Chapter 7
 
 
Had it not been for the little kid's enormous 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 cunt-lips, 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 Ruby'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 jism 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 jism 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 jism 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.
 
 
 
Chapter 8
 
 
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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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 cunt-lips. The boar grunted madly,  
nuzzling her cunt and beginning to lick.
 
"He's excited," Harlan 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 Harlan'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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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!" Harlan 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," Harlan 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!" Harlan 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-jism 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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 cunt-
lips.
 
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-furrow. The men were laughing.
 
"Red's prick is out," Delbert said. "It's jumpin' like a long worm."
 
"Just stand aside, boy," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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!" Harlan 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," Harlan 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 pussy-lips 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," Harlan 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," Harlan 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 Harlan. "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," Harlan 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.
 
 
 
Chapter 9
 
 
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 cunt-
lips 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 jism, the most potent jism Lynn had ever tasted -  
and Lynn had tasted the jism of hundreds of males. What's more, jism  
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, Harlan had  
picked her up and was carrying her away under his muscular arm.
 
Lynn giggled.