Chapter 3
 
 
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.
 
Candy turned her face up, showing tears in her eyes. Her ruby lips  
separated, and Seth rammed his tingling toe into her mouth. As the  
woman sucked, Seth's entire leg was shot through with warm sensations.
 
"Mm, she's a good toe-sucking bitch," Seth said, clawing at her lips  
with his other toes. "You like sucking toes, baby? You like sucking 'em  
as much as you do getting your own sucked? You like the taste of your  
stinking pussy?"
 
Candy sucked, looking up at Seth with wide, frightened eyes. As she  
sucked, Tyler rammed some of his own toes up Candy's cunt, then  
presented them to her to suck.
 
"Here's a few more, juice-pussy," Tyler said, and when Seth yanked his  
foot away from the girl's face, Tyler shoved his cunt-juiced toes into  
her mouth. Candy sucked frantically.
 
Seth dropped down and spread Candy's legs out in the dirt. Her smooth  
skin was still slippery with the sweat of her dancing in the hellishly  
hot bar. Seth couldn't resist licking her legs, tasting the salty-sweet  
female sweat. As he licked up close to her crotch, the intoxicating  
scent of her cunt drew his lips and tongue toward her pussy like a  
magnet. All at once he was biting into her hairy cunt-slabs as if he  
were gnawing into a rare juicy steak. Cunt-juice squeezed out and  
dripped from his chin. He mashed his face to the girl's hot crotch and  
sucked. Delicious fuck juice drooled over his tongue and slid down his  
throat, juice that tasted better than apple cider. He gnawed and sucked  
and licked, and Candy gasped and groaned. Her ass screwed in circles,  
and her loins humped.
 
"Oh, yes," she muttered. "Oh, please, yes."
 
Tyler straddled the girl's neck and sank down over her, leaning toward  
her face. Suddenly her muttering turned to choking.
 
"Suck my prick, you bitch!" Tyler said. "Suck it till the jizz shoots."  
And Tyler began to hump, his skinny asscheeks flexing while he fucked  
his hard cock in and out of Candy's throat.
 
Seth slid up Candy's body until the head of his cock lodged between her  
cunt-lips. He felt a heart-beat in her sizzling cunt-slabs, and the  
juicy slabs seemed to suck at his cock, seemed to want to draw his cock  
between them and deep into Candy's pussy. Seth eased his prick into the  
young woman. Her cunt swallowed up all ten-and-a-half inches of his  
cock, nearly sucking in his balls besides. She felt like a bubbling  
cauldron inside. Seth moaned, fucking his cock in and out. His cock  
made loud squashing sounds in her pussy as the countless hot folds of  
her cunt walls gripped and sucked.
 
"Oh, Jesus!" Seth gasped. "This is like fucking into a volcano. Oh,  
man!"
 
Her cunt walls were so hot and vibrating that Seth knew he would be  
able to come if he just let his cock throb inside her, unmoving,  
unscrewing. But the screwing felt so good that he couldn't help  
himself. He crushed down on the girl, letting his loins hump  
spontaneously. He hugged one of her huge tits and began to suck it.  
Milk squirted down his throat in hot streams. Candy's nipple throbbed  
like a small cock. Her cunt contracted to the rhythm of his sucking.  
Seth could hardly stand the raw feelings shooting through his cock. He  
clung to Candy, sucking and fucking, wincing with the intensity of the  
fuck feelings, and savoring the taste of her warm milk running down his  
throat.
 
Tyler was fucking like a jackrabbit now, pressing forward onto Candy's  
face and fucking his cock in and out of her throat as if he were  
fucking the rawhide-tough pussy of a whore. Candy gagged and choked and  
gurgled while small squeaking, whimpering sounds came from deep in her  
cock-stuffed throat. From his position over Candy's tit, Seth could see  
Tyler's hairy teenage balls flapping back and forth between his legs,  
and at times could see Tyler's spit-oiled cock, glinting with  
moonlight, fucking in and out between Candy's lips. The sight of Candy  
getting mouth-fucked was all Seth needed to push him over the brink.  
Hot feelings swirled through Seth's loins and shot through the heart of  
his prick. He gnawed at Candy's tit as jism uncoiled in his balls and  
spurted into Candy's cunt. Warm milk shot down his throat, and hot  
cream squirted up Candy's cunt.
 
"Oh, Jesus!" Seth grunted frantically, Candy's milk running from the  
corners of his mouth and dripping from his chin. "Oh, I can't stand it!  
Ahh! Uh! Christ!"
 
The orgasmic feelings were next to unbearable. All the fuck tension  
stored up while Seth had watched Candy dance, while he had hid in the  
back of her car waiting to fuck her - all that fuck tension surged  
through his loins now, set free at last, and tears of painful pleasure  
rolled down Seth's cheeks.
 
All at once, Tyler whined, snapping his head back and baying at the  
moon like Seth's old bloodhound. "Aieehh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" he  
announced.
 
As his cum gushed down Candy's throat, Candy jerked and choked. Her  
cunt nearly popped the head off Seth's spasming cock, and Seth realized  
that the sexy stripper herself was coming.
 
"She's coming!" he gasped to Tyler. "Jesus, her cunt - oh, Christ, you  
oughta feel it."
 
"You oughta feel her throat," Tyler moaned. "Oh, man, ahhhh!" His ass  
shuddered, and Seth thought he could see Tyler's balls pulsating as  
Tyler shot more jism down Candy's throat.
 
The realization that Tyler was shooting, that Candy was spasming, made  
Seth's loins explode with a series of ejaculations that nearly knocked  
him out. Both he and Tyler groaned with abandon, blasting the pinned  
young woman with their hot teenage jism. Even after they were both done  
shooting, after Candy was done spasming, they lay in a fleshy heap for  
several minutes, catching their breaths and reveling in the post-
orgasmic twitchings of their cocks. Finally, Seth dragged his half-hard  
cock out of Candy's cunt and stood up. Tyler pulled his cock out of her  
throat and struggled to his feet. Candy lay in the moonlight like a  
slain sacrificial virgin. Jism leaked from one corner of her mouth. Her  
legs lay spread, droplets of fuck juice glinting in her wiry bush.
 
"I'm weak," Seth said. "I feel like a tornado funnel was sucking on my  
dong."
 
"Me too," Tyler said. "She's a real bitch, ain't she?"
 
Candy opened her eyes. "Can I go now?" she asked. "You guys got what  
you wanted. Can I go now?"
 
"You got what you wanted, too," Tyler said. "Don't deny it. You up  
there on that stage - you're just asking for it - wiggling your bare  
ass and driving the guys crazy."
 
"I've got a date," Candy said. "They're gonna come looking for me if I  
don't get there quick." She sat up.
 
Tyler looked at Seth. "You had enough?"
 
"For now," Seth said. He felt drowsy, satisfied.
 
Candy smiled, standing up. She bent to dust the dirt off her legs.  
Seth's jism ran down her inner thighs.
 
"Just stay like that, baby," Tyler said. "I'll clean you off."
 
Candy waited, her ass sticking up in the air.
 
With a wink at Seth, Tyler aimed his floppy cock at Candy's ass and  
began to piss. The silver piss-stream splatted against Candy's flesh,  
and Candy gasped, whirling around like an angry she-cat.
 
"God damn you!" she shouted.
 
And Tyler squirted her in the navel. His piss ran down her belly in  
streams and dripped from her hairy pussy.
 
Candy lunged at Tyler, but the muscular youth side-stepped and tripped  
her. Candy hit the dirt again, and Tyler fell on her, straddling her  
head. Pinning her head to the dirt by yanking down her hair, Tyler  
began to piss again, squirting the struggling young woman all over her  
face.
 
"Open your smart-assed mouth," Tyler ordered. "Goddamn it open up!"
 
With a cry, Candy opened her mouth, and Tyler dropped his streaming  
cock into her mouth. Candy gagged, her face screwed up into a wince of  
nausea.
 
"Snotty-nosed babies, eh?" Tyler sneered. "Snotty-nosed babies. Drink  
my piss, you bitch slut!"
 
Seth couldn't believe what he was seeing, but the more he saw, the more  
he liked it. As he looked down into Candy's pained face, watching her  
swallow Tyler's piss, he began to piss himself, began to piss on  
Candy's forehead. And as soon as Tyler finished his pissing, sighing  
with satisfaction, Seth took Tyler's place, straddling Candy's face  
stuffing her mouth with his salami-sized, half-hard cock. The sensation  
of pissing down a girl's throat was strange and new, but Seth liked it,  
liked it a lot.
 
 
 
Chapter 4
 
 
Harlan swallowed down his cupful of black coffee in two gulps. The  
bitter stuff pinched at his throat, and he coughed, thinking that Cal  
brewed coffee stronger than the moonshine Cal had once been famous for.  
He banged down his coffee mug and tried to clear the rancid stuff from  
his throat.
 
"More coffee?" Cal asked, banging down his own cup after swallowing his  
coffee as if it were spring water. He poured himself another cup, but  
Harlan signaled that he didn't want any more. "You sure?"
 
"Sure as I'll ever be about anything," Harlan said, still trying to  
clear his throat.
 
"Down the wrong pipe?" Cal asked.
 
Harlan just shook his head. He had too much of a hangover to inform Cal  
that his coffee tasted like swamp water boiled in a hog trough.
 
"What time you got?" Harlan asked.
 
"Pret' near eleven," Cal said, shoving his gold-chained pocket watch  
back into his overalls.
 
Harlan shook his head. "Dang young 'uns have never sacked out this late  
before, leastways not since they was babies. One night in the city and  
they're as lazy as city folks."
 
Cal smiled, finishing off his second cup of coffee and pouring himself  
another. "Now, Harlan, don't be so hard on the young 'uns. They had  
themselves quite a day yesterday. Give 'em a rest once in awhile. Maybe  
Seth and Delbert will stay around the farm longer than the rest of your  
pack."
 
"Or leave earlier," Harlan said, "once they get a snort of city ways  
and city women."
 
"I still say, give 'em a good day of fucking and drinking every now and  
then, and they'll stay satisfied longer. Trouble is, Harlan, I think  
you drove your first four boys too hard - never give 'em no rest, no  
days of drinking and women. That's what drove 'em off, Harlan. Kids  
nowadays, they see the city women on TV, and they ain't satisfied with  
fucking she-goats and sows the way we was when we was young 'uns. Kids  
nowadays know all about them big tits in the city, and they's gonna get  
a taste of 'em one way or another. Bring 'em in, Harlan - bring 'em in  
to town every few weeks and let 'em fuck their balls off. Ten to one  
you'll still have 'em helping you out on the farm for a long time to  
come."
 
Harlan left the kitchen table and drew some water from the tap. The  
city water tasted foul, but compared to Cal's coffee it tasted like  
lemonade.
 
"You make some sense, Cal," Harlan said, washing the turpentine taste  
out of his throat. "Shit, after yesterday and last night, neither one  
of em's likely to need cunt for some time."
 
Cal chuckled. "You got a really billy goat in Delbert, Harlan. The boy  
about wore the hair off Ruby's crotch. That girl ain't been fucked so  
long and so wild since the first time I hired her out to you for your  
first four boys. Delbert's got more spunk in him than three or four  
regular boys put together."
 
"He was still riding her when we come home last night," Harlan said.
 
"Don't say?" Cal said. "Shit, I don't recollect getting home last  
night. Had a few too many beers I reckon."
 
And a few too many whiskeys, Harlan thought. "Yup, he was still humming  
his eleven-incher in her when we come home. Your poor girl was laying  
there like she was dead-asleep, I suppose - and my boy was whimpering  
like a pup and pumping her full. 'Course by that time I expect he  
wasn't shooting nothing out of him but hot air."
 
Cal slapped the table and guffawed. "Hot air - that's a good way to say  
it - hot air."
 
The kitchen door opened, and Seth staggered in rubbing his blue eyes.  
His wheat-shock of hair looked like a cyclone had hit it. He was naked  
except for his tissue-thin blue jeans, which looked as if they'd split  
off his ass at any moment.
 
"Well, it's about time, boy," Harlan said. "The morning's about passed.  
You and me and that randy brother of yours have to be leaving soon."
 
Seth collapsed into a chair and leaned on the table. Cal shoved a mug  
of coffee in front of the boy, and Seth swallowed some. The boy banged  
down his mug and started choking.
 
"I swear, can't none of you Tibbits hold your coffee?" Cal said. He  
poured himself another cup and poured it down his throat as if to test  
it. "One of my better brews."
 
"What time you get home, boy?" Harlan asked.
 
"Don't know," Seth said. "Late. Met this guy named Tyler in the bar. We  
went catting around town till near sunup."
 
"Same boy got throwed out of the bar with you?" Cal asked, chuckling.
 
"Same one," Seth said. "They hadn't no right to throw us out."
 
"You was both underage," Harlan said. "I was afraid it might happen. I  
warned you about getting too much in the light. And then you about  
jumped up on the stage and stuck the bitch. Leastways you got a taste  
of her."
 
"You missed her sticking her hand up her cunt," Cal said. "Too bad  
about that, Seth. Boy, you shoulda seen her. Christ!" Cal's grin told  
Harlan that Cal was enjoying tantalizing the boy.
 
Seth, though, instead of pouting, grinned back at Cal with one of the  
biggest grins Harlan had ever seen. "I seen a lot more than that," he  
said, and he started running off at the mouth about how he and this  
Tyler had hid in Candy's car, had sprung at her in a dark alley, and  
then had gang-banged her until her eyes spun in her head.
 
Cal listened to the boy with his mouth hanging open, and when Seth had  
finished his story, he said, "Nice story, boy. Real nice story. I  
couldn't of thunk up a better one myself."
 
"It's true!" Seth said. "Every word of it."
 
Cal smirked. "You're one goddamned good liar, Seth."
 
"Never knew the boy to lie," Harlan said, although he was finding the  
story hard to believe himself. Despite his skepticism, however, his  
prick had turned to stone in his pants. Candy Lee was one of the  
hottest women Harlan had ever seen, and a story about her getting held  
down and fucked - even if the story was made up - was enough to make  
him want to jerk off on the spot.
 
"I ain't lying," Seth said. "Don't care who believes me, though, 'cause  
what I did I did. I had my fun - that's all that counts." He pushed  
away from the table, stood up, tossed his yellow hair out of his eyes,  
and padded out of the room like an independent tomcat.
 
"Better get the boy some new britches," Cal said. "He's a might too  
large for ones he's wearing."
 
"We was the same way when we was his age," Harlan said.
 
"I guess we were," Cal said, rubbing his crotch. "Guess we were."
 
Harlan smiled to himself. The boy's story had got Cal hot too, and that  
was saying something for Seth's story. Cal's lazy cock didn't stand up  
too often.
 
The two men were silent for awhile, Cal staring off into space and  
Harlan imagining Seth and this boy Tyler plugging Candy Lee from both  
ends. Harlan pushed his hand down into his pants and squeezed his cock.  
He didn't care whether Cal saw him or not. He was damn horny, hornier  
now than he'd been before he'd come to town. He'd come to town hoping  
to lay Ruby for at least a few good fucks, but with Delbert hogging her  
every minute, all he'd managed was to get that quick blow job from her  
yesterday afternoon. He couldn't blame Delbert, though - it was the  
boy's first time fucking, and Ruby was his birthday gift.
 
"You hear all that ruckus in the alley last night?" he asked Cal at  
last. He'd been meaning to ask Cal about the ordeal he'd had last  
night.
 
"Ruckus?" Cal said. "Like I said, Harlan, I drunk me too much beer.  
Slept like a baby."
 
"Two loud-mouthed females," Harlan said. "Drove one of them fancy  
sports cars. Parked back in the alley, blowing on the horn every once  
in a while. I yelled at 'em to shut up and let a man get some sleep,  
and they cussed me like I ain't never heard women cuss. Then they got  
out of the car, dropped their britches, and shot me their asses. Asses  
like prize sows, Cal. I could smell 'em clear across the yard, and the  
moonlight made 'em look soft and ripe. 'Come on out and take a lick,  
old man,' one of 'em shouts. But before I'm halfway through the back  
door they're back in their fancy car and leaving a dust cloud like a  
herd of horses. They come back three times after that, blowing their  
horn and cussing me, and every time, before I could get to 'em, they  
tore off laughing their fool heads off."
 
Cal shook his head. "Shouldn't have said nothing to 'em, Harlan. Now  
they'll be back harassing me, thinking that last night you was me and  
that now they can get a rile out of me. They'll be bringing their  
boyfriends, next thing you know. They're mean bitches, Harlan - Jenny  
Kane and Lynn Smith - real mean bitches. Shit, they own half the town."
 
"Rich city folks, eh?"
 
"No, Sir," Cal said. "They ain't rich, but they're both she-devils.  
Bought or blackmailed half the town with their pretty bitch asses.  
Shit, let me tell you about it."
 
Harlan sank down into a chair and listened to Cal's story.
 
Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith were both teenagers, with hair down to their  
waists and eyes that made guys crawl to them. Having likely conspired  
together from the beginning to gain control over the town, they began  
to offer themselves to the men of the town. They fucked husbands and  
doctors and school teachers. They took pictures of their sex escapades  
and made tape recordings of them. Somewhere they had enough photographs  
and cassette tapes stashed to put most of the respectable male citizens  
of the town behind bars, in addition to losing them their jobs and  
their wives. Some of the men - police officers and judges and lawyers -  
were bought instead of blackmailed. Jenny and Lynn paid off the police  
and judges and lawyers both with money and their asses on a regular  
basis. Jenny and Lynn bought new cars several times a year with the  
money they'd blackmailed. They went to school only on occasion - purely  
to raise hell. They fucked like minks, staged wild parties and pranks  
at night, and supposedly slept all day. They were getting worse all the  
time, but who could stop them?
 
"How do you know all this?" Harlan asked.
 
"Friend of mine - Ron Hammond." Cal said. "He got layed off and  
couldn't afford to pay 'em their fifty bucks a month blackmail anymore.  
He called their bluff. He got fifteen years in the state pen for rape,  
and if the sex laws in this state had not just been changed before  
Jenny and Lynn got their hands on him, he could of got life for crimes  
against nature. In court they had pictures of him with his cock down  
little Jenny's throat."
 
"Christ!" Harlan said. "Poor guy."
 
"I visited him once at the state pen, and that's how I found out the  
story. He's wasting himself up there, and he ain't the only one. Half a  
dozen guys out of this town got sent up by Jenny and Lynn."
 
"Bastards!" Harlan said. "Goddamn city bitches. Somebody oughta learn  
'em their place."
 
"And now them and their boyfriends have got it in for my house, Harlan.  
You shoulda kept your mouth shut last night."
 
"Sorry about that, Cal. But how was I to know?"
 
"You couldn't of knowed," Cal said. "Too bad, though. Maybe if I get  
plowed every night for a week or so I'll sleep through the ruckuses  
they'll be making. I don't dare stand up to 'em, though, Harlan. No  
telling what they'd end up doing. And they got the law around here on  
their side, Harlan. Remember that."
 
"Sorry, Cal. If I could help out, I would. In the country, we're still  
a neighborly bunch."