Tyler fired again as Lynn began to corkscrew her ass. Tightening her cunt muscles, she sucked the hot cum out of the boy. Give it to me, squirt me full, she muttered internally. I'm gonna milk you dry, tough boy. I'm gonna suck you so dry you'll faint.
"Ohh, mannnn!" Tyler groaned. "Bitch cunt! Beautiful!"
Delbert's mammoth cock twisted and pistoned, grinding the guts out of her. But his murderous prick no longer felt like a studded fence post. Instead, it now felt like a warm, smooth, oiled tusk, and it gave her pleasure, pleasure such as she had never known. Her asshole felt as good as her cunt.
Fuck me, you big-cocked baby, Lynn thought to herself.
She squeezed the muscles of her loins to milk the jism from Tyler, she manipulated the ass-fucking cock of the young boy biting and licking her back.
Come on, baby, shoot it, she thought. Screw it, shoot it! Come on, you little fucker – cream – cream – creammmmmm!
Delbert grunted. His cock jerked spastically. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh!" he bellowed. "It feels so – ahhhhhh!"
The young boy's cum shot up Lynn's asshole like streams of volcanic lava. Lynn had never felt jism so hot. The boyish stuff scalded the pit of her belly. Still, she wanted every drop of it, wanted to feel her asshole filled with it, wanted the young boy to shoot until he turned blue in the face.
"I'm coming," the boy muttered, fucking and pumping and shooting. "Oh, jeez, oh, hell!"
The tension in Lynn's loins was building fast. Fans of fuck-sensation whirled up and down her cunt, up and down her asshole. Fuck tingles slithered through the bones of her legs, quickly reaching her toes as they clawed the dust. She tried to spread her legs even wider, tried to get the two cocks into her even deeper. She was humping now, humping and writhing, gyrating her fucked ass. All she cared about now was the feeling, the tight, salty feeling mounting in her loins – and she wanted to come, needed desperately to come.
Tyler and Delbert shot simultaneously.
Lynn threw her head back and surrendered to the feeling. The balloon of tension burst. Her loins exploded with orgasm. She whined, this time with the agonized ecstasy of her spasms.
Her fingers and toes clawed the dust. The two brick-hard male bodies sandwiched her. She smelled sweat, tasted the blood of her cut lips, jerked with the electrical firings of her loins. Now she knew what it was to be fucked, to be fucked fully, all her fuck holes crammed full of throbbing, shooting cock, her body wrapped in hot male meat.
"Fuck meeee!" she groaned. "Ohh, fuck meeeeeee!" She twisted her head, gnawing at Tyler's neck. It felt so good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The boar was pink and hairy, the kind of pig Jenny imagined when she thought of the word pig. And he was huge, an enormous oval mass of pork and fat. The hillbillies had him penned in a cramped cage constructed of silvery-gray wood. He could do nothing but stand in the pen. He had no room to turn, no room to move forward or backward, no space even to lie down. He snorted malevolently, his snout protruding between the thick wooden slats in front, his curlicue tail quivering between the slats behind.
The old man and his bastard son dragged Jenny to the front of the pen and knocked her down in the dirt. The boar jerked in his cage, glaring out and snorting, his flat snout shivering. Flies buzzed around the wet snout.
"Homer, meet Jenny," the old man said. The pig grunted.
"Say hello to Homer," the old man said, putting his dirty foot on Jenny's ass. "You wouldn't want my prize breeding boar to think you was unneighborly now, would you?"
"Hello," Jenny said, forcing out the syllables in monotone. They were the hardest two syllables she'd ever been forced to mouth, but she knew enough now to play along with whatever these loonies requested. It was a matter now of survival.
Homer's nose dripped. He was breathing like a locomotive.
"Well, well," said the old man. "I think Homer is taking a shine to you already. He thinks you're a prize sow. Give the old boy a smooch on his pretty snout, girly. Show him you take a shine to him too."
Jenny couldn't believe what she was hearing. Like a cat she sprang away on all fours, headed for the woods, headed for the corn fields, headed anywhere to hide and be safe again. Seth dove on her before she'd gotten five feet.
"Wanna wrestle?" the boy panted, wrapping his hard body around her and crushing her to the dirt.
His cock was like a glowing pipe pressed to her ass. He bit her violently on the shoulders and neck, sinking his sharp teeth into her flesh.
"Let me go!" Jenny whimpered, realizing as she spoke the words how futile, how absurd they sounded.
"Ever been ass-fucked!" the boy growled. "I love fucking ass." His cock slid up and down between her asscheeks, slippery and throbbing.
Jenny tensed, clamping her loin muscles. She'd rather die than have that dirty beast's cock up her ass. No cock had ever violated her asshole, and no cock ever would. One guy had tried to fuck her ass once, a cop. Now he was a janitor, and he paid her half his salary each month as penance for his filthy ideas.
"Hold off there, boy," the old man said. "First the little lady's got to pay her respects to the finest old breeding boar in the county. Bring her over."
Seth tried to drag her, and Jenny kicked and scratched. There was a limit to playing along with these lunatics.
The old man was laughing. "She's a wild one, ain't she? Well, looky here – just in time."
"We tied the other one up in the smokehouse like you said, Pa." It was the youngest boy's voice.
Jenny looked up past Seth's strangling arm to see Delbert and Tyler swagger over to join the old man. The two boys' cocks flopped and wagged as they walked. The youngest boy's cock hung half way to his knees. Lynn must have taken care of both of them, Jenny thought – the way their cocks are flopping soft. She wished now that Lynn was here to take care of Seth.
"Fine job," Harlan said. "You two young 'uns have yourselves a good time?"
Both boys grinned and stroked their cocks as if they had pet snakes dangling from their loins.
"She's hot, Pa," Delbert said. "You wouldn't believe what I did to her. I shoved my prick up…"
"Later," the old man said. "Plenty of time later to shoot the shit about how we enjoyed ourselves. Right now there's work to be done. Tyler, boy, you help out Seth with the wild one, and Delbert, I got a job for you." He pulled the young boy to him and whispered in his ear.
Delbert grinned and trotted off.
"All right, you guys," Harlan said. "Haul that bitch over to smooch old Homer."
Jenny kicked and fought with all she had, but Seth and Tyler had hands like vises and arms like cobras. Her toes dragged in the dirt as they hauled her head-first toward the grunting hog. The pig's huge flat snout grew larger and larger as it drew near to her face, and Jenny closed her eyes. All she heard was the buzzing of flies, the grunting and panting of the hog, the laughter of her tormentors. Then she felt the hog's steamy breath on her face, and she screamed.
"Kiss that hog," Harlan ordered. "Do it the easy way – or we're gonna pen you up with him. No telling what Homer might do locked up in the same pen as you."
Jenny found herself on all fours in front of the pig. She puckered her lips. She'd heard about hogs, and she had no intention of getting penned up alone with one – especially with one the size of Homer. He'd sit on her and then he'd eat her. Pigs relished the taste of meat – that she knew.
"Let her go, boys," Harlan said. "Stand away and let the pretty girl kiss that pig. Look at her shake. She's all excited over old Homer."
The hands released her. Holding her breath, she pressed her lips toward the snout of the pig. The slimy wetness, the heat of the pig's snout, made her nearly vomit – but she kissed it, smooched it with a loud smack that would satisfy the old man. Homer snorted and licked her face. Jenny fell back, screaming.