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 jism, 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?" Harlan 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 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!" Harlan 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 jism like condensed milk – thick and rich.
"Ohhh, Christ!" Harlan 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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Had it not been for the little kid's enormous cock, Lynn would have escaped. The woods were near, close enough and thick enough for quick and safe hiding. She could easily have tiptoed off into the green undergrowth while the older boy, Tyler, turned his back to piss, and while the younger boy turned to watch him. The trouble was that Lynn saw the young boy's cock for the first time just as he was turning away from her, and his snakelike prick hypnotized her, held her where she stood, held her gawking and open mouthed. The vital seconds needed for her escape passed, and the two leering boys turned toward her again, licking their chops like hungry wolves and flexing their cocks. Lynn continued to focus mainly on the younger boy's prick. His cock was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life, and his prick was growing out of a set of loins no wider than the cock itself was long. It was unreal.
"She likes your prick, Delbert old pal," Tyler said.
Delbert giggled, looking crazy in a shy sort of way. "Do you want me to fuck you?" the younger boy asked, making his pubescent monster cock flop around like a five-pound bass. Despite his grubbiness and his wild hair, which resembled a heap of straw, the little boy had a certain charm, a certain combination of prettiness and sensuality that fascinated Lynn. However, she couldn't afford now to play games.
"No thanks," she said. "Look, you guys are in a lot of trouble. If you let us go now, I think I can convince Jenny to forget this whole thing."
Tyler chuckled, and Delbert stood there smiling impishly and stroking his cock.
"I mean it," Lynn said. "Kidnapping and attempted rape are serious crimes."
From behind the barn came the sound of a man bellowing like a fucking bull.
"It ain't attempted rape anymore," Tyler said.
Lynn spun around. "Jenny! What are they doing to her?"
Arms as strong as those of an octopus flailed around Lynn's chest and jerked her back before she could start to run.
"Hold it there, baby," Tyler said, biting through her hair and sinking his teeth into her neck. "Jenny's getting exactly what she deserves – and likely exactly what she wants." His thick cock jabbed between her legs, thigh-fucking her.
"Let me go, you pig!" Lynn shouted, and she twisted with all her strength. Like the ropes from which she had recently been freed, the boy's arms tightened the more she struggled against them.
The younger boy ran around, dancing in front of her like an obscene puppet. "Let me fuck her, Tyler. Let me fuck her. I know how to do it. I'm good at it."
Lynn kicked out, just missing driving her toes into the little lunatic's balls. Delbert danced backwards, laughing.
"Let me put it in her from behind, the way all the animals do it," Delbert said, his words juicy and slurred. Spit leaked from one corner of his mouth, gleaming on his brown chin.