Frank Brown: Barnyard orgy

The crowd inside the bar was going insane. The entire bar appeared to throb to the rhythm of the blinking red Dingle Dangle Bar sign perched above the front door.

"Christ," Seth said, "what's happening now?"

"She's probably shoving her arm up her cunt."

"Oh, Christ," Seth said. "I'd give anything to see her again. Shit, I ain't never been this horny."

Tyler stood up. Smiling down at Seth, he offered Seth his hand. "Well, you gonna lay there all night bellyaching about how horny you are, or you gonna come with me and get another look at Candy's bare ass?"

Seth grabbed Tyler's sweaty hand and pulled himself up. "How we gonna get back inside?" Seth asked.

"We ain't," Tyler said.

The two boys crouched in the rear of a shiny Lincoln that sat in back of the bar in a dirt alley. Seth's heart hammered, and the thumping seemed almost deafening. His prick was so hard that he thought he was going to shoot off any second. Sweat ran down his naked torso in streams, and the entire car seemed to be filled with the scent of his own sweat and of Tyler's.

"She'll smell us," Seth said.

Tyler chuckled. "She'll be so sweated up herself that she won't notice the smell of us. Besides, she'll have enough pussy juice gushing down her legs to smell out a whole locker room full of sweaty jock-straps. Let's get our pants off now."

"You sure that's smart? What if she brings somebody along? We'll have to light out of here like jackrabbits then."

"She won't bring anybody along," Tyler said, struggling out of his jeans. As he got his pants off his loins, his hard cock whacked up against his lean belly like a clapping hand. "She'll be in too much of a hurry. She'll be running for her life, with some of those drunken bastards hot on her heels. The second she steps through those curtains she'll be running for her car here, and then she'll peel out and head for wherever she goes to get dressed. Don't make a sound until she stops the car."

Seth hauled off his own jeans, hoping they wouldn't rip from the strain. They were tight and so thin as to be nearly transparent – and they were the only clothing he had now. He'd lost his T-shirt somewhere inside the bar.

"If I don't come just knowing Candy's in the front seat naked, I'll be all right," Seth said. His voice shook as if he were facing a firing squad, and he giggled to relieve the tension.

"Me too," Tyler said, peering over the seat. He squeezed the base of his cock. His knuckles were white, and his cock looked like a balloon on the verge of exploding.

"Where do you think she'll drive to?" Seth asked, pulling his jeans off over his feet.

"Don't know," Tyler said. "I ain't never followed her. Just hide in the bushes back here and watch her come out, and I always shoot off before she even gets her ass inside the car. Christ!" He was looking at Seth's prick. "Where'd you ever get a cock like that?"

"From my pa," Seth said. "All my brothers got ten inches or better." He smiled proudly.

"Holy hell!" Tyler said, shaking his head. "If I wasn't seeing it now, I wouldn't believe it." He started to laugh when the back door of the bar burst open. "Down!"

Seth hit the floor after glimpsing Candy's nude body come flying out of the bar. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

Just as Tyler had predicted, Seth could smell Candy Lee stronger than he could smell his and Tyler's combined sweat. The aroma of Candy Lee filled the big Lincoln as Candy squealed away from the Dingle Dangle Bar and roared down dark streets. Candy Lee smelled like cunt – pure cunt. Seth felt himself getting drunk on her scent, and his ramrod-stiff cock bubbled precum like a drinking fountain bubbling water. The fuck juice rolled down his vertical cock like warm tears.

Seth held his breath and braced himself. Candy squealed around corners, maneuvering her big car along a maze of side streets, and the two boys would have bounced around the back seat like billiard balls had they not braced themselves well. Seth could barely make out Tyler's face, but he thought he could see Tyler grinning, and Tyler's confident grin calmed him down a bit. In the front seat, Candy Lee chuckled to herself. Within minutes after the wild ride began, it ended. Candy Lee stopped the car, switched off the ignition, and opened her door. At that moment, Tyler sprang up and wrapped his arms around her neck.

"Scream and I'll strangle you," he growled.

Seth sprang up then and dove over the seat, landing on a pile of Candy's clothing. The smell of Candy was overpowering. He could feel the heat of her body. He plunged his face between her legs, banging his head on the steering wheel in the process, and began to lick her sopping crotch as if he were starving to death. He was drunk on Candy, insane with lust. He forgot everything but the humid darkness between Candy's legs. He licked furiously, his head whirling inside, until he became aware of Tyler's voice. Tyler sounded far away.

"Hey, buddy, take it easy. Come on. Take your time. Help me get her out of the car. Hey! Hey!" Tyler's hand was on his shoulder, shaking him. Then Tyler's hand was wrapped in his hair. Tyler yanked.

Seth jerked up with a groan. He looked up to see Candy's head and Tyler's, side by side. Tyler's left arm was still wrapped around her neck. Alongside of Tyler's flushed face, Candy's face looked powder white, and her eyes and mouth gaped open as if frozen. Candy's huge tits quivered inches from Seth's nose, and Seth sucked up her nipple, getting a squirt of warm milk down his throat.

"Hey! Come on!" Tyler said. "Help me get her out of the car!"

As Tyler slid out the back door, Seth sat next to Candy and held her chin in his hands. She was shaking, her breath coming in quick pants. That powerful, seductive, bitch-look she'd had up on stage was gone from her face. Now she looked weak and vulnerable, like a frightened young girl. Seth smirked, feeling a strange sense of power over the young woman. He was glad now that he and Tyler had been thrown out of the bar, glad that Candy had called them snotty-nosed babies and had them thrown out on their asses. The pleasure now of working Candy over would be that much greater. He covered Candy's mouth with his own and rammed his tongue down her throat, letting his spit drool into her mouth.

"Relax, baby," he said, biting her chin. "You and me and my buddy are gonna have some fun." Before Candy could answer, Tyler dragged her out of the car by her hair. She whimpered, crashing into the dirt of the alley in which the car was parked.

"So, this is where Candy Lee comes to put her clothes back on after the show," Tyler said. "Nice and private."

Seth crawled out of the car and looked around. The car was parked in an alleyway behind a factory or warehouse of some kind. The only light came from the moon and stars, a bluish-silver light. This kind of light had always made him horny, had always made him long to fuck, and now, for once, he was going to be able to satisfy his moonstruck lust. He plopped his large dirty foot on Candy's warm ass – she was rolled up into a ball now, like Ruby had been this afternoon after Cal's whipping – and then he slid his big toe down her asscrack and between her legs. Her cunt-lips were slippery and wet around his big toe, and the feel of them made him groan.

"Her crotch is riper than the ass of a sow in heat," Seth said.

Tyler was stroking Candy's hair with his own toes. Seth pulled his toe out of Candy's cunt and held it near her face.

"Suck my toe, bitch!" Seth ordered. "Suck your slimy cunt-juice off my big toe."

Candy whimpered, hiding her face.

"Now, damn it!" Seth growled. He'd never talked like that to any girl, but now he was filled with a sense of power and meanness such as he had never before felt, and as he ordered Candy to suck his toe, wonderfully hot thrills shot through his cock.