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Barnyard Orgy
Frank Brown

This story is a complete work of fiction.

Chapter 1

Harlan swilled down the last of his beer, then crumpled the aluminum can like
a wad of newspaper. A few drops of the piss-colored liquid splashed onto the floor and
Harlan wiped them up with the holey gray sock on his foot while he tossed the crushed
Coors can into the trash container across the room. "Don't mean to dirty up your home
none, Cal." "Aw, shit," Cal said, showing front teeth that looked moth-eaten, "my place is
your place any time you're in town. How many times I have to tell that? Now, put up your
feet and have another beer. You and the young 'uns spend the night. A lot of good
drinking bars in this town - and a couple of 'em even got strippers." "Don't say?" Harlan
said, returning the wink Cal had given him. "Don't say?" He popped the tab off another
can of Coors. "Well, Cal, you're forgetting what it's like being a farmer. A man can't be
sitting around all day and night swigging beer when a man's got farm to run." He raised
his eyebrows intentionally, smiling to himself when he saw Cal wince, "No sir, not when a
man's got a working farm to run. Strippers, eh?" Cal's face brightened as Harlan brought
the topic back to strippers. "Take off every stitch, Harlan. You never seen nothing like it.
Professional gals from the big city. Tits like you ain't never seen. Cunts like slabs of hairy
raw liver - smoking hot cunts. Shit, you can shine a flashlight up inside 'em and they
don't give a fuck." "Don't say?" Harlan had only seen strippers at the traveling carnival in
the summer, but none of them had ever spread their legs for the crowd. "Sure thing. One
of them babies even shoves a lit cigarette between her bristly lips and puffs on it. Ever
hear of such a thing, Harlan?" "Heard of it, but ain't never seen it." He scratched an itch
on the sole of his right foot with the big toe of his left. The toe was naked, sticking out of
one of the holes in his sock. He took a long swig of beer, letting the cold bitter liquid slide
down his throat. A few drops rolled down his beard and flicked off onto his bare chest. It
was a hot day, and the beer felt good, like cool rain, and it tasted even better. "Well, you
gotta see it, Harlan. I'll take you over to the Dingle Dangle Bar tonight. Say, maybe we can
even get Seth inside. Give the boy a thrill. Shit, he can pass for old enough if we pull a cap
down over his eyes. Besides, you being his pa and all, they'd probably let him in anyway."
"The boy's getting his thrill this afternoon. Besides, like I told you, Cal, I got me a farm to
run." "Shit, one night away from the place ain't gonna hurt none. You'd think them hogs of
yours was milk cows the way you carry on about 'em. You likely fed 'em enough slop
before you left to keep em eating high off the hog for a week." He chuckled. "High off the
hog, Harlan. High off the hog." Harlan smiled, chugging down the rest of his beer. "You
always had a sharp wit about you, Cal. Never could deny that. Well, let me put it this way
- I ain't saying yes, and I ain't saying no. We'll wait awhile and see." He crushed his
empty beer can and flung it across the room. The crumpled aluminum wad careened off
the wall and dropped into the trash bucket. "Nice shot," Cal said, tossing Harlan another
sweaty can of Coors from the ice-chest on the floor between them. "Maybe tonight you
can get a shot at one of them open strippers. Some of them broads look like they been
fucked by a donkey." "Maybe they have," Harlan said, and Cal guffawed. "Maybe they
have." And Cal hugged his paunch. Cal always was one to appreciate a good joke. Maybe
that's why Cal had such a sharp wit. The door flew open from one of the back rooms and
Seth stomped in and pulled up a chair next to Harlan. As he settled himself, he clunked
the heels of his overgrown bare feet on the sill of the window before which they were all
seated. Harlan slapped his son's bare chest with the back of his hand. "Get your
shit-black feet off Carl's window! He'll think you was raised in a barn." "Hey, wait a
minute there, Harlan," Cal said. "Ain't nothing wrong with the boy resting his feet up
there just because he ain't wearing socks like you. Shit, what's a window sill for but to
cool off the tired old dogs?" "See," Seth said, nodding to Cal appreciatively. "I ain't
hurting nothing, Pa." He nabbed Harlan's can of Coors. Harlan let the boy get a good swig
of beer, then yanked the can out of his hands. "Don't be a pig, boy. Mind your manners."
Cal laughed. "Let the boy drink up, Harlan. Here's another can for you." He tossed Harlan
another can, but before Harlan could get it Seth snatched it out of the air from right in
front of Harlan's nose. Seth's arm was as fast as a whip. He'd make one hell of a boxer,
Harlan had thought many times. Harlan watched the boy rip the tab off the can and start
chugging down the beer. "Slow down, boy. I ain't gonna have you crawling around
drunk." He grabbed Seth's arm. Sudsy beer spilled down Seth's neck and over his chest.
"Now you made me spill it," Seth said. "Shit!" He wiped the beer off his bare belly. Some of
it had run down under his jeans, making it look like he'd creamed in his pants. "Don't go
shitting me, boy," Harlan said. "Unless you want a good whipping. I can still take you, boy.
Remember that." "Sure, Pa," Seth said, wiping his wet hand on the leg of his Jeans. His
wheat-colored hair fell in his eyes, making him look like a forlorn sheep dog. "What're
you so dang ornery about anyway?" Harlan could always tell when something was
wrong in his son's head. The boy had the same shut-mouthed orneriness as his ma had
had. "I ain't ornery," Seth said guzzling down more beer. He stared straight out the
window as if he were reading a sign out on the street. "You're chewin' your dang beer
like it was rawhide, boy. Don't try telling me you ain't ornery." Cal laughed. "Leave the
boy alone, Harlan. I think maybe Ruby in there' been giving the boy a hard time. She can
get a might ornery herself. Just give me a few minutes with her, Seth. I'll knock some
sense into her silly head." He started to climb out of his chair. Harlan reached over and
held him back. "Whoa there, Cal. Seth ain't stated his grievances yet. Now you just rest
easy." Cal sank back into his chair, looking relieved that he didn't have to get up. Harlan
smiled to himself. Ever since Cal had moved to the city he'd been getting lazier and
lazier, and his paunch had been getting bigger and bigger - not that Cal wasn't a lazy
bastard even when he'd still been a farmer. "Rest easy Cal," Harlan said. "These young
'uns can care of theirselves. Ain't that right, Seth?" "Sure, Pa." A vein on the boy's temple
throbbed. He guzzled down the last of his beer, then swore under his breath. "Goddamn
it, Seth," Harlan said. "Now you open up or I'm gonna lay you out flat. Why are you so
goddamn ornery?" Seth crushed his beer can with a clap of his two large hands, "Ask
Delbert," he said. "Don't ask me. Ask him." "What do you mean, ask Delbert? I'm warning
you, boy. Out with it." "Delbert's hogging her, Pa. I ain't had a crack at her yet. He's up on
her ass like a billy goat, and he ain't getting off." Cal guffawed, nearly falling out his chair.
"Shove it in her mouth, boy. She's got more holes than one. Shiit!" "I tried," Seth said.
"She's got her jaw set like a mule. One at a time, she says. One at a time, or she ain't
doing no more fucking today. Christ, it ain't fair Delbert's been up on her for more than an
hour. Oh, jeez!" He rubbed the leg of his jeans. His hard cock throbbed inside his pants
like a living salami. Cal's face screwed up with seriousness. He chugged down the rest of
his beer. "Damn little bitch," he said. "What kind of shit's she trying to pull? Goddamn it,
ever since I brung her to the city she's been getting more and more high and mighty."
Now it was Harlan's turn to laugh. "That happens, Cal. All these uppity city women around
for her to see and take after. What can you expect, Cal?" Cal didn't smile. Sweat dripped
from his nose and rolled down over his beer belly as he struggled up out of his chair. Like
a prize hog, Harlan thought. "Ruby!" Cal bellowed. "Get your ass in here. Now!" "I'm busy,
Pa!" came Ruby's far off voice from one of the rear bedrooms of the house. "You oughta
know that, Pa." "Now!" Cal bellowed, and his voice shook the wood-frame house. "Now!"
Seth's mouth hung open while he watched Cal, and Harlan nudged the boy, whispering,
"Old Cal ain't exerted himself this much since he left the farm." Seth smiled. The door to
the back hallway opened slowly, and Ruby poked her head into the livingroom. Her black
hair was tangled, as if she'd just awakened from a night's sleep. "Yeah, Pa?" "Yeah, Pa
nothing!" Cal yelled. "Get your uppity ass in here!" Ruby stepped into the livingroom,
wrapped in a white sheet. Half her hair fell over the front of one shoulder, hanging two
feet down the front of the sheet like black Spanish moss. Her bare feet showed from
under the sheet, the toes still wide spread and strong, evidence that she'd been raised
as a barefooted country girl. She smiled shyly, and her eyes shifted uneasily. "Drop that
sheet," Cal said. "You think none of us ever seen you naked?" Ruby let the sheet slide off
her shoulders and heap on the floor around her feet like snow. The teenaged girl was a
ripe beauty. Purple nipples capped her fully developed tits. Her cunt hair was as
shimmering-black as her head, the kinky triangle of fur seeming to pulsate. Her inner
thighs were shiny with juice - pussy juice and likely with Delbert's cum. Harlan hadn't
expected to get a piece of her ass until later in the afternoon, until after his two sons had
had all the fucks their horny young pricks could stand, but now, sitting here looking at
the hottest farm female to ever come out of the county, Harlan found himself hornier
than he'd been in months. His cock swelled up in half a second, and he gripped his prick
the same way Seth was gripping his own cock. "Now what's this," Cal asked, "about you
smart-mouthing Seth?" "I just asked him to wait for Delbert to finish himself off, Pa. I just
wanted both of them to get their money's worth." Cal spat. "How do you expect Seth here
to get his money's worth with you clamming up your mouth like a mule? I don't care if
Seth here wants to piss in your mouth. You open up for him - hear?" "You don't
understand, Pa." "Shut your mouth, girl! Don't try any of your smart city- girl talk on me.
Now get down and show me your ass." Ruby groaned, but dropped to her knees
immediately. She swiveled, leaned forward onto her elbows, and pushed her beautiful
round ass high into the air. Cal took two steps toward her, yanked off his belt, and let her
have it. Crack! The leather belt fell across Ruby's young ass. The teenage girl whimpered,
and her ass shivered, the pink pucker between her asscheeks appearing to dilate. Crack!
The belt fell again. Crack! Crack! Crack! Ruby screamed and toppled over onto the heaped
white sheet, rolling her naked young body into a ball. Cal raised his belt again, but before
he could lay it on his daughter's naked body, Seth intervened, diving from where he sat
in his chair and landing on the girl like a cat pouncing on a bird. The boy covered her,
clawing at her tits, ramming his long middle finger up her cunt, chewing at her shoulder.
Cal lowered his belt. "Hey, boy, I ain't done whipping her muley ass." He was panting from
the exertion of the five lashes he'd given her, and sweat rolled off his forehead and
dripped off his nose. Harlan couldn't help but to laugh. "Set yourself down, Cal. Let the boy
take care of her. He'll give her more than a whipping to think about." Cal gave Harlan a
grim look, then smiled. "You make a lot of sense, Harlan." He reseated himself with a look
of satisfaction. The old boar's thanking the Almighty, Harlan thought, thanking the
Almighty for sending Seth to take over. It's too hot a day for tanning hide, he's thinking.
Ruby squirmed on the floor, trying to escape Seth's biting and clawing and
finger-jamming. Besides that, she was likely still smarting from her father's leather belt.
She uncoiled suddenly and struck at Seth's face with her fingernails. Seth jerked away as
if he'd been struck at by a rattlesnake. "Goddamn you, bitch!" Cal shouted, and he started
to struggle out of his chair. Harlan reached over and held him down. "Leave her be, Cal.
Let the boy take care of her. He's gotta learn how to tame a wild filly sometime." Cal
settled back. "All right," he said, "but I don't like the uppity way she's behaving. She's
been tame enough for five years now - best goddamn whore a man could ask for. Now
why's she getting so goddamn uppity all of a sudden?" He shook his head. "Ain't nothing
wrong with a little spunk in a female," Harlan said, and he rubbed his aching cock again.
He liked women with fight. He'd sired six sons on a muley wife - rest her soul. But that
was ancient history. He hadn't wrestled a female in years. He hoped Ruby would still
have some fight in her after Seth got through with her. Seth kneeled up and struggled
out of his pants. Ruby lay before him on the floor, glaring at him like a mad black cat. Ruby
had yellowish-green eyes and, together with her black hair, they made her look mean.
The boy had a tight ass and muscular legs, which were both very white in contrast to his
sun-tanned torso. Harlan smiled to himself as Seth sat back to drag the jeans off over his
big feet. The boy was wiry and mean. This was going to be a good cat fight. "Shit, Harlan,"
Cal said, "the boy takes after his pa, don't he? Biggest goddamned dick I ever seen."
Harlan laughed. "Bigger than mine, Cal. Hey, Seth, turn yourself more around so Cal here
can get a look at your crowbar." "Aw, Pa," Seth said, but he spun around on his skinny
ass, which made a rubbery squeaking sound against the wood of the floor. His enormous
cock throbbed, standing vertical against his brown belly. The purple cockhead, half
poking out of its foreskin, tapped his belly well up above the navel. His bloated brown
balls rolled restlessly against the floor wood. Cal whistled. "Goddamn! You ever
measured the dang thing, boy?" Seth's face turned almost as purple as his prickhead.
"Well, speak up, Seth," Harlan urged. "Ten and a half inches," Seth said, "measured on
top." "I believe it," Cal said. "Shit!" "That's a half inch longer than my own," Harlan said.
"But you ain't seen nothing yet. Delbert! Delbert! Where in the hell are you? What in the
hell you doing back there? Hiding?" "Right here, Pa." Delbert stepped through the same
door Ruby had. He looked like a miniature version of Seth - wiry, brown, with a mop of
shaggy wheat-colored hair. He held a pillow in front of his loins to hide his total
nakedness. Harlan laughed, and Cal guffawed. "Drop that fool pillow," Harlan said. "Dang
you, boy - you run around the farm without your pants on half the time, and here you
come trying to hide your prick with a pillow." Delbert dropped the pillow, and his
teen-aged cock sprung into view, quivering like an arrow that had just hit its mark in a
tree trunk. Unlike his brother's cock, Delbert's cock was circumcised, the balloonlike
head completely uncovered. "I don't believe it," Cal said. "It ain't real." Harlan laughed.
"It's real enough - all eleven solid inches of it. And don't ask me how that skinny,
pint-sized colt got himself a cock like that, because I couldn't tell you." "Likely comes
from pulling on it a hell of a lot," Cal said, and both men laughed, while Delbert giggled
shyly. Meanwhile, Seth had sprung onto Ruby again, and the two of them writhed on the
floor like mating cats. Seth had turned Ruby onto her belly. All but strangling her with his
muscular left arm, he was now trying to shove his ten- and-a-half-inch cock up her cunt
from behind. His skinny loins bucked between her legs as he tried to jam his cock up her
pussy. "You've gotta find the hole first, boy," Harlan said, laughing. "Don't just jab all over
hell." "I know how to find it, Pa," Delbert said. "Want me to help him, Pa?" Harlan chuckled
and thought, an hour ago the boy was a virgin, and now he's an expert. "Just leave your
brother be. He's been fucking a number of years now. He'll find it himself." At that
moment, Seth's cockhead lodged between Ruby's hairy cunt-slabs. The horny youth
strained forward, and every hard inch of his long cock rammed up the girl's cunt. Seth
grunted, all the muscles of his long body standing out. Ruby screamed, tensing under the
boy, then going limp under him as he began to fuck. "Jesus Christ!" Harlan said. As he
watched his son's huge cock fuck in and out of the girl's slippery cunt, his own prick felt
like it was going to split open. He hadn't fucked in a long time, and he hadn't seen any
fucking going on in a long time. Suddenly now, all his need gathered together and raced
through his forty-eight-year-old stud cock, the cock that had fathered a half- dozen
sons. He pulled open his pants and hauled his ten-inch cock out, quickly working the
thick foreskin back and forth over the balloon-tight prickhead. Precum bubbled out of his
cock, making the foreskin slippery. Shivers of lust shot through his loins. Seth clung to
Ruby's neck. He had both arms wrapped around her neck, and he was forcing her to arch
up backwards like a cobra while he fucked his monstrous cock in and out of her cunt.
Ruby's overgrown tits stood up and quivered as her ribcage heaved and she grunted and
whimpered. Delbert dropped down in front of her like a puppy and nipped at her tits. The
lusty teenager got himself a mouthful of tit and bit down hard. Ruby squealed, cursing.
"Give it to her!" Cal yelled, rocking back and forth in his chair like a grandfather watching
his grandchildren playing out in the yard. He had a satisfied grin on his face. Without
taking his eyes off the fuck scene, he reached for a beer, popped the top, and gurgled
down a healthy swig. Harlan eased off his pants and shirt, then pulled off his boxer
shorts. He ran his hand over his hairy chest and belly, feeling naked and horny. He
cupped his cum-filled balls, continuing to work the sensitive foreskin up and down over
his prickhead. Seth bounced his skinny ass up and down, fucking his big cock in and out
of the girl as if he were drilling a well. His bloated balls flopped back and forth between
his spread legs. He grunted like a young billy goat as he fucked, digging his grubby toes
into the floor and fucking the girl viciously. "How you feeling, boy?" Cal bellowed,
chugging down his beer and giggling. "Feeling good!" Seth grunted. "She tight, boy?"
"Real tight," Seth said. "Christ!" Cal grunted with satisfaction and opened himself
another beer. He appeared to be having as good a time as Seth. Lazy bastard, Harlan
thought. He'd never seen a man like Cal - lazy as shit. Fathers one daughter - probably
had the old lady do all the work even to do that - then sets that one daughter to work for
him when she's but a kid, puts her to work as a fuck machine. Christ, and there he sits
drinking while his daughter's getting fucked right before his eyes. Harlan shook his head.
Cal was hard to believe. And if Harlan and his sons hadn't appreciated Ruby's services so
much, why he would have told Cal off right to his face what he thought of him. Lazy
bastard! Ruby screamed, clawing wildly at Delbert who was chomping on her tits like a
starving wolf. Delbert let go and rolled backward, kicking his long legs high. As he
rubbed the scratches on his ass with one hand, he jerked on his cock feverishly with the
other. Harlan saw the opportunity to take his youngest son's place now, and he shot
across the room, plopping his bare ass down on the wood floor in front of Ruby's angry
face and grabbing her ears. As Ruby opened her mouth in a howl, Harlan yanked her
head down over his lap, ramming his aching cock down her soft throat. Her throat felt so
good wrapped around his cock that he almost shot off instantly. "Choke her, Harlan!" Cal
yelled drunkenly. "Learn the bitch a lesson." You're the one needs a lesson, Harlan
thought, and the thought cooled the tension in his loins. The cum settled back down, and
Harlan took a deep breath, feeling relieved. He wanted to fuck this pretty young throat
awhile before blowing his load. Ruby became more cooperative. As Harlan jerked her
head up and down on his cock, she began to use her tongue on the underside of his prick.
The foreskin slipped off and over his cockhead quickly, and Ruby's warm tongue circled
his naked prickhead each time the skin slipped off. Ruby always had been a good cock-
sucker. Even when the little bitch was a kid, she knew how to lick a prickhead clean,
knew how to use her pretty tongue on all the most sensitive parts of a guy's cock - under
the foreskin, around the head, along the magic pleasure strand under the backside of
the cockhead. "Suck it, pretty baby," Harlan said, working his ass in circles so as to screw
his cock in pleasurable twists all around in her mouth and down her warm throat. Seth
had released Ruby's neck when Harlan took charge of her head, and now the horny youth
braced his hands on the floor for added fucking leverage. He arched up now in a partial
pushup position while he rammed his cock deep into her pussy with bone- vibrating
thrusts. Harlan could feel the fuck vibrations in Ruby's skull each time his wild son fucked
into her. Seth's eyes rolled, and he foamed at the mouth. His long body began to shudder,
his muscles quivering. "I'm gonna come!" Seth grunted. And then he let out a pained
groan, arching his neck and howling at the ceiling like a dog at the moon. Cal applauded.
"Give it to her, boy! Plug her with those cottony wads of yours!" He chuckled to himself,
popping open another can of beer. Seth fell on the girl, shooting his cum inside her,
gnawing at her neck while his ass bucked up and down. Seth groaned with such pained
ecstasy that Harlan could almost feel the boy's pleasure in his own cock. And the boy
was getting to Ruby, too. Harlan could tell. The girl's tongue quivered, her eyes wobbled,
and a low whining sound came from deep in her throat. Before Seth had shot the last of
his cum into the raven-haired girl, she was coming along with him. That was all Harlan
needed to set off his own loins. "Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "Oh, shit! Suck that dick, baby.
Catch the jizz when it comes. Awww! Uhhhh!" Ropes of hot jism uncoiled in his nuts and
shot through the core of his cock. He wound his hands in Ruby's hair, jamming her head
down until her teeth sawed at his groin-bone and his pulsating prickhead lodged
halfway down her throat. As he shot, he imagined his cum shooting straight down the
girl's throat and into her belly. The feelings shaking his cock made him bellow with
pleasure, made his vision blurry, made him want to laugh like a crazy man. "Drown her,
Harlan!" Cal shouted, stomping his feet and giggling. "She needs a lesson!" Harlan was
still pumping cum down the girl's throat when Seth popped his cock out of her cunt and
rolled back on the floor, panting. His cock jerked against his belly with post-orgasmic
twitches. His prick still maintained its full ten-and-a-half inches, and it gleamed like a
cob of corn that had just been dipped in butter. Cal stumbled out of his chair and stood
over Seth. Then, leaning forward as if to inspect the enormous prick that had reamed out
his daughter, he suddenly dumped half a can of beer on the boy's cock and balls. Seth
jumped, and Cal held his gut with laughter. "That oughta cool off the old dong," Cal
slurred. "You don't want it to burn up, do you, boy? Nothing like some ice-cold Coors to
soothe a hot prick. Shit, boy, you need it after being inside a blast furnace like that girl's
cunt." As he talked, he leaned over Ruby and dumped the rest of the beer down her
asscrack and over her spread crotch. The beer looked like a foamy, sun-filled stream as
it bubbled down the girl's pink asscrack. Ruby moaned, swallowing down the last of
Harlan's cum, and shivering as the cold beer ran down her ass. Harlan yanked the girl's
hair and her head jerked off his cock. He let go of her hair and her head thumped the
floor like a dropped bowling ball. Ruby lay there muttering to herself as if she were as
drunk as her dad. Fucked silly and knocked dizzy, Harlan thought as he slid back away
from the girl and relaxed on the floor. "Oh, wow!" Delbert said, crawling on his hands and
knees past Ruby and up between her legs. The young boy scrambled like an excited
puppy, his eleven-inch cock pointing straight along his belly as if it were glued to his
brown belly-skin. The moment he got between Ruby's legs, he dove at her crotch as if
diving into a well. His nut-brown face disappeared between her legs, and he began
slurping and sucking her crotch as if her pussy were a chilled watermelon. Sweat clung
to the boy's body like a misty dew. "Look at that young 'un eat pussy," Cal said. "Takes
after his old man. Shit, Harlan, you used to eat pussy like that when you was a boy.
Remember that, Harlan?" Harlan could vaguely remember. "Guess so, Cal. Been a long
time." "Ain't it, though?" Cal said. Delbert licked Ruby's asscrack from one end to the
other, cleaning off the beer and ass-sweat. Seeming to become self- conscious for a few
moments, he raised his head and smiled at Harlan. Black cunt-hairs were caught
between his teeth, and his chin dripped with beer and cunt-juice. Harlan chuckled. "Go to
it, young 'un." And the boy plunged his face back into the seething wetness of Ruby's
teenage cunt. Ruby began twisting her head from side to side and wiggling her ass in
sensuous circles. Boy must have his tongue six inches up her cunt, Harlan thought. Jesus,
what a mean little cunt- sucker I'm raising! Delbert twisted his head like a dog fighting
for a bone. He growled in cracked, boyish tones. His entire face was plastered to Ruby's
crotch, and the muscles of his neck were working fiercely. As he gnawed and sucked the
girl's crotch, he pumped his enormous prick, able to wrap only half his brown hand
around his overgrown cock. His hand massaged the head of his cock and the sensitive
skin immediately below the head. Precum oozed out, and the boy's hand slipped easily
over the blushing meat of his prick. Ruby arched her back, turning her ass up high to give
the boy more of her cunt and ass to eat. "Eat me, angel," she muttered. "Oh, my little
darting!" Delbert groaned, tearing into her. His young balls slapped back and forth as he
pumped his cock. She likes the way Delbert eats her cunt, Harlan thought. That's why
she's partial to the boy. That's why she let Delbert ride her ass for an hour while poor old
Seth was getting blue balls. She's getting to be a might touchy for a whore. Old Cal better
start taking a whip to her more often. Ruby began jerking like a fish out of water, giggling
and cooing. "Eeeeh! Delbert! Eeeeeh, I'm coming, angel!" And she was coming for sure,
Harlan knew. She wasn't faking it like some of these whores he'd seen. She was coming
hard, and she was loving it. Delbert squeaked, whimpering while his skinny body
shivered. Thick ropes of white cum shot out of his cock, splashing against his neck and
chest, hanging from his skin like whipped-cream gobs for a few moments before
splatting onto the floor like heavy raindrops. The boy pumped out half a dozen rounds of
cum, then rolled away from the girl, panting like an exhausted bird dog. Cal was there
immediately to dump beer on the boy's chest and dong. "Wash yourself, boy," Cal said.
"Can't have the stuff drying on your skin. Turns stiff as concrete." As Delbert giggled and
began cleaning the cum off his chest and belly, Ruby scrambled on top of him and began
licking him like a mother cat licking her kitten. Her pink tongue cleaned off the cum and
beer and sweat. She licked the boy until his brown frontal torso shined like polished
bronze. Delbert twisted, giggling, claiming she was tickling him. Seth and Cal watched
with their mouths hanging open. And Harlan smiled to himself and shook his head. Lucky
boy, Harlan thought. Goddamn lucky boy to have Ruby Adams take a shine to you.
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