coffee tasted like swamp water boiled in a hog trough.
What time you got? Harold asked.
Pret' near eleven, Calvin said, shoving his gold-chained pocket
watch back into his overalls.
Harold shook his head. Dang young 'uns have never sacked out this late
before, leastways not since they was babies. One night in the city and they're
as lazy as city folks.
Calvin smiled, finishing off his second cup of coffee and pouring himself
another. Now, Harold, don't be so hard on the young 'uns. They had
themselves quite a day yesterday. Give 'em a rest once in awhile. Maybe Seth and
Delbert will stay around the farm longer than the rest of your pack.
Or leave earlier, Harold said, once they get a snort of city
ways and city women.
I still say, give 'em a good day of fucking and drinking every now and
then, and they'll stay satisfied longer. Trouble is, Harold, I think you drove
your first four boys too hard - never give 'em no rest, no days of drinking and
women. That's what drove 'em off, Harold. Kids nowadays, they see the city women
on TV, and they ain't satisfied with fucking she-goats and sows the way we was
when we was young 'uns. Kids nowadays know all about them big tits in the city,
and they's gonna get a taste of 'em one way or another. Bring 'em in, Harold -
bring 'em in to town every few weeks and let 'em fuck their balls off. Ten to
one you'll still have 'em helping you out on the farm for a long time to
come.
Harold left the kitchen table and drew some water from the tap. The city water
tasted foul, but compared to Calvin's coffee it tasted like lemonade.
You make some sense, Calvin, Harold said, washing the turpentine
taste out of his throat. Shit, after yesterday and last night, neither one
of em's likely to need cunt for some time.
Calvin chuckled. You got a really billy goat in Delbert, Harold. The boy
about wore the hair off Gwen's crotch. That girl ain't been fucked so long and
so wild since the first time I hired her out to you for your first four boys.
Delbert's got more spunk in him than three or four regular boys put
together.
He was still riding her when we come home last night, Harold said.
Don't say? Calvin said. Shit, I don't recollect getting home
last night. Had a few too many beers I reckon.
And a few too many whiskeys, Harold thought. Yup, he was still humming his
eleven-incher in her when we come home. Your poor girl was laying there like she
was dead-asleep, I suppose - and my boy was whimpering like a pup and pumping
her full. 'Course by that time I expect he wasn't shooting nothing out of him
but hot air.
Calvin slapped the table and guffawed. Hot air - that's a good way to say
it - hot air.
The kitchen door opened, and Seth staggered in rubbing his blue eyes. His
wheat-shock of hair looked like a cyclone had hit it. He was naked except for
his tissue-thin blue jeans, which looked as if they'd split off his ass at any
moment.
Well, it's about time, boy, Harold said. The morning's about
passed. You and me and that randy brother of yours have to be leaving
soon.
Seth collapsed into a chair and leaned on the table. Calvin shoved a mug of
coffee in front of the boy, and Seth swallowed some. The boy banged down his mug
and started choking.
I swear, can't none of you Tibbits hold your coffee? Calvin said. He
poured himself another cup and poured it down his throat as if to test it.
One of my better brews.
What time you get home, boy? Harold asked.
Don't know, Seth said. Late. Met this guy named Tyler in the
bar. We went catting around town till near sunup.
Same boy got throwed out of the bar with you? Calvin asked,
chuckling.
Same one, Seth said. They hadn't no right to throw us
out.
You was both underage, Harold said. I was afraid it might
happen. I warned you about getting too much in the light. And then you about
jumped up on the stage and stuck the bitch. Leastways you got a taste of
her.
You missed her sticking her hand up her cunt, Calvin said. Too
bad about that, Seth. Boy, you shoulda seen her. Christ! Calvin's grin
told Harold that Calvin was enjoying tantalizing the boy.
Seth, though, instead of pouting, grinned back at Calvin with one of the biggest
grins Harold had ever seen. I seen a lot more than that, he said,
and he started running off at the mouth about how he and this Tyler had hid in
Candy's car, had sprung at her in a dark alley, and then had gang-banged her
until her eyes spun in her head.
Calvin listened to the boy with his mouth hanging open, and when Seth had
finished his story, he said, Nice story, boy. Real nice story. I couldn't
of thunk up a better one myself.
It's true! Seth said. Every word of it.
Calvin smirked. You're one goddamned good liar, Seth.
Never knew the boy to lie, Harold said, although he was finding the
story hard to believe himself. Despite his skepticism, however, his prick had
turned to stone in his pants. Candy Lee was one of the hottest women Harold had
ever seen, and a story about her getting held down and fucked - even if the
story was made up - was enough to make him want to jerk off on the spot.
I ain't lying, Seth said. Don't care who believes me, though,
'cause what I did I did. I had my fun - that's all that counts. He pushed
away from the table, stood up, tossed his yellow hair out of his eyes, and
padded out of the room like an independent tomcat.
Better get the boy some new britches, Calvin said. He's a
might too large for ones he's wearing.
We was the same way when we was his age, Harold said.
I guess we were, Calvin said, rubbing his crotch. Guess we
were.
Harold smiled to himself. The boy's story had got Calvin hot too, and that was
saying something for Seth's story. Calvin's lazy cock didn't stand up too often.
The two men were silent for awhile, Calvin staring off into space and Harold
imagining Seth and this boy Tyler plugging Candy Lee from both ends. Harold
pushed his hand down into his pants and squeezed his cock. He didn't care
whether Calvin saw him or not. He was damn horny, hornier now than he'd been
before he'd come to town. He'd come to town hoping to lay Gwen for at least a
few good fucks, but with Delbert hogging her every minute, all he'd managed was
to get that quick blow job from her yesterday afternoon. He couldn't blame
Delbert, though - it was the boy's first time fucking, and Gwen was his birthday
gift.
You hear all that ruckus in the alley last night? he asked Calvin at
last. He'd been meaning to ask Calvin about the ordeal he'd had last night.
Ruckus? Calvin said. Like I said, Harold, I drunk me too much
beer. Slept like a baby.
Two loud-mouthed females, Harold said. Drove one of them fancy
sports cars. Parked back in the alley, blowing on the horn every once in a
while. I yelled at 'em to shut up and let a man get some sleep, and they cussed
me like I ain't never heard women cuss. Then they got out of the car, dropped
their britches, and shot me their asses. Asses like prize sows, Calvin. I could
smell 'em clear across the yard, and the moonlight made 'em look soft and ripe.
'Come on out and take a lick, old man,' one of 'em shouts. But before I'm
halfway through the back door they're back in their fancy car and leaving a dust
cloud like a herd of horses. They come back three times after that, blowing
their horn and cussing me, and every time, before I could get to 'em, they tore
off laughing their fool heads off.
Calvin shook his head. Shouldn't have said nothing to 'em, Harold. Now
they'll be back harassing me, thinking that last night you was me and that now
they can get a rile out of me. They'll be bringing their boyfriends, next thing
you know. They're mean bitches, Harold - Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith - real mean
bitches. Shit, they own half the town.
Rich city folks, eh?
No, Sir, Calvin said. They ain't rich, but they're both
she-devils. Bought or blackmailed half the town with their pretty bitch asses.
Shit, let me tell you about it.
Harold sank down into a chair and listened to Calvin's story.
Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith were both teenagers, with hair down to their waists
and eyes that made guys crawl to them. Having likely conspired together from the
beginning to gain control over the town, they began to offer themselves to the
men of the town. They fucked husbands and doctors and school teachers. They took
pictures of their sex escapades and made tape recordings of them. Somewhere they
had enough photographs and cassette tapes stashed to put most of the respectable
male citizens of the town behind bars, in addition to losing them their jobs and
their wives. Some of the men - police officers and judges and lawyers - were
bought instead of blackmailed. Jenny and Lynn paid off the police and judges and
lawyers both with money and their asses on a regular basis. Jenny and Lynn
bought new cars several times a year with the money they'd blackmailed. They
went to school only on occasion - purely to raise hell. They fucked like minks,
staged wild parties and pranks at night, and supposedly slept all day. They were
getting worse all the time, but who could stop them?
How do you know all this? Harold asked.
Friend of mine - Ron Hammond. Calvin said. He got layed off
and couldn't afford to pay 'em their fifty bucks a month blackmail anymore. He
called their bluff. He got fifteen years in the state pen for rape, and if the
sex laws in this state had not just been changed before Jenny and Lynn got their
hands on him, he could of got life for crimes against nature. In court they had
pictures of him with his cock down little Jenny's throat.
Christ! Harold said. Poor guy.
I visited him once at the state pen, and that's how I found out the story.
He's wasting himself up there, and he ain't the only one. Half a dozen guys out
of this town got sent up by Jenny and Lynn.
Bastards! Harold said. Goddamn city bitches. Somebody oughta
learn 'em their place.
And now them and their boyfriends have got it in for my house, Harold. You
shoulda kept your mouth shut last night.
Sorry about that, Calvin. But how was I to know?
You couldn't of knowed, Calvin said. Too bad, though. Maybe if
I get plowed every night for a week or so I'll sleep through the ruckuses
they'll be making. I don't dare stand up to 'em, though, Harold. No telling what
they'd end up doing. And they got the law around here on their side, Harold.
Remember that.
Sorry, Calvin. If I could help out, I would. In the country, we're still a
neighborly bunch.
It was a blazing sunny afternoon, and the fresh country air had cleared Harold's
head. He was on his way back to the farm, and he felt like singing, but instead
he listened to Tyler and Seth discuss their doings last night with Candy Lee. So
it was true after all - what Seth had claimed happened last night.
Oh, and didn't she cuss us out when she peeled off in her big
Lincoln? Seth said, slapping Tyler's knee.
Swore like a trooper, Tyler said. Called us every damn name
under the sun.
And we just stood there and laughed, Pa, Seth said. You
shoulda seen us.
Harold smiled, shifting the pickup into second gear as they neared the crest of
a steep hill. Piss on her, eh? Well, I guess you young 'uns could afford
to chuckle at her mean-mouthing and name-calling after you'd pissed on
her.
He shifted the truck back into third, and they coasted down the backside of the
hill.
Pissed on her and down her throat, Seth said.
Down her throat? Harold said. You boys is shitting me
now.
Harold listened to both boys swear they'd pissed down her throat. The more he
listened to the two boys, the more he questioned whether he should believe any
of their story. At the same time, they sounded mighty convincing, and Harold did
want to believe their story. It was the best story he'd heard in years, and it
kind of made up for the story Calvin had told him this morning about Jenny Kane
and Lynn Smith. Seth and Tyler had done justice to that bitch city woman, Candy
Lee. And that was good. Too bad, though, that they couldn't have got hold of
Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith instead. Those were the two meanest city bitches
Harold had ever heard of, and after listening to their foul mouths last night he
was churning inside with anger toward them.
How's Delbert doing back there? Harold asked to get his mind off
Jenny and Lynn.
Seth and Tyler, sitting side by side - Seth in the middle, and Tyler next to the
passenger door of the pickup - swung their heads to look through the rear
window.
Laying on that pile of gunny sacks and sleeping like an old hound
dog, Seth said. His hair's blowing in the wind like a horse's tail,
but he's sleeping like he ain't never gonna wake up.
Harold chuckled. He'd had to carry Delbert from Gwen's bed - where Gwen had been
herself sleeping like Rip Van Winkle - and he'd thrown the snoring boy on the
pile of gunny sacks in the open rear box of the pickup. He'd safety-pinned a
sack around the boy's naked loins, making him look like a naked baby in a gunny
sack diaper. Delbert would likely wake up cussing with itchy balls, but the boy
had grown too big for Harold to attempt to dress him while the boy was knocked
out.
He'll likely sleep for a week, Harold said. The fool boy
fucked himself near to death.
Seth and Tyler laughed. Seth slumped in his seat and plopped his large bare feet
up on the dash board, and Tyler did the same. Within a few minutes, both boys
closed their eyes and began snoring.
Lazy young 'uns, Harold thought. Don't want to do nothing but fuck and sleep.
The pickup was moving through open country now. Shoulder-high midsummer corn
waved like grasses on the hills to the right and left. That summery scent of sun
and sweet clover rode on the wind through the open windows. Harold felt drowsy.
His cock was bone hard, and he rubbed his prick as he drove. Somewhere along the
way he was going to have to stop and jerk himself off. His cock felt like his
prick was about to split down the middle. Gwen Adams, Candy Lee, Jenny Kane,
Lynn Smith - he couldn't get any of those bitches out of his mind. He'd never
raped a female before, but if any of those bitches were to appear to him now,
he'd stop the truck and fuck their bitch city asses right there in the middle of
the road.
Seth and Tyler snored in unison. Their four big feet lay plastered against the
windshield, and their chins slumped onto their bare chests. Tyler's jeans were
as worn out and faded as Seth's, and Harold could see the boy's hard prick
throbbing in his pants. Tyler's prick wasn't enormous - no more than eight
inches, Harold guessed - but it was still a respectable size, big enough to
choke Candy Lee near to death. Lucky goddamn pricks, Harold thought, imagining
the two boys fucking Candy Lee.
Shit! Harold said. Goddamnit! He had half a mind to turn
the truck right around and to speed back to the city and find himself a city
bitch to fuck with his aching ten inches.
That wouldn't work, though. The hogs needed feeding. And two days worth of
chores had piled up. They had to get back to the farm. All that work to do.
He was glad now that he'd agreed to bring Tyler along. The boy was going to stay
for a few weeks, and he'd promised to help with the chores. A good strong boy,
same size as Seth - that was Tyler. And Harold could sure use the extra help.
Shit, Harold thought, maybe Tyler would be enough of a help that Harold himself
could rest a few days, maybe sneaking back to the city to enjoy a fuck vacation
like Delbert had enjoyed yesterday. He needed a rest, needed some good tight
fucking - surely he did. In five years now, ever since his wife had died, Harold
had done hardly any fucking. No slippery-cunted wife around to slide his prick
inside, and the young 'uns abandoning the farm one at a time, with only Seth and
Delbert left - shit, it wasn't fair. He was working harder and harder and
fucking less and less. It wasn't right. Shit, he deserved a restful week in the
city, fucking every bitch he could lay his hands on.
Damn right! Harold said out loud. Goddamn right! He
grabbed his cock and squeezed, feeling the hot sensations shoot through the
core. He felt his eyes roll.
Up ahead, amidst the heat waves rising from the blacktop a half mile off, Harold
thought he saw figures dancing. So horny I'm hallucinating, he thought. Next
thing you know I'll see scarecrow dancing out of the cornfields and parading
down the road like a marching band. He shook Seth.
Wake up, boy. What's that you see up ahead?
Seth sat up, rubbing his eyes. What, Pa?
Up ahead, near the top of that hill. Accident or something? As the
truck drew closer, Harold could see tiny figures standing in the middle of the
road, jumping up and down and waving their arms. A blob of bright yellow was
perched next to the figures, reflecting the intense sunlight.
Car trouble, maybe, Seth said.
Next to him, Tyler sat up and leaned forward to take a look.
They were a quarter-mile away now.
Hey, Tyler said, I know that car. Only one car like it I ever
seen. Can't be more than one. Yellow Corvette. Belongs to a rich cunt called
Jenny Kane.
Harold braked the truck, and the boys braced their hands on the dash board to
save their heads from the windshield. Jenny Kane, you say?
Harold could make out the jumping figures now. They were two females for sure -
shaped like hourglasses.
That's right, Tyler said. You know her? Hangs around with
another bitch called Lynn. Big-shots around town. Ain't worth stopping to help.
Once they get what they want they'll spit in your eye.
We'll see about that, Harold said. They know you, Tyler? They
know you on sight or by name?
Fuck no, Tyler said. They won't look twice at anybody who
ain't rich. Now if I was to drive a Rolls Royce, and if I was to get my hair cut
once a week at the beauty shop and put on fancy clothes, why then they might
notice I'm alive.
Don't worry, boy, Harold said. Just play along with whatever I
say, and maybe we can get those bitches riding your dong.
No way, Tyler said.
Just play along, boy. Hear? And you too, Seth.
Harold pulled the pickup onto the shoulder of the road behind the yellow
Corvette. Jenny and Lynn, looking like a set of Playboy centerfold twins in
their bare feet, their slick tennis shorts, and their matching yellow bikini
tops, came running up to the side of the truck, their waist-length hair trailing
behind them in the breeze.
Oh, thank God! the blond one said, smiling coquettishly with
polished teeth. Can you help us? Our car broke down.
Yes, the brunette said with the same smile. Our car broke down
twenty minutes ago, and you're the first people to come along.
We'll see what we can do, Harold said.
Meanwhile, you two fine ladies climb in here and rest yourselves. Dang,
your pretty feet are likely blistered from the asphalt. Mighty hot day. Seth and
Tyler, get out so the ladies can rest themselves.
Yes, sir, the boys said in unison.
Harold and the two boys checked out the Corvette while the two girls sat inside
the pickup cab, nudging each other and giggling. Giggle your damn tits off,
Harold thought. It's the last giggling you'll be doing for a spell.
Looks like they're out of gas, Seth said.
OK, Harold said. You two young 'uns ride in back with Delbert.
When we get them bitches to the farm, we're all gonna have more fun with 'em
than the two of you had with Candy Lee.
The boys got wide-eyed for a moment, then both grinned.
You're out of gas, ladies, Harold said, sliding in beside the two
girls. Our farm's up the road a spell. Come along for some ice-cold
lemonade, and then we'll bring you back here with a couple cans of gas, enough
to get you wherever you was going.
Carver Lake, the blond said. We and a lot of other kids are
having a big party there tonight and tomorrow.
We'll get you going in plenty of time, Harold said. By the
way, we ain't been introduced.
Jenny, the blond said, and my friend is Lynn.
Pleased to meet you both, Harold said. I'm Harold, and those
are my worthless young 'uns in the back.
The girls laughed, and Harold grinned.
Go on and laugh your fool heads off, Harold thought as he started the truck. You
won't be laughing long. As he pulled out onto the road, his cock was jumping
like a fish out of water.
If the ropes didn't hurt so much, cutting into her tender skin, Jenny would
swear she was having a nightmare. This was the type of thing she saw in the
movies or heard on the news, not something that could ever really happen to her.
But each time she moved, each time she breathed, she was painfully aware of the
reality of the situation. Her heart was thudding, she was having trouble
breathing, and she was sick to her stomach. For the first time in her life,
Jenny thought she might faint. Tears streamed out of her and she finally gave up
fighting the ropes that bound her. The more she fought, the tighter they got and
the more they hurt. Her arms and legs were already numb. She wished to God that
Lynn would stop struggling.
Stop your goddamn squirming, she wanted to shout. Can't you see you're just
making it worse? She'd have shouted that at Lynn had her own mouth not been
stuffed with a wadded-up wool stocking, the stinking sock that the old bastard
had pulled off his smelly foot and shoved into her mouth before tying the gag
rope around her head. Thank God she hadn't vomited. She would have choked
herself to death, would have drowned on a lungful of vomit.
Lynn stopped struggling, hopefully having come to the same conclusion as herself
- that struggling was only making the ropes hurt more. They were bound together
- herself and Lynn ass to ass and back to back. They were on their sides - Lynn
on her left side, Jenny on her right side - in the hot dust of a barn yard. The
sun was intense, blinding Jenny and making her sweat like she couldn't remember
ever having sweat before. Salty sweat ran into her eyes, making them itch and
burn. Sweat oozed under the coarse ropes binding her arms and legs, and the raw
areas caused by her struggling against the tight ropes were stinging. She and
Lynn were bound together like mummies, legs stretched out straight,
crisscrossing ropes wound around their bodies from head to foot.
They were both stark naked, and their sweating flesh was glued together. Lynn's
skin felt hot against Jenny, irritably hot. You goddamn hot bitch, Jenny
thought. Cool off, damn it.
A fly landed on Jenny's nose and walked up and down it despite Jenny's attempts
to shoo it away by wrinkling her nose and wincing. She stared at the fly,
cross-eyed, saw it rubbing its hairy black legs together. Shitting on me, she
thought, and she jerked, causing the ropes to slice into her flesh at the same
time the fly buzzed off. Lynn groaned sharply, sounding angry.
Well, well, how you girlies getting along? came the voice Jenny
despised more than any of the others. It was Harold, the leader of this clan of
smelly, psychotic hillbillies. She could see his big naked feet now pounding in
the dust close to her face. This farm was like a nudist camp.
Harold squatted. His huge, sausage-like prick dangled against her nose. His cock
reeked - uncircumcised and probably unwashed for months. One of his sons was
uncircumcised, too - the one he called Seth. It was, disgusting. Uncircumcised
pricks smelled. Jenny had refused ever to touch one. Now she had one practically
shoved up her nostril. She tried to hold her breath for awhile, but that was
impossible. She breathed sharply, taking in life-giving air along with the
nauseating scent of the old man's cock. She wished she were dead.
Enjoying yourselves? Harold taunted. Nice day. Good day for a
party. Me and the young 'uns decided to save you some gas. You can have your
party right here. No need to drive all the way up to Carver Lake. That's why we
brung your fancy yellow car up here to the farm, so you can party without
worrying about your poor car abandoned out there on the highway. We'll be
partying shortly, soon as we take care of a few chores. The young 'uns is
working like a pack of corn huskers so they can get done quick and begin
partying. Well, take it easy now, and don't fret. We'll all be by shortly to
commence partying.
His rough fingers closed around Jenny's nipples, and he pinched hard. She swore
at the top of her lungs, but the words never sounded, absorbed by Harold's
rotted sock.
Calm down, Harold said. I know you can hardly wait, with your
itchy clit. Just rest easy. Ain't you never heard of work before pleasure? I
know you're dying to suck my cock, but you've gotta wait. All there is to
it.
Harold farted, a huge stinking fart. Unbearable. Jenny visualized herself
turning green. She closed her eyes and held her breath. When she opened her eyes
again and strained for air, Harold was gone, but his horrible fart still hovered
around her head. Jenny wept. She hadn't cried since she'd been a small girl, but
she cried now. That man was an animal. She had never been so humiliated. If she
ever got away from this place alive, he'd pay for this. Her revenge would be
infinite and everlasting.
What a deceptive devil this man Harold was! He'd been a gentleman, bowing and
smiling worse than any of the suckers in town, the men she and Lynn had enticed
into bed for the purpose of blackmail. The irony had been that those suckers had
treated them like princesses, had wined and dined them, had made passionate love
to their pubescent bodies, and in the process these men had been damning
themselves, had been setting themselves up for unending blackmail. On the way to
the farm in the pickup, Jenny had seen in Harold the ultimate sucker, the
ultimate ass-kissing male. The man had appeared to be as tickled as a peasant in
the presence of his queen. He was a psycho. Jenny imagined herself now as the
stupid little girl who had accepted candy from a stranger and ended up - it was
too horrible to even think about that now.
The sun rained down like acid. The breeze kicked up dust and whirled it up
Jenny's nose. The air smelled of pig shit. Flies continued to land on Jenny's
sweaty body, making her flesh itch. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself
away from this place, willing herself up at the party at Carver Lake, a can of
cold beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other, she and Lynn surrounded by a
few dozen worshipping young males, young males with rich parents and big cars.
The sexual tension in the air would be enough to make the boys cream, but she
and Lynn would choose only two lucky boys to lick their asses tonight. They'd
choose the cream of the crop. Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith only accepted the best -
the richest, the handsomest. Everybody knew that. Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith
stood on top, the envy of every female in town, the perfect and rarely
obtainable fruit desired by every last male in town. They were Cleopatra and
Salome. They were goddesses. And Jenny was the golden goddess, the most desired
of the desired. All bowed to her.
I want this one, came the cracking pubescent voice. Wow, she's
got better tits than Gwen.
The little monster, brown as a jungle savage, scampered on his hands and knees
in the dust. Jenny saw his turquoise eyes glint in the sun like the gemstone
eyes of a pagan idol. His white teeth flashed, and he panted like a dog and sat
back on his heels grinning at her. He was filthy with sweat and the smell of hay
and manure. His cock was the largest Jenny had ever seen. His prick stood
halfway up his belly, beating his muscle ridges with its apple-sized prickhead.
At least it's circumcised, Jenny thought. If I have to suck one of the filthy
things, let it be his.
Hold off there, boy, came the thick voice of Harold. You and
Tyler get the other one first. Me and Seth are particular to this blond
one.
But, Pa! the boy whined.
But nothing. Do as we discussed or get to work on the chores we ain't
finished yet.
Oh, fuck! said the boy.
That's what I'm aiming to do, Harold said. Just as soon as we
get these pretty ladies untied. Oh, look how they's all sweaty and red-faced.
They's raring to go. You can tell that. He caught Jenny's left nipple
between his dirty toes and tweaked it.
Jenny moaned. She hated the man, but she hated even more the feelings his filthy
toes squeezed through her tit. Her cunt contracted, and immediately fuck juice
oozed out between her cuntlips. It was unbearable - to get turned on by the
toe-tweak of this gross, smelly old farmer.
She's hot, the boy they called Seth said. He was standing over her,
stroking her lips with his dirty toes. His uncircumcised prick, as mammoth as
the youngest boy's and the old man's, flicked off a hot gob of precum, which
glued itself to Jenny's nose like a drop of hot wax.
Dang right she's hot, the old man said. So let's get at her
before she cools off.
Hands rough as the ground upon which Jenny lay began untying the ropes, horny
fingernails gouging her flesh. She watched the uncircumcised cocks of father and
son throb as the men freed her. The purple heads of both enormous cocks peeked
out from their fleshy foreskins, both dripping precum like jellied sharks. The
air reeked with the scent of uncircumcised cockheads, the rancid aroma
overpowering even the horrid smell of pig shit. As the rough hands yanked the
smelly sock out of Jenny's mouth, she gagged, then gagged again and again, but
she vomited nothing. Her stomach was empty.
Little sow's taken sick, Harold said. Likely not enough to
eat. You know these city women, Seth, always dieting. Why we'll take care of
that. Give her some good old cockmeat to chew on.
The old man was sitting on her tits now, staring down at her like the devil
himself, and grinning at her out of his snarled gray beard. His teeth were
yellow, his eyes a watery blue. Gray hair covered his belly and chest. His cock
smelled worse than was imaginable, the slippery head of his prick beating off
precum on her chin. In the background somewhere, Lynn was begging to be let go
as Tyler and the little boy dragged her off. Jenny couldn't worry about Lynn
now, though. All she could think of was the slimy cock rubbing her lips and
cheeks, rubbing its terrible stink into her skin. The smell would be permanent
in her flesh, like cum stains on her panties.
Lick that hog, the old man growled. Suck that hog clean.
Slimy precum covered Jenny's lips, seeping into her mouth. The smell of the old
man's cock roared through her nasal passages like ammonia fumes, making her
skull expand. She winced as if she'd been slapped across the face, and then, as
if she'd been suddenly possessed by a demon, she licked the slimy cockhead,
licked and kissed his prickhead, and her loins filled with sexual tingles. She
was hot between the legs. Fuck juice oozed out of her. She hated the old man
more than she had ever hated anyone in her life, but she took his cock into her
mouth and began cleaning his filthy prickmeat, infuriated that the touch of his
cockmeat to her lips should fill her with such a crude lust, detesting herself
for savoring the rancid cheesy flavor while she swallowed scrud and precum
eagerly.
That's it, girly, Harold said. Work your pretty tongue between
the head-meat and the foreskin. Clean it all out in there. I ain't had a good
head bath in quite a spell. Now, that feels downright pleasureful.
As Jenny whirled her tongue slowly around his hot, throbbing cockhead, licking
out every tasty crevice, the old man began to hump, fucking his cock deeper into
her mouth, forcing the foreskin back and forth over the head. The man's cockhead
slipped into Jenny's throat completely uncapped - naked and burning hot. Three
quarters of his huge cock fucked her mouth now, and the arteries of his
rock-hard cockshaft fluttered against her lips. Precum rolled down her throat.
Jenny's head seemed to be filled with cock. Suddenly, incredibly, she longed to
taste the old farmer's hot cum, and she began to bob her head and to suck as if
she were sucking off some handsome rich boy's cock. The old man's cock slid
farther down her throat, the silky hot head massaging her sensitive
throat-flesh. Her nose twisted in his wiry gray pubic hair now, every inch of
his cock buried in her face.
Christ, Pa, Seth said. Christ!
Ain't she a pretty sucking bitch? Harold said. The old man had
braced his hands on the ground and was humping savagely, fucking his enormous
cock in and out of Jenny's face.
Jenny's head filled with tingles. The tingles spread down her throat and through
her tits. Another bundle of sexual feelings pulsated in her loins, and she
wrapped her naked legs around each other and began to squeeze her thighs
together rhythmically, squashing her slippery pussy-lips together, working her
clit between them, aching for an orgasm, aching to come at the same moment that
the earthy farmer began spurting down her throat.
You're crazy, she kept telling herself. This is humiliating, degrading. You hate
this man. You hate doing this. You would kill this man and his bastard sons if
you could. Bite his cock off, wrench his balls with your fingernails. Show him
he's dealing with Jenny Kane.
But at the same time these thoughts hurled through her mind, the old man's
enormous ten-inch cock rubbed pleasure into her lips and gums and throat.
The hot cock tasted horrible, but her taste buds craved to taste even more of
his prick, craved an even cheesier, more masculine taste. The old man was a
salty dog, a seasoned fucker, and she couldn't get enough of his cock, enough of
his thick precum, enough of his throbbing masculinity. As one part of her mind
screamed kill, another part of her mind begged come. Come, you salty bastard.
Shoot that hot cockjuice down my throat!
Oh, she's sucking like a vacuum cleaner now! Harold gasped.
She's got a cunt-tight throat, Seth, and her tongue's slipping and sliding
like a snake. Oh, Jesus, I can feel the cream foaming up in my nuts.
Shoot it, Pa! Seth urged. The boy was bending down close to Jenny's
face, watching his dad's cock fuck in and out of her mouth, pumping his own cock
all the while, popping his juicy purple prickhead in and out of the foreskin.
Cream her, Pa. Make her choke on it.
Jenny tightened her mouth and throat, trying to suck the very core out of the
man's enormous salty cock. She could feel his balls throbbing and jumping
against her chin. She shimmied her legs together, desperate herself to come.
The old man's cock swelled like an inflating balloon, at the same time hardening
from rock hard to steel hard. His sinewy, leathery body shuddered, and he
bellowed like a lust-crazed boar. Jism as thick as soft butter shot down Jenny's
throat. And his cum was as salty as butter and as hot as tar on a sun-drenched
roof. Jenny swallowed, savoring the seasoned taste. As wad after wad of the
thick stuff rolled down her throat, she thought of condensed cum like condensed
milk - thick and rich.
Ohhh, Christ! Harold groaned. Suck it out, bitch! Ahhh!
Jenny twisted her head, biting, sucking frantically. Her toes clenched as she
shimmied her pussy-lips against each other and the point of no return neared in
her loins. Hot cum oozed down her throat. Her eyes swam. She knew she'd be
coming any second.
Oh, no you don't, Seth said.
The boy's rough hands gripped her ankles, and suddenly a burst of air washed
across her dripping pussy like a slosh of cold water. The boy had forced her
legs apart. She writhed, trying to bring herself off by contracting her cunt.
But the boy forced her legs farther and farther apart. The hot feelings teetered
on the brink for one last endless moment, then sank back down into her loins.
Jenny groaned, gagging endlessly on the cock in her throat.
You goddamn son of a bitch! she wanted to shout at the boy. I deserved that
orgasm. I sucked off your old man's smelly cock. I deserved to come. You
bastard!
Suddenly, all the desire had passed out of her. Once more she was repulsed by
this degrading scene, even more repulsed than before the old man a shoved his
cock into her mouth. She could hardly believe now that she'd sucked his prick,
couldn't believe that she'd swallowed the old man's cum. As the old man's
deflating cock flopped out of her mouth, she burped, tasting the over-seasoned
flavor of his cum. Then she gagged, and gagged again, sure she would vomit, but
she didn't. The old man's cum remained in her stomach, soon to become part of
her own flesh as her digestive juices went to work.
Had it not been for the little kid's enormously thick nine-inch cock, Lynn would
have escaped. The woods were near, close enough and thick enough for quick and
safe hiding. She could easily have tiptoed off into the green undergrowth while
the older boy, Tyler, turned his back to piss, and while the younger boy turned
to watch him. The trouble was that Lynn saw the young boy's cock for the first
time just as he was turning away from her, and his snakelike prick hypnotized
her, held her where she stood, held her gawking and open mouthed. The vital
seconds needed for her escape passed, and the two leering boys turned toward her
again, licking their chops like hungry wolves and flexing their cocks. Lynn
continued to focus mainly on the younger boy's prick. His cock was the biggest
cock she'd ever seen in her life, and his prick was growing out of a set of
loins no wider than the cock itself was long. It was unreal.
She likes your prick, Delbert old pal, Tyler said.
Delbert giggled, looking crazy in a shy sort of way. Do you want me to
fuck you? the younger boy asked, making his pubescent monster cock flop
around like a five-pound bass. Despite his grubbiness and his wild hair, which
resembled a heap of straw, the little boy had a certain charm, a certain
combination of prettiness and sensuality that fascinated Lynn. However, she
couldn't afford now to play games.
No thanks, she said. Look, you guys are in a lot of trouble.
If you let us go now, I think I can convince Jenny to forget this whole
thing.
Tyler chuckled, and Delbert stood there smiling impishly and stroking his cock.
I mean it, Lynn said. Kidnapping and attempted rape are
serious crimes.
From behind the barn came the sound of a man bellowing like a fucking bull.
It ain't attempted rape anymore, Tyler said.
Lynn spun around. Jenny! What are they doing to her?
Arms as strong as those of an octopus flailed around Lynn's chest and jerked her
back before she could start to run.
Hold it there, baby, Tyler said, biting through her hair and sinking
his teeth into her neck. Jenny's getting exactly what she deserves - and
likely exactly what she wants. His thick cock jabbed between her legs,
thigh-fucking her.
Let me go, you pig! Lynn shouted, and she twisted with all her
strength. Like the ropes from which she had recently been freed, the boy's arms
tightened the more she struggled against them.
The younger boy ran around, dancing in front of her like an obscene puppet.
Let me fuck her, Tyler. Let me fuck her. I know how to do it. I'm good at
it.
Lynn kicked out, just missing driving her toes into the little lunatic's balls.
Delbert danced backwards, laughing.
Let me put it in her from behind, the way all the animals do it,
Delbert said, his words juicy and slurred. Spit leaked from one corner of his
mouth, gleaming on his brown chin.
I'd like to see that, Tyler said, panting out his words as Lynn
struggled with him.
You goddamn pigs! she shouted. You act like pigs and you smell
like pigs.
Tyler's fingers clamped her nipples like pliers.
Lynn nearly blacked out. Red-hot pokers of pain rammed deep into her tits and
she saw flashes of black and white light. She howled, biting at Tyler's arms. A
moment later she crashed to the sun-baked dust, Tyler's rocklike body crushing
her. Her jaw crunched the earth, and gritty dust filled her mouth. She gasped
for breath, sweat and tears burning her eyes. She tasted blood and dirt.
Tyler released her, falling beside her on his back and pulling her on top of
him. She lay there limply, aware of what was happening through a haze of
dizziness. Her head throbbed. Knots filled her throat. Her legs were spread. A
hot ball twisted between her cuntlips, sliding suddenly to the pit of her cunt.
She was fucked, filled with cock. Beneath her, Tyler was grunting like a pig,
like the pig he was.
She's a wet slut, Tyler said. Oh, man, she's as hot as a
furnace inside. His loins jerked frenziedly, his cock fucking inside her.
Oh, man, this feels good! Oh, man!
Tyler writhed under her, digging his thick fingers into the muscles along her
spine, biting her lips and jawbones.
Hurry, Delbert said. I wanna fuck too.
Shove it up her ass, Tyler grunted. Fuck her ass while I fuck
her cunt.
What? Delbert said.
Gob some spit on her asshole and shove your cock in.
Wow! Delbert said. Hey, man, wow!
Lynn wasn't fully aware of what was happening until Delbert's sharp teeth sank
into her asshole and he drooled gobs of warm spit down her asscrack. At that
moment, the words the boys had spoken roared through her head like a brush fire,
and she panicked, clawing at Tyler's face.
Tyler cursed like the devil himself, nearly crushing the bone of her hands to
restrain her. He rammed her arms behind her back and pinned them there,
meanwhile sinking his teeth into her ear. His breath steamed and hissed like a
volcano, and the boy needed to say nothing for Lynn to know that he'd bite her
ear off and break both her arms if she struggled any further.
Delbert's stiff finger shot up Lynn's asshole, making her wince and grunt. She
hated the feel of anything up her asshole. As much as she liked to fuck cock
with her cunt, she had never tolerated anything up her ass, not even a finger.
The idea of that grubby boy shoving his arm-long cock up her ass was more than
she could bear. She turned the muscles of her loins to steel.
Tyler groaned. His cock jerked inside her. She could feel its beating arteries.
Wow! Delbert said. She really likes this. Her asshole's
sucking on my finger. As he yanked his finger out of her, Lynn felt as if
he were pulling her intestines out.
Don't do it, she squeaked. Don't do it - please! I'll do
anything you want. I'll give you anything. Just don't do that. Don't do that.
Oh, please don't!
Delbert giggled as if she'd said something funny, as if she were only kidding.
She felt the heat of his cock even before the fist-sized cockhead burned against
her asshole. She held her breath, whimpering, tightening her asshole until the
muscles of her loins were on the verge of cramping. Beneath her Tyler moaned,
his cock quivering inside her cunt.
The boy leaned into her. His slippery cockhead twisted, crushing her asshole,
opening her up against all the resistance of her loins and will. Lynn screamed,
writhing, nearly losing her ear between Tyler's savage teeth.
Feels great, Delbert muttered. Oh, yeah! His monstrous
cock squeezed up her asshole an inch at a time, until Lynn thought the throbbing
thing was going to come out of her mouth. Mm, her asshole is tighter than
Gwen's cunt. Woww! The boy fell on her, driving the last few inches of his
cock in, mashing her asscheeks with his flat warm belly.
Lynn bawled. The pain was unbearable. It was as if she'd been impaled on a fence
post.
Help me, she whimpered. Somebody, please help me. Oh, it hurts, it
hurts. I can't stand it.
Tyler released her ear, leaving the sensation of his teeth throbbing in her
lobe.
Let's fuck her now, Tyler said. Let's fuck the shit out of
her!
He released her arms from behind her, and Lynn pulled her arms out from between
her back and Delbert's heaving stomach and let them fall outward into the dirt,
let them fall limp and helpless as if she were crucified. She was as good as
crucified - crushed between the two boys' brick-hard bodies, impaled on their
merciless teenage cocks. She was as good as dead, her fuck holes stuffed so full
that she could feel her tender tissues inside them stretching to the point of
tearing. When these boys finished fucking her, she'd be likewise finished. Her
loins now felt as if they were going to explode from the pressure. She hung her
head in the dirt next to Tyler's face.
Delbert grunted and panted like a billy goat, beginning to fuck his cock in
quick, inch-long thrusts in and out of Lynn's asshole, wriggling his bare young
body against her backside.
Ahhh, feels great! he muttered. Feels really hot and tight,
Tyler. I don't mind fucking her asshole. I think I like it better than I would
fucking her cunt.
Tyler writhed underneath Lynn, fucking his cock in mean circles, bouncing his
ass in the dirt and making his cock jerk.
Her cunt's like hot raw liver inside, Tyler said. I bet it
feels just as good as her asshole. And it's tight. Jesus, with you plugging her
ass her cunt's so tight it's practically skinning my cock. Oh uh, yeah, yeah!
Feels good. Ah, great, just great!
Lynn chewed her lips. The cocks were fucking in and out of her freely now,
well-lubricated with her fuck juices. Tyler's cock jerked and screwed, while
Delbert's cock made long slicing thrusts. The younger boy's cock was endlessly
long, seeming to pull out of her asshole in slow motion, then to slice back in
until his burning cockhead throbbed in the pit of her belly, throbbed behind her
navel. Lynn imagined the boys' cocks stretching the elastic tissues inside her
loins like taffy.
She's leaking hot juice on my balls, Tyler said. Oh, Jesus,
slippery!
Yeah, Delbert said. I can feel it too.
I could fuck like this all day, Tyler said.
Me too, Delbert said. All day and all night. Does it feel
good, girl?
Lynn grunted, letting the boy interpret her answer any way he wanted. She was
afraid that if she didn't answer, the lunatic young punk would fuck her even
more savagely, and she'd scream if he fucked any harder. The throbbing pain in
her loins had spread throughout her body. She was tense, grinding her teeth
together.
She loves it, Delbert muttered. Man, do I love hot girl
ass!
You'd love any kind of ass, you little goat-fucker, Tyler said.
How'd you know about that?
Seth told me.
That big mouth. Shit, you oughta hear what he does.
Shut up and fuck before the bitch starts cooling off, Tyler said.
I'll fuck, Delbert said, and his loins hummed, fucking his cock in
and out of Lynn's asshole harder and faster.
Lynn couldn't bear it. She whined, howled like a hound bitch at the moon.
Let's cream her, Tyler panted. Let's blast her full.
Lynn thrashed, imagining herself a stuck butterfly. The big cocks churned inside
her, burning her insides with their friction. She twisted, fought, dug her
fingernails into the hot dust of the barnyard. She felt Tyler's cock swell
inside her.
Ohhh, yeahhhhh! Tyler moaned. Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! And he
began to laugh, bucking his skinny loins, sending jets of cum up her cunt.
The spurts of cum jabbed the pit of her cunt like warm fingers. Her cunt tissues
quivered, stimulated by the boy's hot cum. As the boy's cock swelled to spurt
again, Lynn's clit, filing against his hard prickshaft, stiffened with
corkscrews of fuck-sensation. All at once, the ache in her loins transformed
from a hurting ache to a fuck ache. She was fucked, creamed, buggered - and it
felt good. She loved it.
Tyler fired again as Lynn began to corkscrew her ass. Tightening her cunt
muscles, she sucked the hot cum out of the boy. Give it to me, squirt me full,
she muttered internally. I'm gonna milk you dry, tough boy. I'm gonna suck you
so dry you'll faint.
Ohh, mannnn! Tyler groaned. Bitch cunt! Beautiful!
Delbert's mammoth cock twisted and pistoned, grinding the guts out of her. But
his murderous prick no longer felt like a studded fence post. Instead, it now
felt like a warm, smooth, oiled tusk, and it gave her pleasure, pleasure such as
she had never known. Her asshole felt as good as her cunt.
Fuck me, you big-cocked baby, Lynn thought to herself.
She squeezed the muscles of her loins to milk the cum from Tyler, she
manipulated the ass-fucking cock of the young boy biting and licking her back.
Come on, baby, shoot it, she thought. Screw it, shoot it! Come on, you little
fucker - cream - cream - creammmmmm!
Delbert grunted. His cock jerked spastically. Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh!
he bellowed. It feels so - ahhhhhh!
The young boy's cum shot up Lynn's asshole like streams of volcanic lava. Lynn
had never felt cum so hot. The boyish stuff scalded the pit of her belly. Still,
she wanted every drop of it, wanted to feel her asshole filled with it, wanted
the young boy to shoot until he turned blue in the face.
I'm coming, the boy muttered, fucking and pumping and shooting.
Oh, jeez, oh, hell!
The tension in Lynn's loins was building fast. Fans of fuck- sensation whirled
up and down her cunt, up and down her asshole. Fuck tingles slithered through
the bones of her legs, quickly reaching her toes as they clawed the dust. She
tried to spread her legs even wider, tried to get the two cocks into her even
deeper. She was humping now, humping and writhing, gyrating her fucked ass. All
she cared about now was the feeling, the tight, salty feeling mounting in her
loins - and she wanted to come, needed desperately to come.
Tyler and Delbert shot simultaneously.
Lynn threw her head back and surrendered to the feeling. The balloon of tension
burst. Her loins exploded with orgasm. She whined, this time with the agonized
ecstasy of her spasms.
Her fingers and toes clawed the dust. The two brick-hard male bodies sandwiched
her. She smelled sweat, tasted the blood of her cut lips, jerked with the
electrical firings of her loins. Now she knew what it was to be fucked, to be
fucked fully, all her fuck holes crammed full of throbbing, shooting cock, her
body wrapped in hot male meat.
Fuck meeee! she groaned. Ohh, fuck meeeeeee! She twisted
her head, gnawing at Tyler's neck. It felt so good.
The boar was pink and hairy, the kind of pig Jenny imagined when she thought of
the word pig. And he was huge, an enormous oval mass of pork and fat. The
hillbillies had him penned in a cramped cage constructed of silvery-gray wood.
He could do nothing but stand in the pen. He had no room to turn, no room to
move forward or backward, no space even to lie down. He snorted malevolently,
his snout protruding between the thick wooden slats in front, his curlicue tail
quivering between the slats behind.
The old man and his bastard son dragged Jenny to the front of the pen and
knocked her down in the dirt. The boar jerked in his cage, glaring out and
snorting, his flat snout shivering. Flies buzzed around the wet snout.
Homer, meet Jenny, the old man said. The pig grunted.
Say hello to Homer, the old man said, putting his dirty foot on
Jenny's ass. You wouldn't want my prize breeding boar to think you was
unneighborly now, would you?
Hello, Jenny said, forcing out the syllables in monotone. They were
the hardest two syllables she'd ever been forced to mouth, but she knew enough
now to play along with whatever these loonies requested. It was a matter now of
survival.
Homer's nose dripped. He was breathing like a locomotive.
Well, well, said the old man. I think Homer is taking a shine
to you already. He thinks you're a prize sow. Give the old boy a smooch on his
pretty snout, girly. Show him you take a shine to him too.
Jenny couldn't believe what she was hearing. Like a cat she sprang away on all
fours, headed for the woods, headed for the corn fields, headed anywhere to hide
and be safe again. Seth dove on her before she'd gotten five feet.
Wanna wrestle? the boy panted, wrapping his hard body around her and
crushing her to the dirt.
His cock was like a glowing pipe pressed to her ass. He bit her violently on the
shoulders and neck, sinking his sharp teeth into her flesh.
Let me go! Jenny whimpered, realizing as she spoke the words how
futile, how absurd they sounded.
Ever been ass-fucked! the boy growled. I love fucking
ass. His cock slid up and down between her asscheeks, slippery and
throbbing.
Jenny tensed, clamping her loin muscles. She'd rather die than have that dirty
beast's cock up her ass. No cock had ever violated her asshole, and no cock ever
would. One guy had tried to fuck her ass once, a cop. Now he was a janitor, and
he paid her half his salary each month as penance for his filthy ideas.
Hold off there, boy, the old man said. First the little lady's
got to pay her respects to the finest old breeding boar in the county. Bring her
over.
Seth tried to drag her, and Jenny kicked and scratched. There was a limit to
playing along with these lunatics.
The old man was laughing. She's a wild one, ain't she? Well, looky here -
just in time.
We tied the other one up in the smokehouse like you said, Pa. It was
the youngest boy's voice.
Jenny looked up past Seth's strangling arm to see Delbert and Tyler swagger over
to join the old man. The two boys' cocks flopped and wagged as they walked. The
youngest boy's cock hung half way to his knees. Lynn must have taken care of
both of them, Jenny thought - the way their cocks are flopping soft. She wished
now that Lynn was here to take care of Seth.
Fine job, Harold said. You two young 'uns have yourselves a
good time?
Both boys grinned and stroked their cocks as if they had pet snakes dangling
from their loins.
She's hot, Pa, Delbert said. You wouldn't believe what I did
to her. I shoved my prick up -
Later, the old man said. Plenty of time later to shoot the
shit about how we enjoyed ourselves. Right now there's work to be done. Tyler,
boy, you help out Seth with the wild one, and Delbert, I got a job for
you. He pulled the young boy to him and whispered in his ear.
Delbert grinned and trotted off.
All right, you guys, Harold said. Haul that bitch over to
smooch old Homer.
Jenny kicked and fought with all she had, but Seth and Tyler had hands like
vises and arms like cobras. Her toes dragged in the dirt as they hauled her
head-first toward the grunting hog. The pig's huge flat snout grew larger and
larger as it drew near to her face, and Jenny closed her eyes. All she heard was
the buzzing of flies, the grunting and panting of the hog, the laughter of her
tormentors. Then she felt the hog's steamy breath on her face, and she screamed.
Kiss that hog, Harold ordered. Do it the easy way - or we're
gonna pen you up with him. No telling what Homer might do locked up in the same
pen as you.
Jenny found herself on all fours in front of the pig. She puckered her lips.
She'd heard about hogs, and she had no intention of getting penned up alone with
one - especially with one the size of Homer. He'd sit on her and then he'd eat
her. Pigs relished the taste of meat - that she knew.
Let her go, boys, Harold said. Stand away and let the pretty
girl kiss that pig. Look at her shake. She's all excited over old Homer.
The hands released her. Holding her breath, she pressed her lips toward the
snout of the pig. The slimy wetness, the heat of the pig's snout, made her
nearly vomit - but she kissed it, smooched it with a loud smack that would
satisfy the old man. Homer snorted and licked her face. Jenny fell back,
screaming.
The males guffawed.
Never saw a female react like that to a nice kiss, Harold bellowed.
All right, girly, give old Homer a whiff of your pretty ass. Come on - up
on all fours. Let him smell it.
Jenny did as he ordered, shoving her ass close to the hog's snout. Her throat
was so dry it was cracking. The sweat of her body burned the scrapes, cuts, and
rope burns on her skin. Her head filled with the buzzing of flies and the
incessant laughter of the men. She kept her eyes on the green of the nearby
woods, imagining herself safe within its shade.
Back up, Harold roared. Back! Back! Jenny backed up. She
felt the pig's hot breath on her asscrack and cunt.
Back! one of the boys shouted.
The pig's hot snout mashed to her cuntlips. The boar grunted madly, nuzzling her
cunt and beginning to lick.
He's excited, Harold said. Look at the way his cock's screwing
in and out. Stick your hand in there with him, Delbert, and catch his hog-juice
when he shoots.
The pig's slimy nose and tongue slopped up and down Jenny's asscrack and
cunt-furrow as if he were feeding at a trough. The boar grunted and snorted
obscenely. Jenny's ass was shot through with prickles. Her loins pulsated. As
angry and disgusted as she was, she couldn't help but to wriggle and gasp. The
hog's cunt-eating felt good. The unresolved tension that had built up when she
had sucked Harold's cock suddenly filled her loins once more. She wanted again
to come.
The pig slobbered loudly, licking her cunt and asscrack from one end to the
other. The bristly hair around his mouth jabbed at her sensitive cunt-flesh like
tiny needles. His teeth nipped at her. Her pussy throbbed like a huge raw sore.
The pig snorted and squealed.
Look at him shoot, Delbert yelled, laughing. His cum's real
hot. Eeek!
Catch it, Harold said. Get every drop you can.
Jenny felt the sex-tension building. The realization that the big hog was coming
just from licking and sniffing her ass and cunt gave her a strange thrill. She
churned her ass, forcing it harder and harder against the snorting hog's snout.
The fuck feelings began to move in her loins. She'd be coming soon - very soon.
He's done, Pa, Delbert said.
Then do it quick, boy, Harold said. Feed the cream to the
bitch while it's still hot.
Almost before the meaning of the old man's words cut through the haze of her
consciousness, Jenny saw the grinning boy squat down in front of her and offer
her the handful of pig cum. The stuff was thick, and whitish-gray, and the scent
of it was much stronger than the scent of any human cum she'd ever smelled.
Drink it! Harold bellowed. Feed it to her, Delbert. Shove it
down her throat if you have to.
At that moment, one of the other boys clapped his hands over her lower and upper
jaws, forcing her mouth to gape. Immediately, Delbert dumped the handful of cum
into Jenny's mouth. Her mouth was forced shut, and the hot pig-cum slid down her
throat. As the hands released her jaws, Delbert rubbed the rest of the cum into
the skin of her face. Jenny bit at his hand, but the boy was too quick and got
away.
All right, drag her around back, Harold ordered. Old Homer
licked her pussy, so it's only fair that the little bitch do some licking
herself. I'll just bet that old Homer would love to have his balls licked.
Her cunt still throbbing with lust, the feel of the pig's hot tongue still on
her pussy slabs, Jenny found herself being dragged to the rear of the pen. The
hog's salty cum made her lips burn, and the taste of it on her tongue and in her
throat made her feel dizzy, as if the pig's cum were whiskey. The boys dropped
her on the ground, and she found herself staring at the gigantic pink balls of
the old farmer's prize boar.
Chew on them nuts! Harold ordered. You lick those big balls
real good now - unless you wanna end up licking what's under that twirly
tail.
The moist ass-pucker of the hog glistened in the sunlight, quivering slightly
and seeming to pout, as if it wanted a kiss. One look at his asshole was enough
to send Jenny to the boar's apple-sized balls. When it came to a choice between
a pig's asshole and a pig's balls, Jenny didn't even have to think.
Homer shifted in the close confines of his pen, grunting, as Jenny licked his
fuzzy pink pig-balls. His egg-shaped balls felt like huge soft grapefruit under
Jenny's tongue. As she licked and sucked, she could feel humming vibrations in
the spongy ball-flesh, could sense the pig-cum brewing inside. This was the
lowest, most disgusting act Jenny had ever performed, but what made it most
disgusting of all was the way her pussy continued to drool and pulsate, as if
she herself were a sow getting turned on by the scent and taste of a randy boar.
She was drooling so much pussy juice that she could feel the hot, pasty stuff
oozing down the inner sides of her thighs.
She's juicing, Pa, Delbert said, and suddenly Jenny felt the crazy
young boy's tongue lapping the pussy juice off her legs.
Hold it there one second, Harold said. You can lick her legs,
but keep your dang tongue off her twat-hole. She's getting too horny for her own
good. Her hole's liable to swallow your tongue if you get it too close. Seth and
Tyler'll be back directly with something to satisfy the bitch like she really
wants to be satisfied.
Over Homer's jerking in his wooden pen as Jenny polished his balls, over his
snorting - over the buzzing of the ever-present flies, the flies that continued
to land on Jenny's naked body, shitting on her and biting her - over Delbert's
moaning and slurping as he licked her legs - over the hum of lust and anger and
confusion in her own skull - over all these sounds came the barking and whining
and howling of a hound, and Jenny realized at once that they were bringing the
big rust-colored bloodhound. She backed away from the pig.
Let me go, she pleaded. Let me go and I'll give you anything
you want. You can have my car. I have lots of money. You can have that
too.
Shut your bitch mouth, Harold said, dancing up close to her and
kicking her in the ass. Eat them pig nuts and keep your dang bitch mouth
shut. Suck them nuts if you don't want to be sucking that hog's asshole.
Fiery knots filled Jenny's throat and swept through her stomach. She imagined
slicing up the old man's face with a razor. Never in her life had she hated any
man more. But all she could do was to remain on her hands and knees, kissing the
hot balls of a grunting hog while she awaited whatever the old man had planned
for her. He would loose the dog on her, she was afraid. He would let the dog
tear the meat off her bones. The old man had tied up the dog when she and Lynn
had arrived at the farm - the huge bloodhound with the mean, wrinkled frown and
the long fangs. And now he was going to let the dog loose to devour her. The
hound had already probably torn apart Lynn.
Here he is, Pa, Seth said. Me and Tyler can hardly hold
him.
This is gonna be wild, Tyler said. He was about breaking his
chain when we got to him.
Ease him up close to her ass and let him sniff, Harold said.
Delbert, quit your dang licking and get your ass out of the way.
Aw, shit! Delbert said, giving Jenny a quick, last kiss on the
cuntlips.
Delbert's kissing lips were immediately replaced by the cool wet snout of the
hound as it nearly shoved its snout up her cunt. The hound's breath was hot, and
the hound whined and whimpered. Suddenly his floppy tongue was lapping up and
down her cunt. The men were laughing.
Red's prick is out, Delbert said. It's jumpin' like a long
worm.
Just stand aside, boy, Harold said. Let old Red put his prick
where he wants to. OK, Seth and Tyler, let him go.
Chains rattled, the dog growled, and Jenny's face rammed into the hog's balls.
With all her strength, she fought to remain on her hands and knees. The hog
bellowed squeals, and the dog whined. The huge hound was up on Jenny's ass, his
paws gripping her flanks, his dog-claws tearing her flesh, his hot slippery
dog-prick fucking in and out of her cunt. Jenny's vision blurred, her head
wobbled, her ass and pussy pulsated. She was in hell, she was in heaven, she no
longer knew where she was.
He's fucking her! Delbert shouted.
All stand back and let Red do his work, Harold said. Keep
eating them pig-nuts, girly. Like the taste of pig-nuts, bitch? Like the feel of
a hound's prick in your smelly twat-hole?
Red likes blonds, Seth said, and they all laughed.
Want me to snap a few now? Tyler asked.
Be my guest, Harold said. Keep your hands steady if you can.
Get a few close up, too.
Jenny chewed at the hog's inflated balls, sinking her teeth into the fuzzy
ball-flesh. It was all she could do to keep from screaming, to keep from wailing
out her pain and her pleasure, her degradation and her anger. She was on the
verge of violent laughter, and on the verge of tears. She was losing her mind,
losing her honor, losing the last vestiges of any innocence she still possessed
at her young age.
She was sucking on the stinking balls of a boar while fucking the worm-like
prick of a blood hound. This was all too absurd to believe - but the hound's
prick was like a glowing poker inside her, and her loins throbbed with the
feelings his cock was fucking into them. And the hound's hot paws gripped her
flanks, his long claws gouging her flesh. It was happening, really happening.
Jenny had never been more certain of anything in her life.
Go, Red! Seth shouted.
Look at him hump her, Delbert said, giggling.
Ain't never seen old Red fuck any bitch that good, Harold said.
His prick's pumping like a truck piston.
The bloodhound howled, banging his hairy belly at Jenny's upturned ass, fucking
his thin prick in and out of her cunt faster than any human prick Jenny had ever
felt. Not even some of the star athletes she'd allowed to fuck her had fucked
her with such agile speed. Her cunt tissues sizzled from the friction of the
hound's fucking. The unbearable fuck tension that had been striving to burst
from her loins for an hour now began once more to mount toward release. Small
prickling balloons began to inflate throughout her loins. Her clit jerked and
quivered as if electrified, stimulated by the intense fucking of the hound's
slippery prick. Her pussy slabs were swelling, and as she wiggled her ass, the
juicy slabs shimmied against each other, sucking the big hound's prick.
Look at old Red's eyes, Delbert said. They look like their
gonna pop out of his head.
He'll be coming directly, Harold said, and before he'd got the words
out the hound's orgasm began.
The first spurt of dog-cum felt like a darning needle spearing the pit of
Jenny's cunt. Jenny grunted, her loins jerking. The spurts of dog-cum came hard
and fast, like jets of hot water. The hound's claws sank deeper into the muscles
of Jenny's flanks. Warm dog spittle dripped over her back. The hound's prick
flexed and jumped like a long stiff finger. The hound whimpered.
The men cheered, shouting at Red to fuck the shit out of her, to blast the guts
out of her. Red growled, humming his spurting prick inside Jenny, leaning into
her with all of his bulk of bone and muscle. Jenny strained to remain up,
strained to prevent her face from being driven down against the slats of the
hog-pen. If she were to collapse, the hound would crush her, snapping her head
off at the neck to finish her off.
Lick them hog nuts! Harold bellowed. Fuck that dog
prick!
Jenny licked the hog's balls fiercely. They ballooned and contracted. The boar's
ass shuddered, and she could hear him grunting and squealing.
Homer's shooting again, Delbert yelled. I'll catch his
cum.
Jenny groaned with lust. The knowledge that she'd brought the boar off again by
simply licking his balls filled her once more with a strange thrilling
satisfaction. The prickling streams of fuck feelings that always signaled the
approach of her orgasm began to move in her body, crawling up her spine, sliding
down the core of her legs. When the feelings reached her toes, when they reached
her nipples, her lips, her fingers, her entire body would flash with orgasm. She
screwed her ass in mad circles, fucking the hound's prick, shimmying her
pussy-lips against each other to bring herself off.
Get Red off her, Harold Yelled. Quick, before she gets what
she wants.
Jenny swore as the hot dog-prick slid out of her, cursed as rough hands gripped
her asscheeks and forced her cheeks and pussylips apart. The wind rushed inside
her cunt, instantly quenching her first flickers of orgasmic fire. She remained
there shaking, the fuck tension throughout her body on the edge of exploding,
but stifled again. To make things worse, Delbert's grubby brown hand appeared
near her face, offering her once more a palmful of boar's cum, hot and fresh
from the boar's balls. And Jenny could do nothing but to drink, to lap it from
the boy's hand like a kitten lapping up a saucerful of milk fresh from the cow.
The pig's cum tasted bitter. The scent of it nearly knocked her out, but as
disgusted as she was with having to eat the slimy stuff, her lust raged on.
Oh, fuck! she whined. Oh, damn it!
Here's your chance, boy, Harold said. She's begging for it
now.
Goddamn, Seth said. I've been waiting for this. And he
mounted her.
The feel of human hands on her flanks now, the feel of Seth's big teenage cock
jerking against her ass, caused Jenny to coo and laugh as if she were drunk. She
licked the last of the pig cum from Delbert's hand, gyrating her ass against
Seth's cock and muttering, Shove it in me. Shove the big thing in me. Oh,
shove it in.
Give it to her, Harold urged, and Tyler and Delbert encouraged Seth
in the same way, telling him to ram his cock in her and fuck her good.
Seth slid the head of his hot cock up and down Jenny's asscrack and cunt-furrow,
lubricating his prick with her fuck-slime, lubricating his cock with the fresh
cum of the big bloodhound, whom Jenny could now hear whimpering and growling as
somebody restrained him, Jenny rotated her ass like a fan, crazy for the feel of
the cock inside her. All her life it had been the men who had gone crazy over
her, it had been the men who had begged her to let them slip their cocks into
her body, but now it was she who was begging. She could hardly believe the words
coming from her mouth as she pleaded with the grubby farm youth to fuck her.
Seth twisted his cock hard against her ass-pucker, massaging her asshole. The
stimulation felt good, but Jenny needed no further stimulation. What she needed
was the boy's cock fucking in and out of her cunt. She would come seconds after
the overgrown hunk of male cockmeat started fucking against the walls of her
cunt. That was for certain. She couldn't remember having ever been this horny.
Shove it in - please! she moaned. Oh, please!
Seth's fingernails gouged her raw flanks, holding her steady. Jenny held her
breath, relaxing herself, opening herself for deep penetration. For a moment she
was aware only of perfect blissful silence, aware only of the pounding of her
heart, of the quivering of her sweat-misted body, of the openness of her cunt.
Her lust was exquisitely unbearable, on the knife-edge of complete satisfaction.
She felt the boy plunge into her.
The spectators roared with glee. The bloodhound howled. Seth grunted like a
bull. Jenny felt her loins stuffed as if with an arm. For a moment she felt
total ecstasy, knowing that she was fucked at last - and then the agony tore
through her asshole.
Goddamn! she screamed. Oh, God, no!
But it was too late. Seth's billy-club prick throbbed in her asshole. She was
impaled on it to the hilt, the boy's hard loins mashing her asscheeks. She felt
all her strength melt. Just missing skinning her face off on the rough wood of
Homer's pen, she collapsed into the dirt, crushed down by the panting, grunting,
fucking youth. His cock fucked in and out easily, savagely fucking her asshole.
I got her in the ass, Seth muttered. I'm fucking ass. Oh,
bitch baby, you're so tight up the shithole. Ahh! Ahhh! He gnawed at her
neck, her shoulders. He ripped at her hair with his teeth. His tight belly
smacked her ass. His cock fucked to the depths of her loins.
Jenny chewed her fist, tasting dirt and sweat, tasting a little blood, still
tasting the hog's cum. Tears of anger blurred her vision. She writhed helplessly
in the dirt, rubbing her tits raw. Her asshole was on fire.
The hillbillies were all chanting, screaming like a mob for Seth to fuck the
guts out of her. Seth was laughing and growling and muttering. He'd become an
animal. His prick felt hotter and harder inside her with each thrust. Jenny
began to hump back at him, jerking her tightened ass back up at him in
self-defense. She found that the pain was less if she moved with him instead of
lying under him passively and limply. With each savage downward cock-thrust,
Jenny banged her ass up to meet his prick, hoping to knock the wind out of his
stomach.
She's a humping hot sow if I ever seen one, roared Harold. Is
she tight, boy?
Ohhh, Goddamn! groaned Seth. She's tighter than a mule.
I wanna fuck her, Delbert said. Hurry Seth.
You'll get your chance later, boy, Harold said. Give your
brother his piece now. He's got it coming. He's been waiting a mighty spell for
this.
Seth got his arms under her, wrapping them around her, filling his hands with
her tits. His fingers tightened like pincers on her nipples. Shafts of pain shot
through her tits. Her cunt and asshole cramped. She whined like a she-cat, her
fingers and toes clawing the dirt.
Seth's cock flexed wildly. Whining just as loudly as Jenny, he pulled out and
rammed in frenziedly. His cock began to quiver, and he began to grunt like a
boar. As he slammed in, nearly driving both cock and balls up Jenny's asshole, a
great shudder racked his cock. At that moment, Jenny felt the boy's first spurt
of hot cum shoot the pit of her asshole.
Ahhhhh! Seth cried. Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Another spurt
creamed Jenny's asshole, and the youth bellowed.
Jenny relaxed for a moment, fascinated by the sensation of cum squirting inside
her asshole. This was something brand new, something she'd never dreamed she
would experience. The boy shot again, then again. Jenny's loins pulsated,
responding to the spasms of his cock, to the spurting of cum. Unbelievable, but
her loins were tighter now with fuck feelings than they'd been yet at any time
since this ordeal began. The ass-fucking, the spasming, shooting cock imbedded
up her ass, had stimulated both her cunt and asshole as if she'd been
cunt-fucked by some marvelous stud football player. She had not a second to
waste. She writhed with all her strength, stretching her muscles, curling her
toes, tightening her cunt and shimmying her pussy-lips together in a last
all-out attempt to bring herself to orgasm. Immediately she felt the tight
tingles begin to stream through her arms and legs, up her spine, up and down and
around and throughout her loins. Her cunt and asshole flashed hot and cold,
every nerve prickling as if they'd been scoured, then sloshed with sea-water.
Jenny squealed with absolute joy. Nothing could stop her orgasm now. It was
beginning, coming. She rolled her eyes with pleasure.
The spasms nearly knocked her out. She clawed at consciousness as hard as she
was clawing at the dirt. She couldn't pass out now. She must experience every
agonizing bit of this orgasm even if it killed her. She'd always marveled at the
way her orgasms felt so good that they almost hurt, but this orgasm was far
beyond any she'd before experienced. This orgasm was sheer pain, sheer pleasure
- an ecstasy so intense that it caused her to curse and shriek as if she were
being flogged with barbed wire. She ached to roll her naked body into a ball and
to crush the feelings out of her loins, but she was laid flat-out, pinned
face-down under the slobbering, grunting, spurting youth, and all she could do
was to lie there like a pinned butterfly and wriggle as her orgasm drilled into
every cell of her body.
She's so tight! Seth groaned. Oh, Jesus! Asshole squirming
inside like a nest of hot worms. Oh, man! Ahhh!
The contractions of his cock were lessening, the last cum oozing out of him, but
Jenny had a long way to go. As her orgasm continued she wished she could die.
But she knew she wouldn't. She knew this orgasm would continue torturing her to
near insanity, and that she would remain fully awake, jerking and quivering to
its every agonizing twinge, squealing her pleasure like a sow.
The door to the smokehouse stood open, allowing Lynn to look out directly upon
the woods. She watched the dry breeze as it twisted and swooped through the
summer leaves, making them quiver and turn and flutter, allowing Lynn to see
them from every angle under the softening wash of the late-afternoon sun. The
breeze seemed actually visible to her now, visible as a flow of heat waves
scurrying this way and that among the leaves. The smokehouse was suffocatingly
hot, but Lynn felt fairly comfortable, being stark naked, bathed in sweat, and
having plenty to drink. Tyler and Delbert, after fucking her mouth and asshole,
had wrapped a chain around her waist and padlocked her to the iron stove in the
center of the hut-like smokehouse. As she sat on the bare ground of the
smokehouse floor, she leaned back against the cool iron of the stove, watching
the breeze in the leaves, daydreaming, and drinking the wine and water the two
boys had left her. Oh, such wine!
Lynn had never tasted wine like this. It had to be homemade. A deep rose color.
A little bubbly. And tasty. Lynn smacked her lips after each sip. And potent.
The first sip had made her giggle. The alcohol had shot directly to her brain.
And now she'd been sitting here for what seemed like hours, sipping and giggling
and sipping more. The boys had left her a half gallon of the stuff in a glass
jug, and she'd sipped down more than a quart. The wine made her terribly
thirsty, and she sipped water along with the wine. She'd drunk nearly a half
gallon of that, and her bladder was screaming for relief. She continually
crossed and re- crossed her naked legs, trying to avoid pissing in the dirt
under her ass.
Despite the ballooning of her bladder, Lynn felt good. She couldn't remember
ever having sat alone like this just relaxing and daydreaming. It seemed that
she'd spent every waking moment of her life in the company of Jenny. Jenny was a
good old girl. Life was never boring with Jenny around. And the two of them were
both rich and popular. That was Jenny's doing too. The scheme of blackmailing
all those men had been Jenny's idea from the start. Lynn had just played along.
Yes, Jenny had given Lynn a good life. Still it was good to sit like this by
herself and to daydream and relax. And it felt good even to be chained up. She'd
never felt quite so sexy - naked and chained, her ass still throbbing with the
feel of the enormous cock that had fucked her.
Lynn glugged down some more wine, sucking it directly from the wide mouth of the
jug. The rosy liquid dribbled out of her mouth as she drank, dripping from her
chin to her tits. She giggled as she carefully placed the jug back on the
earthen floor. Her tits and belly were all sticky now with dried and drying
wine. Some of the wine had even run down into her cunt-bush. She was beginning
to smell like a wine bottle, but she didn't care. She imagined herself a
whore-slave, a tramp. How disgusting she must look! She giggled. If the rich
boys could only see Miss Lynn Smith now, she thought. Would they kiss her ass
now, or would they piss on her? Who cares? She might enjoy that for once -
getting pissed on.
Lynn, you're the whore of the earth, she said out loud, listening to
the words stumble out of her mouth. She wasn't quite sure, but she seemed to be
moving and speaking in slow motion. Forming the words with her lips and tongue
was something like a game now. Lynn, you're quite drunk, she said,
vaguely aware that there was something wrong with the way she'd pronounced the
word drunk. Somewhere in the distance Jenny was screaming. And all those guys
were shouting and laughing. The sounds seemed to come from very far off, carried
on the dry wind. She could hear the hissing rustle of the woods more loudly.
Jenny screamed again, and that big red dog was yapping. Something was happening,
but Lynn had long ago given up trying to imagine what. She'd been listening to
the intermittent screams and shouts and barks for what seemed like hours now.
Those sounds had become natural to her ears, blending in perfectly with the
rustling of the woods, with the chirping of birds, with the glugging sound of
the wine in the bottle as she drank.
She studied her body. A drop of wine hung from one of her purplish nipples. She
carefully lifted her tit, leaned her head forward, and licked the luscious
droplet off her nipple. Her loins flooded with tingles. She giggled.
This all felt good. The temperature was just right - dry and toasty. The sweat
covering her body made her feel slippery and sexy. She rubbed her legs together,
they shimmied against each other as if oiled. Her crotch throbbed, the piss-ache
and the fuck-feelings all blending into one. The heavy chain around her middle -
part silvery, part greasy and black - cut gently into her belly-flesh like a
tight belt. Even the feel of the chain was sexy. She'd had dreams about being
chained up like this, she'd had dreams about being sexually abused, but she'd
never imagined that they would one day come true. Now it was happening - and it
was really quite exciting, even more exciting than her dreams had been. And the
wine was good, too. The wine was very good. She picked up the jug and poured
some more down her throat.
She might have dozed after that. She had no way of knowing. But suddenly she was
no longer alone. The glare of the sun, and silhouettes danced before the doorway
of the shed. She smiled at the figures, having the strange sensation that she
was suddenly being visited by pagan gods from the nearby woods.
The figures entered the shed and began to unchain her, their hot, coarse hands
falling everywhere on her naked body. She giggled, letting them paw her. She
even spread her legs, wishing one of them would shove his hand up her cunt.
Come on, dizzy cunt, one of them said. Time to get some
sun.
Let me fuck her first, the other one said.
Nothing doing, said the first one, chuckling. Your pa wants
her outside now. Plenty of time for fucking later. He says we can have the other
one all to ourselves all night.
Shit! the second said. And four hands gripped her by the arms and
shoulders and dragged her, toes dragging, out into the white-hot glare of the
sun.
Lynn giggled all the way. She even giggled when they dropped her onto the hot,
dusty clay of the barnyard. There she sat, blinded by the sunshine and by the
wine-blur. She was aware of another naked body on the ground next to her,
pressing up against her side. A hand fell on her tit, the fingernails clawing.
Lynn, the body next to her whispered. Lynn.
Giggling, Lynn forced the hand away. Jenny, don't pinch my boob!
A huge foot fell on Lynn's thigh. She looked up, recognizing the hazy face of
the old hillbilly farmer. Through the blur, he looked even more comical than she
had remembered him. His gray hair and shaggy beard appeared to flare out in all
directions, his head like that of a lion.
You look happy, the old man said. Been having a good
time?
Lynn giggled. Wheeee! she squealed, feeling crazy.
The old man chuckled. That's what I like to see - a pretty gal like you
feeling good, having a good time. I bet you're just aching to get your pussy
licked.
Lynn giggled. Lick my pussy, Daddy.
I'll lick it! Delbert cried.
Trough her woozy haze Lynn could see the young boy dancing before her with his
tongue hanging out, With that arm-long prick of his up and wagging like an
excited dog's tail.
The old man grabbed the boy's arm before he could pounce on her. Damn it,
boy, hold off. You'll get to do all the cunt-licking you want tonight. Right now
we've gotta give these pretty gals the chance to do some cunt-licking of their
own.
Delbert and the other two boys cried out and whooped and the old man gave Jenny
a kick in the ass, sending her sprawling on top of Lynn, cursing. Lynn was
tickled, suddenly finding Jenny squirming on top of her, and she wrapped her
arms and legs around her friend, wrestling her and giggling. Lynn couldn't
resist kissing Jenny all over the face and humping her horny cunt at Jenny's
belly. Lynn had been aching to make out with Jenny for years, but Jenny had
never allowed it, always playing the bitchy resistant role.
Let go of me, you bitch! Jenny growled. What in the hell are
you doing? You're drunk out of your mind. Get the fuck away from me!
Jenny clawed and punched Lynn until Lynn finally gave up, letting Jenny roll
away from her. Despite the new scratches pulsating in her neck and shoulders,
Lynn rolled on the ground, laughing giddily, the exciting feel of Jenny's naked
flesh still pasted to her own.
Now that ain't nice, the old man said. That ain't nice at all.
Little Lynn is all hot and wants to fuck, and little Jenny throws her off. That
ain't nice, Jenny.
That ain't nice, Lynn said, lying in the dust, panting.
Her arms and legs were thrown wide, and the sunshine and wind licked up and down
her body, under her arms and between her legs like a huge hot tongue.
Lick my cunt! she cried to nobody in particular.
She'd never in her life felt so uninhibited, so dirty. She'd imagined acting the
role of the complete slut, but only in her most secret daydreams. Now she was
acting it out in real life. Her cunt throbbed.
Suck my cunt! she yelled.
You heard her, bitch, the old man growled at Jenny. Suck your
pretty girlfriend's cunt. He dropped to one knee and rammed two or three
fingers up Jenny's ass. Then, appearing to pick Jenny up on those fingers, he
flung her forward until she plopped between Lynn's spread legs in a cloud of
dust.
Jenny resembled a mad cat. Lynn had never seen such a look of anger and disgust
in her friend's eyes. The effect though upon Lynn was only further giddiness.
Jenny looked absurdly funny. Lynn grabbed her cuntlips and yanked her pussy wide
open, then drove her spread crotch at Jenny's face.
Suck my pussy! Lynn squealed. Oooh, Jenny, suck my pussy! I
love you, darling. Taste me. Eat me out. The words flew out of her mouth.
Lynn humped, sliding her open cunt-furrow up and down Jenny's shocked face.
Lynn gushed. Jenny's face looked as if she had been slapped with a sopping towel
- flushed and dripping. Jenny's reluctant tongue finally came out and began to
slither up and down the throbbing edges of Lynn's pussy-lips. The feeling was
marvelous. Lynn squealed and groaned.
If that ain't the damnedest thing I ever seen, the old man said.
You young 'uns watch this close now. You might learn something. Tyler, get
up close and get us some nice shots.
Lynn was aware of the spectators milling around herself and Jenny. She could
hear their panting, their whistling, their muttering. She could hear clicking
noises periodically. But she was too interested in watching Jenny suck out her
cunt to focus her eyes on anything but Jenny's bobbing head. She could hardly
believe that that beautiful blond head was actually between her own legs. When
she and Jenny had been small girls Lynn had licked Jenny's hot crotch to orgasm
a half-dozen times, but Jenny had always refused to return the favor. Now, after
all these years, Jenny was finally sucking Lynn's pussy. Lynn had never
witnessed a sight more satisfying.
Taste good? Lynn asked. I bet you love it. I bet you've been
wanting to do this for years, but you've just been too chicken.
She leaned forward and ran her hands through Jenny's hair, feeling Jenny's warm
scalp under her palms. She gripped Jenny's head and worked it in circles,
guiding Jenny's flicking tongue over every inch of her crotch. Her cunt writhed
inside with the feeling. She threw her legs around Jenny's head and tried to
force Jenny's entire face up her gaping cunt. Jenny choked, suffocating between
Lynn's legs. Lynn released her and Jenny sucked in air.
The onlooking males let out a chorus of exclamations. Jenny's face was scoured
red as a beet, her nose dripping pussy juice. Lynn loved her. She threw herself
forward and kissed Jenny all over the face, savoring the taste of her own pussy
juice. A new impulse hit her. She wanted now to suck Jenny's cunt, to suck
Jenny's cunt while Jenny continued to lick and suck her own. She threw herself
in the dirt and wrapped her arms around Jenny's loins, turning Jenny on her side
and thrusting her head between Jenny's legs. They were sixty-nining now, sixty-
nining on their sides, and Jenny's cunt was oozing more pussy juice than Lynn
could believe.
Mmm! Lynn moaned. Mmmm! Mmmm!
It tasted good. It felt good. This was almost like sucking herself off. Lynn had
sixty-nined many times with boys before, but never with another girl. This was
so much easier than sucking cock. Just lick and suck and nibble, with lots of
slurping. No throatful of hot cockmeat to choke on. No aching deep in her throat
as a big cock stretched her tender tissues.
Jenny's head was firmly clamped between Lynn's thighs. Jenny's tongue was buried
deep in Lynn's pussy, twisting and thrusting, rubbing Lynn's sensitive cunt
tissues until she wanted to scream. Lynn thrust her own tongue up Jenny's
crotch. Jenny was like a seething cauldron inside, and Jenny was full of cum,
the most potent cum Lynn had ever tasted - and Lynn had tasted the cum of
hundreds of males. What's more, cum was leaking out of Jenny's asshole. The
realization that Jenny, like herself, had today been fucked up the ass, made
Lynn groan with excitement and happiness.
Up the ass feels good, doesn't it, honey? Lynn thought. It feels almost better
up the ass than it does up the cunt. We've both been ass-fucked now, honey.
We're like twin sisters.
Jenny groaned, as if in response to Lynn's thoughts. She munched wildly now at
Lynn's crotch, and Lynn returned the favor, sucking and chewing Jenny's
pussyslabs like a ravenous wolf. Hot feelings were building in her loins, and
she could sense the same incredible tension mounting in Jenny's loins. They'd
both be coming any moment. Lynn crushed Jenny in her arms and legs, humping
furiously while she sucked. Within seconds, her orgasm struck.
Uhhhhhhhh! Lynn grunted. Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh! She
felt the world spinning end over end. Her loins cramped with spasms. She was
aware of her toes crossing and clenching. Then Jenny's cunt was throbbing around
her lips like the hot walls of a living heart. Electrical tingles passed from
Jenny's spasming cunt into Lynn's lips. Their crotches throbbed in unison. Lynn
humped and writhed, swallowing the pussy juice that ran from Jenny's cunt.
Awhile later - it seemed like minutes - Lynn uncurled, falling away from Jenny
and relaxing breathless in the dirt while a dry breeze fluttered over her body.
Before she could catch her breath, Harold had picked her up and was carrying her
away under his muscular arm. Lynn giggled.
The pickup truck bounced up and down even on the highway. How different from the
smooth ride of the Corvette. Lynn continued to giggle a lot. She felt full of
bubbles. She was sleepy, and she dozed on and off, usually waking to the flash
of headlights from an oncoming car.
With nightfall, the temperature had dropped enough to make the ride in the
pickup chilling with the windows open. The old man had asked her several times
whether she was cold, but each time she just giggled and answered no, for some
reason enjoying the goosebumps on her arms and legs while the alcoholic blood
gushed through her arteries like hot rum.
At last, without a word, the old man cranked shut his own window, then reached
across her and cranked shut hers. The truck kept bouncing along as he performed
this maneuver, and Lynn was amazed that they didn't run off the highway. She
half-wished they would, however; she'd never been involved in a decent traffic
accident. She thought it might be thrilling.
Can I have some more wine, Mr. Harold? she asked. The wine had
become like medicine. The old man allowed her a swig from the jug every fifteen
minutes or so, and immediately after drinking it, she would doze off, blissfully
content.
The old man pulled the jug from under his knees, the wine sloshing as the truck
jiggled. Here you go, pretty gal. Go easy on it, though. There ain't all
that much left.
Lynn cradled the glass jug, licking her lips as she watched the wine get foamy
from the sloshing. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim
greenish light from the dashboard the wine looked like some elixir used in
secret rites. She unscrewed the cap and tilted the jug, pouring the sweet
dizzying drink down her throat. She would have swilled down the rest of the jug
had Harold not pulled the jug away from her.
Easy there, sweetheart. That's enough until we get where were going. I
can't be carrying you, and you'll have to be awake to get us the goods.
Lynn smacked and licked her lips. The wine tasted better with every new swig.
She felt very groggy.
Where is it we're going again? she asked. She kept forgetting.
We're going to collect your stash of pictures and tape recordings - the
ones you and Jenny have been hiding all these years.
The ones of all the men? Lynn asked. She had to keep asking that.
Somehow something didn't seem right, but she couldn't figure out exactly what.
Them are the ones, the old man said. We gotta get 'em quick.
Jenny's back at the farm waiting for us to bring 'em back. She wants every last
one of 'em now, so you gotta make sure we don't leave none behind. We wouldn't
want to be upsetting Jenny by missing none, would we? Lynn giggled. No,
they couldn't upset Jenny. Jenny had a mean temper. Somewhere in her mind was a
vision of Jenny looking flushed and angry. Jenny's face appeared to be peeking
at Lynn from between Lynn's legs. Vaguely Lynn could remember something having
happened between herself and Jenny.
Lynn felt herself beginning to doze. She had to piss badly, but she hated
climbing out of the pickup to squat at the side of the dark country road. There
were probably snakes out there waiting to bite her. The last time they'd stopped
she had surely felt a snake trying to wind its way up her leg. The stupid snake
was trying to crawl into her cunt. She was sure of that. Maybe it had. She
couldn't remember. She vaguely remembered, though, the old man jerking against
her ass while she bent over. Maybe he'd seen the snake slide into her and was
trying to scare it back out by jolting her ass. It was all mixed up, and she was
so tired. She leaned over to pillow her head in the old man's lap. As she dozed
off, she felt his cock jumping against her cheek. The truck bounced.
Watching the rat scurry from one sleeping boy to the other, Jenny held her
breath. The large grayish-brown rat, with a pink tail at least a foot long,
seemed provoked that anyone should dare to invade the hayloft at night, and he
fearlessly sniffed each boy in turn as if to determine whether the boy was
edible. In the light of three kerosene lanterns - two hung from pegs on posts
and one perched atop a stack of hay bales - the rat's eyes glowed a devilish,
pulsating pink as he turned them upon Jenny.
Stay away, Jenny said threateningly. Stay away from me.
Bound as she was - her arms stretched overhead by the ropes fastened to her
wrists, her ass nestled in the straw, her legs bound wide apart by the ropes
attached to her ankles - Jenny had no other weapon of defense but her voice.
The rat seemed unintimidated. In fact, as she spoke, he sat back on his haunches
and washed his face with his paws, appearing to grin all the while, as if
thinking to himself about what a tasty meal she'd make. Having finished
scrubbing his pointed face, he began sauntering toward Jenny, making a straight
line toward the apex of the V formed by her spread legs, making a straight line
for her open cunt. He held his twitching nose high in the air, as if he smelled
a succulent meal cooking somewhere.
Stay away from me! Jenny shrieked, writhing between the ropes.
The rat stopped. He looked her straight in the eyes, like a father upset over
his daughter's back talk. He opened his mouth, showing his sharp little teeth.
Without warning, he sprang forward.
Jenny screamed. The rat, coming to a stunned stop within inches of her cunt,
spun suddenly in the opposite direction and shot out of sight, swallowed up by
the shadows. In the process of exiting the scene, he scampered across Delbert's
body. Delbert slapped at the rat as if swatting at a fly. He sat up.
Now what's wrong? he asked, rubbing his half-closed eyes.
Can't a guy get a little sleep around this place?
A rat tried to bite me, Jenny said, her voice trembling. She was
shaking a over.
What rat?
He's gone now. He ran away.
Aw, shit, you're seeing things.
Seth rolled over and sat up. What's all the commotion?
She says a rat tried to bite her.
In the cunt, I suppose, Seth said.
As a matter of fact, yes, Jenny said. I could have got rabies.
All rats have rabies.
They do not, Seth said.
Now Tyler was sitting up, wanting to know what was happening. They told him. He
chuckled, then stood up and began to piss. Having never seen a boy piss before,
Jenny gawked at him, watching the long silver stream arc from his cock and hiss
into the straw. Tyler caught her gawking. He stopped pissing and swaggered over
toward her, his heavy cock dangling and dripping piss.
Whatcha staring at? Tyler asked.
Jenny didn't answer. She turned her head away.
Tyler chuckled. His rough hand squeezed her chin and turned her face toward him.
His piss-dripping cock dangled just inches from her nose. A few drops of piss
bounced off her tits. She could smell the stuff. His fat soft cockhead touched
her lips. A drop of piss seeped between them. Jenny tried to spit. Instead, she
opened her mouth and let boy's spongy cock slip inside. She knew that it was
futile to resist anymore. These filthy pricks were going to get what they wanted
no matter what she did. Fighting them just made things harder on herself and
likely gave them even more of a thrill. Tyler's cock flexed a little and hot
piss began to run out. Jenny gagged.
Drink it all, bitch, Tyler said. Don't waste one drop.
Lucky for her that Tyler had pissed most of his load into the straw. A few
swallows and Jenny had drained his bladder. She sucked the last drops of piss
from his piss-tube, and the boy's slightly stiffened cock flopped out of her
mouth.
Taste good? Tyler asked, grinning down at her.
Jenny looked away, disgusted.
Suddenly, Delbert was pushing Tyler aside. His enormous cock, like a roll of
soft bread dough, glanced off her jaw, knocking her dizzy. The younger boy's
cock was as long soft as Tyler's was hard. The size of Delbert's prick never
ceased to amaze her.
Let me try, Delbert said, and he tried to ram his spongy cock into
her mouth. His prickhead was soft, glossy, and hot, like the skin of a baby.
Jenny let the monster stuff her mouth. Before she'd closed her lips around his
prick, Delbert began to piss.
Ahhhhh! Delbert groaned. This is almost as good as
coming.
You're out of your mind, Seth said.
It is, Delbert insisted.
Ah, hurry up and piss, Seth said. I've got something better in
mind.
Why don't you go back to sleep? Delbert said.
Why don't you all go back to sleep? Jenny thought, swallowing down the heavy
piss-stream as if she were guzzling beer. The boy's piss was amazingly hot, and
even more amazingly, she'd already gotten used to the taste of it. She'd ceased
to gag, and she was even beginning to enjoy drinking the boy's piss. It couldn't
be much worse than drinking his cum, and besides, the zinging of the piss
through the boy's cock was for some reason causing a zinging sensation in her
pussy-lips. She moved to squeeze her legs together, then realized that the ropes
were holding her legs in a near full-split position.
Ah, that felt great, Delbert said, yanking his cock out of her
mouth. He milked his cock, then beat his prick against her nose. Droplets of
piss showered her face.
Out of the way, hog, Seth said, knocking Delbert aside.
Jenny knew immediately that Seth was after more than a throat-piss. His cock
stood up like a steel pipe, the glossy prickhead half-uncapped by its foreskin.
Jenny could smell the pungent cheesy scent that she'd come to associate with the
uncut heads of Harold's and Seth's cocks, and she opened her mouth wide,
allowing his enormous prick to slide straight down her throat. Strange, but as
much as she hated the scent of these uncut cocks, she couldn't resist the urge
now to suck on them. And the scent set off powerful tingles in her cunt. Her
loins throbbed as if she were a bitch or a sow or a she-goat going into heat.
She wondered whether it was the putrid smell of the boy's uncut cockhead that
was causing this instant lust in her.
Ahhh! Seth groaned. Now this beats pissing any old time. Suck
my prick, you cock-crazy little bitch. Oh, man, I love the way your pretty lips
stretch back and forth around my cockshaft. Oh, man, such a pretty warm
throat!
He gripped her head and fucked his cock in and out of her mouth, up and down in
her throat. Jenny relaxed, letting the boy mouth-fuck her. If she lived through
this entire ordeal, at least something positive would come of it - she'd learned
how to relax while a guy throat-fucked her. She'd been throat-fucked so many
times today that she no longer gagged and choked from the jabbing and sliding of
cock-flesh in the heart of her neck. Instead, she simply relaxed, allowing the
boy to use her head and throat in any way he wished, fucking her face violently
if he wanted to. If she didn't fight, she didn't gag. What's more, the more she
relaxed, the more the boy's cock stimulated her lips, her tongue, the roof of
her mouth, and her throat. In addition, the face-fucking caused her cunt to
contract and juice.
While Seth stood in front of Jenny, hugging her head and fucking his cock in and
out of her mouth, his younger brother wriggled in the straw on his belly,
squirming to get at Jenny's cunt. Seth grudgingly adjusted his stance, and
Delbert plunged head-first into Jenny's cunt, his pink tongue like a stiff
finger. As much as she hated Delbert, there were times when she considered him
an angel. He was by far the best cunt-licker who had ever had the privilege of
tasting her cuntlips. As his slithering tongue fucked into her cunt, Jenny's
body stiffened in a long, luxurious stretch. She pointed her toes, gyrating her
ass on the straw.
Oh, fuck, she's a hot baby, Tyler said. Look at them pretty
toes wiggle. I've always wanted to have me some hot chick's pretty toes to suck
on. Oh, yeah!
Tyler collapsed into the straw, hugged her left foot as if it were a kitten, and
wrapped his hot lips around her toes. Jenny moaned with the feeling. Tingles
shot up her leg. Tyler's wet tongue knifed back and forth between her toes, his
teeth grated them, his lips sucked so hard Jenny could hardly stand it. She'd
never realized that her toes could be so sensitive. Bubbles of fuck tension
moved up her leg, down her throat. Tight prickling sensations wound through her
loins. She squirmed, rubbing nipples against Seth's knees. Every inch of her
naked body quivered with excitement.
Seth hugged her head, fucking his cock down her throat until his pubic hair
curled up her nose. His cock swelled, the prickshaft arteries pressing against
her upper lip.
Ahhh! he bellowed. Uhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Streams of hot cum
shot down Jenny's throat. The jerking spasms of the boy's cock made her wince.
Seth continued to grunt with each spasm, bellowing so loudly his voice filled
the hay loft.
Jenny was once more astounded at how much cum the boy put out. She'd lost count
as to how many times he'd already brought himself off on her body, blasting his
teenage cum into one fuckhole or another. He and his two companions seemed to
have bottomless reservoirs of cum in their skinny teenage loins. All three of
them shot endless gobs of the white stuff each time they came, fucking the night
away between catnaps. Jenny wondered why she didn't bloat up like a cum-balloon
and burst.
The moment he finished shooting, Seth dragged his cock out of Jenny's mouth and
stepped over Delbert and Tyler to lay down in the straw. As he fell back, his
enormous cock flopped up on his belly, glistening with spit and cum, jumping
with post-orgasmic twitchings. He lay there panting, his eyes focused on his two
companions as they sucked at Jenny - Delbert at her cunt, and Tyler at her toes.
Jenny licked her lips, savoring the taste of Seth's fresh cum. She could still
feel his big cock fucking in and out of her mouth, rubbing beautiful feelings
into her lips and throat, flexing rhythmically as he shot cum into her belly.
She eyed Seth's prick, still hungry. As she watched his cock twitch in the
lantern-light, she longed to pounce on the boy and to suck once more his
luscious uncut cock. She was hungry for more cum.
I wanna suck, she muttered. Suck. Suck.
Tyler glanced up at her, his mouth full of her toes. He grinned impishly. He
spit out her toes and licked the sole and instep of her foot as if her foot were
a lollipop.
I'll suck yours, Jenny said to him. Stick it in my mouth and
I'll suck it.
Goddamn! Tyler said, dropping her foot and jumping up. His cock
stood nearly parallel to his belly, jumping like a fish. A thick tear of precum
oozed out and balanced at its tip.
Jenny opened her mouth. Her tongue hung out and dripped. I'm out of my mind, she
thought, imagining what she must look like sitting there panting for cock. But
instead of laughing at herself, she made sucking sounds with her lips, trying to
entice the boy to her. The boy's prick danced as if in response to the sucking
sounds she made. It was the first time in her life she'd begged so shamelessly
for cock.
Delbert bit into her cunt-slabs, nearly sending her through the roof of the
barn. The boy's sharp teeth seemed to possess electrical charges.
Ohhh, God! Jenny moaned, driving her wide-spread cunt at the boy's
face. If her legs hadn't been bound in a full split, she'd have crushed the
boy's head between them.
Delbert's tongue probed every sensitive crevice of her seething cunt, licking
her pussy out. He growled like a mutt as he munched and slurped at her
fuck-meat. The boy was unbelievable. This was the third time tonight the boy had
eaten her out. He was insatiable. Heaven would be to have Delbert for her own.
She would keep him eating her cunt all day and all night.
Tyler's cock throbbed just inches from her nose now. She could smell his
luscious meaty prick. She could feel its pulsating warmth. Straining her tongue
forward, she managed to lick the sticky pearl of precum from his gaping
piss-slit. She rolled the luscious gob of fuck juice in her mouth, savoring the
taste. As it rolled down her throat, she sighed.
I wanna eat you, she said, rolling her eyes up at him coquettishly.
I wanna taste you.
Tyler leaned into her, letting his sweaty balls settle over her nose. The
masculine aroma of his balls made Jenny's eyes roll.
Lick them nuts! Tyler said. Lick my balls like you licked them
hog-nuts this afternoon.
Jenny groaned, remembering the huge balls of the big boar. Strangely, the memory
excited her. She slurped at Tyler's hairy teenage balls, thinking about how
exciting all nuts were, whether they belonged to hogs or dogs or boys. She
remembered the boar shooting off from her ball-licking alone. She remembered the
feel of the bloodhound's hot prick as his cock fucked in and out of her cunt,
then filled her loins with dog-cum. She remembered the taste of the pig-cum, the
taste of the old man's cum. Balls like the ones she was now licking were what
produced that thick creamy cum she loved so much. She licked all around Tyler's
balls, caressing them lovingly, hoping to stimulate them to brew up more fresh
cum to shoot down her throat.
Oh, man, baby! Tyler moaned, raising up and down on his toes.
Suck them hot balls of mine. Yeah!
Jenny opened her mouth, letting Tyler's big balls settle in one at a time. She
loved the oval objects, loved their sponginess and firmness. She was tempted to
bite them off. She knew however that that would be the last action she'd ever
perform. She sank her teeth gently into Tyler's left ball, thinking suddenly
about how she was going to get even with him and with all these other
hillbillies once she was released.
Easy there, Tyler said, freeing his ball from her mouth. Then he
turned his back to her, half-stumbling over Delbert as he made the turn. His
narrow, compact teenage ass stared Jenny in the face, Kiss my ass.
Jenny kissed each asscheek, then nipped the smooth white ass- skin with her
teeth. She could smell the sweaty, slightly shitty scent of the boy's asscrack.
Tyler reached behind him and spread his asscheeks, revealing to Jenny his tight
little asshole. Lick my crack, he said. I want you to eat out
my ass.
Jenny hesitated. She hadn't been prepared for this. She'd never licked a guy's
asshole. Christ, that's where the shit came out! She'd never been able to
understand how guys could get off on licking a chick's asshole.
I said lick my ass! Tyler growled.
Her heart jumped at the sound of his voice, and she plunged her face between his
asscheeks, licking his crack from one end to the other as the boy slid his ass
up and down on her nose.
Yeah! Tyler said. Yeah, that's it!
The boy's sweaty asscrack didn't taste that bad. In fact, his ass tasted quite
good. His ass had a muskier scent than his balls, stimulating Jenny to slurp
Tyler's asscrack as enthusiastically as Delbert was slurping her cunt. She found
Tyler's ass pucker with the tip of her tongue. His tight asshole quivered,
begging to be penetrated. Jenny began to probe, easing her tongue between the
tight ring of his asshole. At last she found her tongue all the way up the boy's
asshole and she began to clean him out.
Ah, baby! Tyler groaned, rotating his ass. His right arm jerked, and
Jenny could tell he was beating his cock. Lick that shithole, baby, lick
that shithole. Yeah!
The boy's asshole was hot inside, and it had a musky, salty taste that Jenny
found stimulating. She fluttered her tongue, zipping in and out, tongue-fucking
the boy's ass. She felt a heartbeat inside, and she felt the walls of his
asshole pulsating.
Oh, boy, this is living! Tyler moaned. Feels so good. Christ,
I'm almost coming already. His arm pumped faster. Ahh! Ahhh!
Yeahhhhhhhh! Wow!
His ass began to shudder and jerk. Jenny felt something like a balloon inflate
against her tongue then begin to contract. She jabbed and filed the inflated
meat-balloon with her tongue. Tyler whimpered, gyrating his jerking ass.
Ohhh, baaaaby! he moaned. Feels so good!
Jenny could hear his cum splashing. She could smell cum heavy in the air - an
acrid mist - the sweet scent of boy. It was a horrible waste of cum - rich,
thick, sweet, fresh cum - but there was nothing she could do about catching the
stuff, bound as she was with her arms stretched overhead. She moaned her loss,
slurping at the boy's asscrack as he shot his last.
Tyler pulled away from her. Turning around, he offered her his left hand. A
whitish-gray pool filled his brown palm. Jenny needed no invitation to dip her
tongue into the pool. Tyler's cum was still warm with the heat of his loins. She
sipped and licked until the cum was gone, consumed into her stomach. Before she
could lick Tyler's hand completely clean, however, the smirking youth rubbed the
slippery dregs of the cum-pool into her tit- flesh. As his hands slipped over
her hardened nipples, Jenny saw stars.
At that moment, Delbert's tongue touched a magic nerve inside her cunt. At that
moment, Delbert's sharp front teeth sliced exquisitely into her clit. A rush of
tingles jolted her loins. Her body jerked as if electrically shocked. Her toes
curled against the balls of her feet. She groaned with pleasure. It felt
marvelous.
Delbert sucked out her cunt as if his mouth were the hose end of a vacuum
cleaner. He smacked his lips and slurped, sending floods of tingles through her
cunt-slabs. Meanwhile, fists of intense orgasmic sensation pounded the depths of
her pussy. She could feel her clit twitching up Delbert's nostril. She strained
to close her legs - coming while wide open like this was unbearable - but the
most she could do to help her orgasm along was to bounce her ass and to drive
her cunt into Delbert's face.
Before the last spasms had squeezed through her cunt, Delbert jerked away, shot
to his feet, and pumped his arm-long cock frenziedly. Within seconds, his rich
white cum exploded from the gaping piss-slit of his cock, hot ropes of cum
lashing her face and sticking to her skin. The young boy grunted, dancing on his
toes.
Jenny felt her eyes cross as she focused on the piss-slit of Delbert's cock. The
spurts of cum seemed to leap out at her in slow motion, splashing her in the
eye. She held her mouth wide, trying to catch the flying cum. A spurt entered
her mouth and dashed against the back of her throat. Another spurt exploded
against her upper lip, and a misty cum-spray made her blink. She had to laugh.
Her face was dripping with warm cum. Delbert jerked forward and rammed his cock
down her throat.
She swallowed every inch of his prick, feeling his throbbing balls against her
chin, feeling his wiry blond pubic hair up her nostrils. Deep in her throat the
boy's cockhead pulsed like a heart. The huge cock swelled and contracted. Cum
shot down her throat like a volcanic lava. The boy's hard belly churned at her
cum-slick face. He groaned, his pubescent voice cracking.
When it was all over, the boys cut her loose at last. She cleaned the cum off
her face, eating every drop. She fell upon Delbert in the straw and licked his
belly clean. She licked his cock, licked the sweat off his balls, sucked on his
boyish ass. Delbert sighed, already dozing off.
Seth lay watching her, one eye open. She rolled over onto him and began to lick
and suck his uncut cock. Today she'd learned that uncut cock was a special
treat. Seth spread his legs, allowing her to get at every part of his masculine
anatomy. His balls were bloating up again with cum. Jenny was hungry. She needed
it. She began to suck.
Harold leaned back in his chair, tilting it on two legs until it rested against
the house. He rested his feet on the porch railing. Ah, this was the life -
taking it easy while the young 'uns took care of the chores, a cool beer in one
hand, a hot cock in the other, an earth-scented breeze and a few puffy clouds in
the sun-rich sky, and, best of all, two naked little fillies bound to the posts
that supported the porch roof. One blonde, one brunette. Otherwise they were
like twins, each guarding one post, each leaning back against a post, arms tied
behind their backs, bodies secured to the post. He could leave them there
forever. So pretty to took at. Cut one loose whenever he needed a fuck, then
re-tie her until he was horny again. If they gave him any smart city back-talk,
he had plenty of leather straps around to shut them up.
He sipped his beer, studying the girls. He was aware of his hand slipping the
foreskin up and down over the swollen head of his cock. He spread his legs,
airing his balls. Goddamn, it felt good to sit there without a stitch on,
pumping his cock while eyeing these sexy teenaged females.
OK, the blonde said at last, you win. She didn't took at
Harold. Instead, she was wincing at the photographs pinned up all over the
siding of the house.
I know I win, little lady, Harold said. I just wanted to be
sure you know it. One sassy-assed move and the whole fucking city's gonna think
you like nothing better than fucking dogs and sucking boars. And how about that
one of you smooching old Homer's piggy snout?
Lynn chuckled.
Shut up, bitch. Jenny snarled. This is all your fault.
Hey there, little girl, Harold said. I said if I hear about
one sassy-assed move on your part, the whole town will see them pictures. And
that includes being mean to your little girlfriend there. She's been right
helpful right along. Besides, how can you mean-mouth little Lynn when you like
to eat her pretty pussy so dang much. Whee! Look at them pictures of the two of
you sucking pussy like you won't never get enough of it.
Lynn chuckled again. It wasn't so bad, was it, Jenny? I rather liked it. I
think maybe you did too.
Jenny scowled. How can you even remember what happened? You were dead
drunk. Why did you have to go getting yourself drunk?
That's right, Harold said. She was under the powerful
influence. So you can't rightly blame her for what she done. I could just as
well have got you smashed. Then you would've took me to the treasure. All them
pictures and tape recordings. Whee! Me and the young 'uns are gonna have us a
party with them.
He got them all? Jenny asked, looking sickly at Lynn.
I think so, Lynn said. Sorry, Jenny, but I didn't know what
I'd done until I woke up this morning and he informed me. That wine was as
strong as brandy.
Jenny shook her head. We're finished. We'll be dead broke in two weeks.
Those men will probably tar-and-feather us.
Harold finished his beer and crushed the can.
Now don't be so sorrowful, he said. Maybe you two can make
things up to the men somehow. I believe they'd welcome your paying them back in
some other way than money. I believe they'd take a notion to getting some good
hot fucking from your pretty teenaged asses. They're probably still beating off
thinking about their fucking you when you was both kids. From the looks on their
faces in the pictures, they all looked powerful content screwing into your
little-kid cunts.
Harold continued to talk, laying out for them what he expected of them. They
were to apologize to the men they'd blackmailed, offering their bodies as
restitution. They were to stay shut-mouthed about the happenings here at the
farm, and they were to come back every third weekend for a visit. Harold knew he
must keep the young 'uns happy. They'd stay on the farm longer that way. If the
girls failed his expectations in any way, Harold had his own blackmail in the
form of the pictures - not only the pictures of Jenny with Homer and Red and of
Jenny with Lynn, but all the girls' own pictures and the tapes as well. The
girls' stash of photographs and tapes included hundreds that incriminated the
very police and lawyers and judges who had been the girls' protectors. Should
the law come snooping around the farm, he could always use these incriminating
materials as blackmail against them. Or he could use them as evidence that the
girls had all along conspired to eventually blackmail even these executors of
the law. He didn't think he'd have any trouble with the two girls, however -
they seemed too clever to make further trouble for themselves. And, besides, he
was certain that Lynn had enjoyed this entire experience, if not Jenny as well.
Jenny did a lot of cussing, but underneath her facade of resistance, Harold was
sure he could detect acceptance and lust. Right now was a good time to check out
his suspicions - now, before he turned the girls loose to continue on their
journey up to the party at Carver Lake.
I'm cutting you loose now, he said, getting up.
The girls trembled as he sawed through the ropes with a hunting knife. When they
were free and still rubbing their wrists he bent them both over.
One fuck for the road, he said, watching their asses begin to
quiver. Which hole you want me to stuff with my hog, Lynn?
Asshole, Lynn said, giggling as if embarrassed.
He rammed a finger up her asshole. She squealed. Never have any trouble with
Lynn, he thought. She's raring to go.
And what about you, Jenny? Which hole would you be preferring?
For several moments Jenny didn't answer. Then, just as Harold's patience was
about to run out, she began to chuckle.
Well? Harold asked. Which will it be?
Both, if you're up to it, she said, and she arched her back and
turned her ass up high, giving Harold a perfect view of her spread cunt and
asscheeks. Cunt and ass-pucker both glistened pink.
Harold himself chuckled, dipping his finger into Jenny's asshole and his thumb
into her cunt. Both her asshole and cunt were hot inside, and juice ran out of
her cunt and dripped off the base of his thumb. Jenny began to churn her ass.
Jesus Christ! Harold said, and he about shot off into the air. He
had his fingers inside two fuck-crazy teenagers at the same time, both of them
wanting to be fucked. What had he ever done to deserve this? Maybe he was
finally getting what he deserved after all these lost years of going without.
One thing he was fairly certain of now was that he wasn't going to have much of
a problem with Jenny disobeying. She was as hot as Lynn. The young 'uns must
have fed her some kind of magic drug last night to tame her down. It couldn't be
just fear of disgrace over those pictures that had tamed her.
Me first, Lynn said, wiggling her ass.
No, me first, Jenny said, gazing at Harold over her left shoulder.
She licked her lips and winked.
Harold saw his chance to seal the pact between himself and the dizzy little
blonde. You had enough of my old hog last night to keep you happy for a
year, Lynn, he said, yanking his finger out the brunette's asshole and
giving her a playful swat. Give your pretty girlfriend first crack at
me.
Oh, all right, Lynn said, beginning to straighten up.
Harold slapped her ass. Stay down, girl. I'll get to you directly.
Winking at Jenny, he yanked his dripping digits out of Jenny's fuck holes.
Wrapping his hands around her beautiful hips to steady her, he positioned his
uncut cockhead between her cunt- lips. Jenny groaned, her cuntlips parting as
Harold shoved. His ten-inch cock fucked straight up her cunt. As he watched his
prick disappear inside her, Harold felt the foreskin slip off the head of his
cock and stretch out along his prickshaft. The sensation almost brought him off.
Jenny was hot as a furnace inside.
Feels great, you old boar, Jenny said, rotating her ass so his cock
would screw inside her. She laughed like a slut, jamming her cunt back and forth
on his cock, fucking his cock faster than he could fuck in and out of her
himself.
Harold felt tension building in his loins. A few more fucking motions and he'd
be over the brink - he would lose his load up her cunt before he got the chance
to fuck her asshole. Just as he felt the cum beginning to uncoil in his balls,
he zipped his cock out of the little bitch.
Jenny groaned. What in the hell? I was just starting to warm up. Come on,
shove it back in.
Harold watched his cock twitch, dangerously close to creaming on her ass. The
moment his prick calmed down, he drove his cockhead against her ass-pucker.
Lubricated with Jenny's cunt- juices, the horny tusk of cock-flesh slipped into
her asshole, his bloated prickhead stretching her so wide open that her ass
looked like it might split.
Jenny whimpered. Ohhh, it hurts!
You wanted it, Harold grunted. Now you're getting it.
Thrusting with all his strength, he rammed the full length of his cock up her
asshole. She was so tight that Harold thought his cock had been skinned. Hot
prickling pokers shot up the core of his cock. Tingles swirled through his
loins. He felt the cum uncoil in his aching balls.
Jenny screamed, then began to whine. Her asshole began to contract like an
opening-and-closing hand. Hot fuck juice gushed out of her cunt, bathing
Harold's balls. Jenny trembled. Harold struggled to keep her on her feet, at the
same time trying to keep himself on his own feet as his orgasm gnawed through
his flexing, spurting cock. The two of them groaned their pleasure together.
Harold couldn't believe the bitch was coming already. He'd never brought off any
female so fast. One thrust of his cock - and up her asshole yet! Shit!
The subsiding sensations of orgasm were still making his cock twitch when he
pulled his prick out of Jenny's ass. Jenny sat down on the porch, her tongue
hanging out, her eyes glazed. Harold had no time to appreciate the sight,
though, because now Lynn was demanding to be fucked, holding her asscheeks apart
with her pretty hands and gibbering madly.
Harold grabbed her ass. A few drops of cum were still oozing out of his cock as
he sank his prick into her. Her asshole felt like a writhing mass of hot raw
liver around his cock. He began to fuck.
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