The door to the smokehouse stood open, allowing Lynn to look out directly upon the woods. She watched the dry breeze as it twisted and swooped through the summer leaves, making them quiver and turn and flutter, allowing Lynn to see them from every angle under the softening wash of the late-afternoon sun. The breeze seemed actually visible to her now, visible as a flow of heat waves scurrying this way and that among the leaves. The smokehouse was suffocatingly hot, but Lynn felt fairly comfortable, being stark naked, bathed in sweat, and having plenty to drink. Tyler and Delbert, after fucking her mouth and asshole, had wrapped a chain around her waist and padlocked her to the iron stove in the center of the hut-like smokehouse. As she sat on the bare ground of the smokehouse floor, she leaned back against the cool iron of the stove, watching the breeze in the leaves, daydreaming, and drinking the wine and water the two boys had left her. Oh, such wine!
Lynn had never tasted wine like this. It had to be homemade. A deep rose color. A little bubbly. And tasty. Lynn smacked her lips after each sip. And potent. The first sip had made her giggle. The alcohol had shot directly to her brain. And now she'd been sitting here for what seemed like hours, sipping and giggling and sipping more. The boys had left her a half gallon of the stuff in a glass jug, and she'd sipped down more than a quart. The wine made her terribly thirsty, and she sipped water along with the wine. She'd drunk nearly a half gallon of that, and her bladder was screaming for relief. She continually crossed and re-crossed her naked legs, trying to avoid pissing in the dirt under her ass.
Despite the ballooning of her bladder, Lynn felt good. She couldn't remember ever having sat alone like this just relaxing and daydreaming. It seemed that she'd spent every waking moment of her life in the company of Jenny. Jenny was a good old girl. Life was never boring with Jenny around. And the two of them were both rich and popular. That was Jenny's doing too. The scheme of blackmailing all those men had been Jenny's idea from the start. Lynn had just played along. Yes, Jenny had given Lynn a good life. Still it was good to sit like this by herself and to daydream and relax. And it felt good even to be chained up. She'd never felt quite so sexy – naked and chained, her ass still throbbing with the feel of the enormous cock that had fucked her.
Lynn glugged down some more wine, sucking it directly from the wide mouth of the jug. The rosy liquid dribbled out of her mouth as she drank, dripping from her chin to her tits. She giggled as she carefully placed the jug back on the earthen floor. Her tits and belly were all sticky now with dried and drying wine. Some of the wine had even run down into her cunt-bush. She was beginning to smell like a wine bottle, but she didn't care. She imagined herself a whore-slave, a tramp. How disgusting she must look! She giggled. If the rich boys could only see Miss Lynn Smith now, she thought. Would they kiss her ass now, or would they piss on her? Who cares? She might enjoy that for once – getting pissed on.
"Lynn, you're the whore of the earth," she said out loud, listening to the words stumble out of her mouth. She wasn't quite sure, but she seemed to be moving and speaking in slow motion. Forming the words with her lips and tongue was something like a game now. "Lynn, you're quite drunk," she said, vaguely aware that there was something wrong with the way she'd pronounced the word drunk. Somewhere in the distance Jenny was screaming. And all those guys were shouting and laughing. The sounds seemed to come from very far off, carried on the dry wind. She could hear the hissing rustle of the woods more loudly. Jenny screamed again, and that big red dog was yapping. Something was happening, but Lynn had long ago given up trying to imagine what. She'd been listening to the intermittent screams and shouts and barks for what seemed like hours now. Those sounds had become natural to her ears, blending in perfectly with the rustling of the woods, with the chirping of birds, with the glugging sound of the wine in the bottle as she drank.
She studied her body. A drop of wine hung from one of her purplish nipples. She carefully lifted her tit, leaned her head forward, and licked the luscious droplet off her nipple. Her loins flooded with tingles. She giggled.
This all felt good. The temperature was just right – dry and toasty. The sweat covering her body made her feel slippery and sexy. She rubbed her legs together, they shimmied against each other as if oiled. Her crotch throbbed, the piss-ache and the fuck-feelings all blending into one. The heavy chain around her middle – part silvery, part greasy and black – cut gently into her belly-flesh like a tight belt. Even the feel of the chain was sexy. She'd had dreams about being chained up like this, she'd had dreams about being sexually abused, but she'd never imagined that they would one day come true. Now it was happening – and it was really quite exciting, even more exciting than her dreams had been. And the wine was good, too. The wine was very good. She picked up the jug and poured some more down her throat.
She might have dozed after that. She had no way of knowing. But suddenly she was no longer alone. The glare of the sun, and silhouettes danced before the doorway of the shed. She smiled at the figures, having the strange sensation that she was suddenly being visited by pagan Gods from the nearby woods.
The figures entered the shed and began to unchain her, their hot, coarse hands falling everywhere on her naked body. She giggled, letting them paw her. She even spread her legs, wishing one of them would shove his hand up her cunt.
"Come on, dizzy cunt," one of them said. "Time to get some sun."
"Let me fuck her first," the other one said.
"Nothing doing," said the first one, chuckling. "Your pa wants her outside now. Plenty of time for fucking later. He says we can have the other one all to ourselves all night."
"Shit!" the second said. And four hands gripped her by the arms and shoulders and dragged her, toes dragging, out into the white-hot glare of the sun.
Lynn giggled all the way. She even giggled when they dropped her onto the hot, dusty clay of the barnyard. There she sat, blinded by the sunshine and by the wine-blur. She was aware of another naked body on the ground next to her, pressing up against her side. A hand fell on her tit, the fingernails clawing.
"Lynn," the body next to her whispered. "Lynn."
Giggling, Lynn forced the hand away. "Jenny, don't pinch my boob!"
A huge foot fell on Lynn's thigh. She looked up, recognizing the hazy face of the old hillbilly farmer. Through the blur, he looked even more comical than she had remembered him. His gray hair and shaggy beard appeared to flare out in all directions, his head like that of a lion.
"You look happy," the old man said. "Been having a good time?"
Lynn giggled. "Wheeee!" she squealed, feeling crazy.
The old man chuckled. "That's what I like to see – a pretty gal like you feeling good, having a good time. I bet you're just aching to get your pussy licked."
Lynn giggled. "Lick my pussy, Daddy."
"I'll lick it!" Delbert cried.
Trough her woozy haze Lynn could see the young boy dancing before her with his tongue hanging out, with that arm-long prick of his up and wagging like an excited dog's tail.
The old man grabbed the boy's arm before he could pounce on her. "Damn it, boy, hold off. You'll get to do all the cunt-licking you want tonight. Right now we've gotta give these pretty gals the chance to do some cunt-licking of their own."
Delbert and the other two boys cried out and whooped and the old man gave Jenny a kick in the ass, sending her sprawling on top of Lynn, cursing. Lynn was tickled, suddenly finding Jenny squirming on top of her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around her friend, wrestling her and giggling. Lynn couldn't resist kissing Jenny all over the face and humping her horny cunt at Jenny's belly. Lynn had been aching to make out with Jenny for years, but Jenny had never allowed it, always playing the bitchy resistant role.
"Let go of me, you bitch!" Jenny growled. "What in the hell are you doing? You're drunk out of your mind. Get the fuck away from me!"
Jenny clawed and punched Lynn until Lynn finally gave up, letting Jenny roll away from her. Despite the new scratches pulsating in her neck and shoulders, Lynn rolled on the ground, laughing giddily, the exciting feel of Jenny's naked flesh still pasted to her own.
"Now that ain't nice," the old man said. "That ain't nice at all. Little Lynn is all hot and wants to fuck, and little Jenny throws her off. That ain't nice, Jenny."
"That ain't nice," Lynn said, lying in the dust, panting.
Her arms and legs were thrown wide, and the sunshine and wind licked up and down her body, under her arms and between her legs like a huge hot tongue.
"Lick my cunt!" she cried to nobody in particular.
She'd never in her life felt so uninhibited, so dirty. She'd imagined acting the role of the complete slut, but only in her most secret daydreams. Now she was acting it out in real life. Her cunt throbbed.
"Suck my cunt!" she yelled.
"You heard her, bitch," the old man growled at Jenny. "Suck your pretty girlfriend's cunt." He dropped to one knee and rammed two or three fingers up Jenny's ass. Then, appearing to pick Jenny up on those fingers, he flung her forward until she plopped between Lynn's spread legs in a cloud of dust.
Jenny resembled a mad cat. Lynn had never seen such a look of anger and disgust in her friend's eyes. The effect though upon Lynn was only further giddiness. Jenny looked absurdly funny. Lynn grabbed her cunt-lips and yanked her pussy wide open, then drove her spread crotch at Jenny's face.
"Suck my pussy!" Lynn squealed. "Oooh, Jenny, suck my pussy! I love you, darling. Taste me. Eat me out." The words flew out of her mouth. Lynn humped, sliding her open cunt-furrow up and down Jenny's shocked face.
Lynn gushed. Jenny's face looked as if she had been slapped with a sopping towel – flushed and dripping. Jenny's reluctant tongue finally came out and began to slither up and down the throbbing edges of Lynn's pussy-lips. The feeling was marvelous. Lynn squealed and groaned.
"If that ain't the damnedest thing I ever seen," the old man said. "You young 'uns watch this close now. You might learn something. Tyler, get up close and get us some nice shots."
Lynn was aware of the spectators milling around herself and Jenny. She could hear their panting, their whistling, their muttering. She could hear clicking noises periodically. But she was too interested in watching Jenny suck out her cunt to focus her eyes on anything but Jenny's bobbing head. She could hardly believe that that beautiful blond head was actually between her own legs. When she and Jenny had been small girls Lynn had licked Jenny's hot crotch to orgasm a half-dozen times, but Jenny had always refused to return the favor. Now, after all these years, Jenny was finally sucking Lynn's pussy. Lynn had never witnessed a sight more satisfying.
"Taste good?" Lynn asked. "I bet you love it. I bet you've been wanting to do this for years, but you've just been too chicken."
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.