She leaned forward and ran her hands through Jenny's hair, feeling Jenny's warm scalp under her palms. She gripped Jenny's head and worked it in circles, guiding Jenny's flicking tongue over every inch of her crotch. Her cunt writhed inside with the feeling. She threw her legs around Jenny's head and tried to force Jenny's entire face up her gaping cunt. Jenny choked, suffocating between Lynn's legs. Lynn released her and Jenny sucked in air.
The onlooking males let out a chorus of exclamations. Jenny's face was scoured red as a beet, her nose dripping pussy juice. Lynn loved her. She threw herself forward and kissed Jenny all over the face, savoring the taste of her own pussy juice. A new impulse hit her. She wanted now to suck Jenny's cunt, to suck Jenny's cunt while Jenny continued to lick and suck her own. She threw herself in the dirt and wrapped her arms around Jenny's loins, turning Jenny on her side and thrusting her head between Jenny's legs. They were sixty-nining now, sixty-nining on their sides, and Jenny's cunt was oozing more pussy juice than Lynn could believe.
"Mmm!" Lynn moaned. "Mmmm! Mmmm!"
It tasted good. It felt good. This was almost like sucking herself off. Lynn had sixty-nined many times with boys before, but never with another girl. This was so much easier than sucking cock. Just lick and suck and nibble, with lots of slurping. No throatful of hot cockmeat to choke on. No aching deep in her throat as a big cock stretched her tender tissues.
Jenny's head was firmly clamped between Lynn's thighs. Jenny's tongue was buried deep in Lynn's pussy, twisting and thrusting, rubbing Lynn's sensitive cunt tissues until she wanted to scream. Lynn thrust her own tongue up Jenny's crotch. Jenny was like a seething cauldron inside, and Jenny was full of jism, the most potent jism Lynn had ever tasted – and Lynn had tasted the jism of hundreds of males. What's more, jism was leaking out of Jenny's asshole. The realization that Jenny, like herself, had today been fucked up the ass, made Lynn groan with excitement and happiness.
Up the ass feels good, doesn't it, honey? Lynn thought. It feels almost better up the ass than it does up the cunt. We've both been ass-fucked now, honey. We're like twin sisters.
Jenny groaned, as if in response to Lynn's thoughts. She munched wildly now at Lynn's crotch, and Lynn returned the favor, sucking and chewing Jenny's pussyslabs like a ravenous wolf. Hot feelings were building in her loins, and she could sense the same incredible tension mounting in Jenny's loins. They'd both be coming any moment. Lynn crushed Jenny in her arms and legs, humping furiously while she sucked. Within seconds, her orgasm struck.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Lynn grunted. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" She felt the world spinning end over end. Her loins cramped with spasms. She was aware of her toes crossing and clenching. Then Jenny's cunt was throbbing around her lips like the hot walls of a living heart. Electrical tingles passed from Jenny's spasming cunt into Lynn's lips. Their crotches throbbed in unison. Lynn humped and writhed, swallowing the pussy juice that ran from Jenny's cunt.
Awhile later – it seemed like minutes – Lynn uncurled, falling away from Jenny and relaxing breathless in the dirt while a dry breeze fluttered over her body. Before she could catch her breath, Harlan had picked her up and was carrying her away under his muscular arm.
Lynn giggled.
CHAPTER TEN
The pickup truck bounced up and down even on the highway. How different from the smooth ride of the Corvette. Lynn continued to giggle a lot. She felt full of bubbles. She was sleepy, and she dozed on and off, usually waking to the flash of headlights from an oncoming car.
With nightfall, the temperature had dropped enough to make the ride in the pickup chilling with the windows open. The old man had asked her several times whether she was cold, but each time she just giggled and answered no, for some reason enjoying the goosebumps on her arms and legs while the alcoholic blood gushed through her arteries like hot rum.
At last, without a word, the old man cranked shut his own window, then reached across her and cranked shut hers. The truck kept bouncing along as he performed this maneuver, and Lynn was amazed that they didn't run off the highway. She half-wished they would, however; she'd never been involved in a decent traffic accident. She thought it might be thrilling.
"Can I have some more wine, Mr. Harlan?" she asked. The wine had become like medicine. The old man allowed her a swig from the jug every fifteen minutes or so, and immediately after drinking it, she would doze off, blissfully content.
The old man pulled the jug from under his knees, the wine sloshing as the truck jiggled. "Here you go, pretty gal. Go easy on it, though. There ain't all that much left."
Lynn cradled the glass jug, licking her lips as she watched the wine get foamy from the sloshing. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim greenish light from the dashboard the wine looked like some elixir used in secret rites. She unscrewed the cap and tilted the jug, pouring the sweet dizzying drink down her throat. She would have swilled down the rest of the jug had Harlan not pulled the jug away from her.
"Easy there, sweetheart. That's enough until we get where were going. I can't be carrying you, and you'll have to be awake to get us the goods."
Lynn smacked and licked her lips. The wine tasted better with every new swig. She felt very groggy.
"Where is it we're going again?" she asked. She kept forgetting.
"We're going to collect your stash of pictures and tape recordings – the ones you and Jenny have been hiding all these years."
"The ones of all the men?" Lynn asked. She had to keep asking that. Somehow something didn't seem right, but she couldn't figure out exactly what.
"Them are the ones," the old man said. "We gotta get 'em quick. Jenny's back at the farm waiting for us to bring 'em back. She wants every last one of 'em now, so you gotta make sure we don't leave none behind. We wouldn't want to be upsetting Jenny by missing none, would we?" Lynn giggled. No, they couldn't upset Jenny. Jenny had a mean temper. Somewhere in her mind was a vision of Jenny looking flushed and angry. Jenny's face appeared to be peeking at Lynn from between Lynn's legs. Vaguely Lynn could remember something having happened between herself and Jenny.
Lynn felt herself beginning to doze. She had to piss badly, but she hated climbing out of the pickup to squat at the side of the dark country road. There were probably snakes out there waiting to bite her. The last time they'd stopped she had surely felt a snake trying to wind its way up her leg. The stupid snake was trying to crawl into her cunt. She was sure of that. Maybe it had. She couldn't remember. She vaguely remembered, though, the old man jerking against her ass while she bent over. Maybe he'd seen the snake slide into her and was trying to scare it back out by jolting her ass. It was all mixed up, and she was so tired. She leaned over to pillow her head in the old man's lap. As she dozed off, she felt his cock jumping against her cheek. The truck bounced.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Watching the rat scurry from one sleeping boy to the other, Jenny held her breath. The large grayish-brown rat, with a pink tail at least a foot long, seemed provoked that anyone should dare to invade the hayloft at night, and he fearlessly sniffed each boy in turn as if to determine whether the boy was edible. In the light of three kerosene lanterns – two hung from pegs on posts and one perched atop a stack of hay bales – the rat's eyes glowed a devilish, pulsating pink as he turned them upon Jenny.
"Stay away," Jenny said threateningly. "Stay away from me."
Bound as she was – her arms stretched overhead by the ropes fastened to her wrists, her ass nestled in the straw, her legs bound wide apart by the ropes attached to her ankles – Jenny had no other weapon of defense but her voice.