At that moment, Delbert's tongue touched a magic nerve inside her cunt. At that moment, Delbert's sharp front teeth sliced exquisitely into her clit. A rush of tingles jolted her loins. Her body jerked as if electrically shocked. Her toes curled against the balls of her feet. She groaned with pleasure. It felt marvelous.
Delbert sucked out her cunt as if his mouth were the hose end of a vacuum cleaner. He smacked his lips and slurped, sending floods of tingles through her cunt-slabs. Meanwhile, fists of intense orgasmic sensation pounded the depths of her pussy. She could feel her clit twitching up Delbert's nostril. She strained to close her legs – coming while wide open like this was unbearable – but the most she could do to help her orgasm along was to bounce her ass and to drive her cunt into Delbert's face.
Before the last spasms had squeezed through her cunt, Delbert jerked away, shot to his feet, and pumped his arm-long cock frenziedly. Within seconds, his rich white cum exploded from the gaping piss-slit of his cock, hot ropes of jism lashing her face and sticking to her skin. The young boy grunted, dancing on his toes.
Jenny felt her eyes cross as she focused on the piss-slit of Delbert's cock. The spurts of cum seemed to leap out at her in slow motion, splashing her in the eye. She held her mouth wide, trying to catch the flying cum. A spurt entered her mouth and dashed against the back of her throat. Another spurt exploded against her upper lip, and a misty cum-spray made her blink. She had to laugh. Her face was dripping with warm cum. Delbert jerked forward and rammed his cock down her throat.
She swallowed every inch of his prick, feeling his throbbing balls against her chin, feeling his wiry blond pubic hair up her nostrils. Deep in her throat the boy's cockhead pulsed like a heart. The huge cock swelled and contracted. Cum shot down her throat like a volcanic lava. The boy's hard belly churned at her cum-slick face. He groaned, his pubescent voice cracking.
When it was all over, the boys cut her loose at last. She cleaned the cum off her face, eating every drop. She fell upon Delbert in the straw and licked his belly clean. She licked his cock, licked the sweat off his balls, sucked on his boyish ass. Delbert sighed, already dozing off.
Seth lay watching her, one eye open. She rolled over onto him and began to lick and suck his uncut cock. Today she'd learned that uncut cock was a special treat. Seth spread his legs, allowing her to get at every part of his masculine anatomy. His balls were bloating up again with cum. Jenny was hungry. She needed it. She began to suck.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Harlan leaned back in his chair, tilting it on two legs until it rested against the house. He rested his feet on the porch railing. Ah, this was the life – taking it easy while the young 'uns took care of the chores, a cool beer in one hand, a hot cock in the other, an earth-scented breeze and a few puffy clouds in the sun-rich sky, and, best of all, two naked little fillies bound to the posts that supported the porch roof. One blonde, one brunette. Otherwise they were like twins, each guarding one post, each leaning back against a post, arms tied behind their backs, bodies secured to the post. He could leave them there forever. So pretty to took at. Cut one loose whenever he needed a fuck, then re-tie her until he was horny again. If they gave him any smart city back-talk, he had plenty of leather straps around to shut them up.
He sipped his beer, studying the girls. He was aware of his hand slipping the foreskin up and down over the swollen head of his cock. He spread his legs, airing his balls. Goddamn, it felt good to sit there without a stitch on, pumping his cock while eyeing these sexy teenaged females.
"OK," the blonde said at last, "you win." She didn't took at Harlan. Instead, she was wincing at the photographs pinned up all over the siding of the house.
"I know I win, little lady," Harlan said. "I just wanted to be sure you know it. One sassy-assed move and the whole fucking city's gonna think you like nothing better than fucking dogs and sucking boars. And how about that one of you smooching old Homer's piggy snout?"
Lynn chuckled.
"Shut up, bitch." Jenny snarled. "This is all your fault."
"Hey there, little girl," Harlan said. "I said if I hear about one sassy-assed move on your part, the whole town will see them pictures. And that includes being mean to your little girlfriend there. She's been right helpful right along. Besides, how can you mean-mouth little Lynn when you like to eat her pretty pussy so dang much. Whee! Look at them pictures of the two of you sucking pussy like you won't never get enough of it."
Lynn chuckled again. "It wasn't so bad, was it, Jenny? I rather liked it. I think maybe you did too."
Jenny scowled. "How can you even remember what happened? You were dead drunk. Why did you have to go getting yourself drunk?"
"That's right," Harlan said. "She was under the powerful influence. So you can't rightly blame her for what she done. I could just as well have got you smashed. Then you would've took me to the treasure. All them pictures and tape recordings. Whee! Me and the young 'uns are gonna have us a party with them."
"He got them all?" Jenny asked, looking sickly at Lynn.
"I think so," Lynn said. "Sorry, Jenny, but I didn't know what I'd done until I woke up this morning and he informed me. That wine was as strong as brandy."
Jenny shook her head. "We're finished. We'll be dead broke in two weeks. Those men will probably tar-and-feather us."
Harlan finished his beer and crushed the can.
"Now don't be so sorrowful," he said. "Maybe you two can make things up to the men somehow. I believe they'd welcome your paying them back in some other way than money. I believe they'd take a notion to getting some good hot fucking from your pretty teenaged asses. They're probably still beating off thinking about their fucking you when you was both kids. From the looks on their faces in the pictures, they all looked powerful content screwing into your little-kid cunts."
Harlan continued to talk, laying out for them what he expected of them. They were to apologize to the men they'd blackmailed, offering their bodies as restitution. They were to stay shut-mouthed about the happenings here at the farm, and they were to come back every third weekend for a visit. Harlan knew he must keep the young 'uns happy. They'd stay on the farm longer that way. If the girls failed his expectations in any way, Harlan had his own blackmail in the form of the pictures – not only the pictures of Jenny with Homer and Red and of Jenny with Lynn, but all the girls' own pictures and the tapes as well. The girls' stash of photographs and tapes included hundreds that incriminated the very police and lawyers and judges who had been the girls' protectors. Should the law come snooping around the farm, he could always use these incriminating materials as blackmail against them. Or he could use them as evidence that the girls had all along conspired to eventually blackmail even these executors of the law. He didn't think he'd have any trouble with the two girls, however – they seemed too clever to make further trouble for themselves. And, besides, he was certain that Lynn had enjoyed this entire experience, if not Jenny as well. Jenny did a lot of cussing, but underneath her facade of resistance, Harlan was sure he could detect acceptance and lust. Right now was a good time to check out his suspicions – now, before he turned the girls loose to continue on their journey up to the party at Carver Lake.
"I'm cutting you loose now," he said, getting up.
The girls trembled as he sawed through the ropes with a hunting knife. When they were free and still rubbing their wrists he bent them both over.