Barnyard OrgyChapter 9
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The pickup truck bounced up and down even on the highway. How different from the smooth ride of the Corvette. Lynn continued to giggle a lot. She felt full of bubbles. She was sleepy, and she dozed on and off, usually waking to the flash of headlights from an oncoming car.
With nightfall, the temperature had dropped enough to make the ride in the pickup chilling with the windows open. The old man had asked her several times whether she was cold, but each time she just giggled and answered no, for some reason enjoying the goosebumps on her arms and legs while the alcoholic blood gushed through her arteries like hot rum.
At last, without a word, the old man cranked shut his own window, then reached across her and cranked shut hers. The truck kept bouncing along as he performed this maneuver, and Lynn was amazed that they didn't run off the highway. She half-wished they would, however; she'd never been involved in a decent traffic accident. She thought it might be thrilling.
"Can I have some more wine, Mr. Harlan?" she asked. The wine had become like medicine. The old man allowed her a swig from the jug every fifteen minutes or so, and immediately after drinking it, she would doze off, blissfully content.
The old man pulled the jug from under his knees, the wine sloshing as the truck jiggled. "Here you go, pretty gal. Go easy on it, though. There ain't all that much left."
Lynn cradled the glass jug, licking her lips as she watched the wine get foamy from the sloshing. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim greenish light from the dashboard the wine looked like some elixir used in secret rites. She unscrewed the cap and tilted the jug, pouring the sweet dizzying drink down her throat. She would have swilled down the rest of the jug had Harlan not pulled the jug away from her.
"Easy there, sweetheart. That's enough until we get where were going. I can't be carrying you, and you'll have to be awake to get us the goods."
Lynn smacked and licked her lips. The wine tasted better with every new swig. She felt very groggy.
"Where is it we're going again?" she asked. She kept forgetting.
"We're going to collect your stash of pictures and tape recordings - the ones you and Jenny have been hiding all these years."
"The ones of all the men?" Lynn asked. She had to keep asking that. Somehow something didn't seem right, but she couldn't figure out exactly what.
"Them are the ones," the old man said. "We gotta get 'em quick. Jenny's back at the farm waiting for us to bring 'em back. She wants every last one of 'em now, so you gotta make sure we don't leave none behind. We wouldn't want to be upsetting Jenny by missing none, would we?" Lynn giggled. No, they couldn't upset Jenny. Jenny had a mean temper. Somewhere in her mind was a vision of Jenny looking flushed and angry. Jenny's face appeared to be peeking at Lynn from between Lynn's legs. Vaguely Lynn could remember something having happened between herself and Jenny.
Lynn felt herself beginning to doze. She had to piss badly, but she hated climbing out of the pickup to squat at the side of the dark country road. There were probably snakes out there waiting to bite her. The last time they'd stopped she had surely felt a snake trying to wind its way up her leg. The stupid snake was trying to crawl into her cunt. She was sure of that. Maybe it had. She couldn't remember. She vaguely remembered, though, the old man jerking against her ass while she bent over. Maybe he'd seen the snake slide into her and was trying to scare it back out by jolting her ass. It was all mixed up, and she was so tired. She leaned over to pillow her head in the old man's lap. As she dozed off, she felt his cock jumping against her cheek. The truck bounced.
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