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.
"One fuck for the road," he said, watching their asses begin to quiver. "Which hole you want me to stuff with my hog, Lynn?"
"Asshole," Lynn said, giggling as if embarrassed.
He rammed a finger up her asshole. She squealed. Never have any trouble with Lynn, he thought. She's raring to go.
"And what about you, Jenny? Which hole would you be preferring?"
For several moments Jenny didn't answer. Then, just as Harlan's patience was about to run out, she began to chuckle.
"Well?" Harlan asked. "Which will it be?"
"Both, if you're up to it," she said, and she arched her back and turned her ass up high, giving Harlan a perfect view of her spread cunt and asscheeks. Cunt and ass-pucker both glistened pink.
Harlan himself chuckled, dipping his finger into Jenny's asshole and his thumb into her cunt. Both her asshole and cunt were hot inside, and juice ran out of her cunt and dripped off the base of his thumb. Jenny began to churn her ass.
"Jesus Christ!" Harlan said, and he about shot off into the air. He had his fingers inside two fuck-crazy teenagers at the same time, both of them wanting to be fucked. What had he ever done to deserve this? Maybe he was finally getting what he deserved after all these lost years of going without. One thing he was fairly certain of now was that he wasn't going to have much of a problem with Jenny disobeying. She was as hot as Lynn. The young 'uns must have fed her some kind of magic drug last night to tame her down. It couldn't be just fear of disgrace over those pictures that had tamed her.
"Me first," Lynn said, wiggling her ass.
"No, me first," Jenny said, gazing at Harlan over her left shoulder. She licked her lips and winked.
Harlan saw his chance to seal the pact between himself and the dizzy little blonde. "You had enough of my old hog last night to keep you happy for a year, Lynn," he said, yanking his finger out the brunette's asshole and giving her a playful swat. "Give your pretty girlfriend first crack at me."
"Oh, all right," Lynn said, beginning to straighten up.
Harlan slapped her ass. "Stay down, girl. I'll get to you directly."
Winking at Jenny, he yanked his dripping digits out of Jenny's fuck holes. Wrapping his hands around her beautiful hips to steady her, he positioned his uncut cockhead between her cunt-lips. Jenny groaned, her cunt-lips parting as Harlan shoved. His ten-inch cock fucked straight up her cunt. As he watched his prick disappear inside her, Harlan felt the foreskin slip off the head of his cock and stretch out along his prickshaft. The sensation almost brought him off. Jenny was hot as a furnace inside.
"Feels great, you old boar," Jenny said, rotating her ass so his cock would screw inside her. She laughed like a slut, jamming her cunt back and forth on his cock, fucking his cock faster than he could fuck in and out of her himself.
Harlan felt tension building in his loins. A few more fucking motions and he'd be over the brink – he would lose his load up her cunt before he got the chance to fuck her asshole. Just as he felt the cum beginning to uncoil in his balls, he zipped his cock out of the little bitch.
Jenny groaned. "What in the hell? I was just starting to warm up. Come on, shove it back in."
Harlan watched his cock twitch, dangerously close to creaming on her ass. The moment his prick calmed down, he drove his cockhead against her ass-pucker. Lubricated with Jenny's cunt-juices, the horny tusk of cock-flesh slipped into her asshole, his bloated prickhead stretching her so wide open that her ass looked like it might split.
Jenny whimpered. "Ohhh, it hurts!"
"You wanted it," Harlan grunted. "Now you're getting it." Thrusting with all his strength, he rammed the full length of his cock up her asshole. She was so tight that Harlan thought his cock had been skinned. Hot prickling pokers shot up the core of his cock. Tingles swirled through his loins. He felt the jism uncoil in his aching balls.
Jenny screamed, then began to whine. Her asshole began to contract like an opening-and-closing hand. Hot fuck juice gushed out of her cunt, bathing Harlan's balls. Jenny trembled. Harlan struggled to keep her on her feet, at the same time trying to keep himself on his own feet as his orgasm gnawed through his flexing, spurting cock. The two of them groaned their pleasure together. Harlan couldn't believe the bitch was coming already. He'd never brought off any female so fast. One thrust of his cock – and up her asshole yet! Shit!
The subsiding sensations of orgasm were still making his cock twitch when he pulled his prick out of Jenny's ass. Jenny sat down on the porch, her tongue hanging out, her eyes glazed. Harlan had no time to appreciate the sight, though, because now Lynn was demanding to be fucked, holding her asscheeks apart with her pretty hands and gibbering madly.
Harlan grabbed her ass. A few drops of cum were still oozing out of his cock as he sank his prick into her. Her asshole felt like a writhing mass of hot raw liver around his cock. He began to fuck.