Hickville Fuckers
(Mm+/Ff, best, anal, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

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 t