PB-277 Barnyard Orgy

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.


Chapter 2

Seth wondered whether this was what hell was like - the thick smoke, the swearing and fighting, the eerie reddish light that fell on everything like the glowing of coals from a fireplace grate. Seth could hardly breathe in the wet heat, a combination of body-heat and alcoholic fumes and the swampy evening heat. Ten o'clock at night and still at least 85 degrees, Seth thought to himself, pulling his T-shirt off over his head. Bar or not, it was too hot for a shirt. He would only put the shirt back on if they tried to kick him out, although he didn't think that likely, seeing that the place was so jam-packed that the bartenders were running like whipped horses. Heck, he'd already been in here an hour barefooted, and proprietors were generally more against bare feet in their establishments than they were against bare chests. As he stuffed his shirt through the belt loop of his jeans, he noticed another boy pulling off his own shirt. The boy nodded to Seth and came over to where Seth was standing at the side of the stage.
"Hot night," the boy commented.
"Sure is," Seth agreed, and they exchanged names. The boy was called Tyler, and he looked to be about the same age as Seth, just underage for getting into a bar, especially a bar like the Dingle Dangle.
"When's the show start?" Seth asked.
"Should have started already," Tyler said. "You come here alone?"
"Came with my pa and his buddy." And Seth told Tyler about how he lived on a farm out in the sticks, and about how they'd come into town to visit Cal and to celebrate Delbert's birthday. He didn't tell Tyler about Ruby, however. Seth was never supposed to tell anybody about Ruby, or Cal could get in big trouble for hiring out his daughter from time to time. Not that Seth cared that much about whether Cal got into trouble, but he knew that if he opened his mouth it would mean the end of Ruby's hot ass for him, and with the scarcity of females out on the farm Seth couldn't afford to lose Ruby's ass no matter how few and far-between were the occasions he got to town.
"You ain't never seen the show then?" Tyler asked. "You ain't never seen Candy Lee?" His eyes danced. "Shit, man, hold on to your dong!"
At that moment, the stage lit up with blue and red lights, the wailing voice of Ferlin Husky on the juke box stopped, and the crowd of drunk, swearing, laughing men hushed. The red curtains behind the stage rustled and a naked female leg shot out from between them. The naked leg, toes of the foot pointed, twisted this way and that, and the crowd broke into whistles and hoots as stripper music began pulsing through speakers. Tyler nudged Seth, whistling and clapping, and Seth watched with his mouth open, his cock throbbing down one leg of his jeans. The curtains parted slightly, and Candy Lee wiggled out in a red bikini that barely covered anything. She might as well have wrapped a couple of ribbons around herself, Seth thought.
Candy stood in the center of the stage no more than five feet from the two boys as she began her dance and tease routine. She stroked her body with her fingertips, writhing and twisting as if she were being fucked. She ran her pointed toe up and down her long smooth leg. She cupped her tits in their bikini cups as if trying to pop them out of the confining material. Seth licked his lips to see her nipples protruding through the satiny red material of the tit-cups. Her nipples were as big as the tips of his thumbs. Without realizing what he was doing until he did it he groped his cock and began trying to jerk his prick off through his pants. He was hot. Flaming arrows seemed to shoot through the core of his cock.
Candy turned in circles, wiggling her beautiful full ass at the crowd, arching her back, slipping her fingers under the crotch of her panties and pouting seductively. The men went wild. Seth could feel the panting of the men like a tropical wind swirling through the bar. The air became suffocating. Seth felt sweat running down his naked torso like warm tears. His jeans became unbearable, wrapped around his pulsating loins like cellophane. He caught himself on the verge of ripping off his jeans and lunging up onto the stage to wrap himself around Candy Lee. He was in love with Candy Lee. She was the hottest female he'd ever seen, with her wet red lips and her ruby fingernails and her wild brown hair, the hair she tossed easily back and forth over her head and shoulders, the hair she licked and chewed, the hair she gazed at him through as if through a veil. She was beckoning him. She wanted him. Come to me, she seemed to be saying with her pouts. Come with me behind my veil of beautiful hair and shove your wonderful ten-and-a-half-inch cock into my body. We shall fuck forever, my darling, just you and I, fucking forever. Come to me, darling. Come.
Candy Lee reached behind her back with one hand, and her tit-cups tumbled onto the polished yellow wood of the stage. All eyes in the bar seemed to follow the hypnotic descent of the red tit-cups before bouncing back up to catch Candy's enormous young tits. Her tits swayed in the reddish-blue haze like ready-to-burst water-balloons. Candy grabbed both tits, squeezed her nipples, and laughed silently as two quick spurts of white fluid shot out like milk out of squirt guns. The white spurts appeared to vaporize in the smoky air, and Seth blinked his eyes a few times, thinking he was seeing things. Candy licked her lips and began sliding out of her panties, giving the crowd no time to dwell on her tits.
She rolled forward, hiding her tits and cunt as she eased the panties over her squatting legs. Her long hair hid all but her knees and shins and her beautiful feet. After she'd stepped out of her panties, she remained squatting, hiding her nakedness from the crowd as she turned her face up and licked her lips. The crowd screamed. Tyler stood beside Seth, shaking as if he were going to topple over any second. Candy shot to her feet and showed herself. The crowd was like a cannon going off.
"I wanna fuck you!" Seth screamed. "I wanna fuck you!" He rubbed his cock with both hands as if feverishly kneading bread dough. He was vaguely aware of his words, but he wasn't sure whether he was shouting them or just thinking them.
Candy danced maddeningly, showing off every inch of her unbelievable body. Seth guessed her to be in her early twenties, and she was built like a female out of one of those slick fuck magazines his pa bought from time to time. Seth had never seen bigger tits, and when she leaned over and showed the crowd her cunt, Seth swore that he'd only seen such hairy slabs of cuntmeat on a cow. Candy was ripe and Candy was hot. Candy spread her cunt-slabs and Seth saw a writhing mass of purple meat inside, a mass of wet purple meat. Fuck juice dripped from Candy's fingers. Pussy juice ran down Candy's legs. Seth could hardly stand up from the shaking. Seth thought he was either going to faint or explode. He put both hands on the stage to brace himself, gazing at Candy's spread crotch with his tongue hanging out and dripping. He was aware of Tyler beside him, also leaning on the stage and panting like a dog.
Candy saw them and danced over. Candy's beautiful foot hovered before Seth's eyes like a cobra about to strike. Her wiggling toes touched his lips. Seth opened his mouth feeling the hot toes between his teeth. He sucked on them like a baby sucking on a bottle. Candy's toes were salty and sweet. Seth had never sucked on a girl's toes before, but now he thought he could suck on Candy's forever.
Candy sat down on the stage, presenting Tyler her foot. Tyler grabbed it and began sucking on her toes as if they'd had honey dribbled over them. Both boys were sucking Candy's toes now, while Candy writhed on the floor, thrusting her spread crotch, twisting her head from side to side and moaning to the rhythm of the raunchy music throbbing over the speaker system. The men watching Candy and the two boys went crazy, cursing and groaning like an imprisoned mob. They pressed toward the stage, hands straining to stroke Candy. Candy pulled her feet away from the two boys, eased up closer to them, and fed them her crotch. Both boys dove for her crotch simultaneously, cracking their skulls together.
Seth was dazed. He was aware of the pounding in his head, of the overwhelming aroma of Candy's seething cunt, of himself and Tyler fighting to get their tongues inside her. Seth had never been partial to sucking cunt, but this female was unlike any other he'd ever gotten close to. Her cunt sucked at him like a powerful magnet. He ached to crawl up inside her and to lick her out. He managed to get a few licks of her livery cunt-slabs before Candy pushed both him and Tyler away. Her cunt-slabs were hot, like sizzling steaks, and she tasted better than the finest smoked ham. He almost fainted as he swallowed her pussy juice.
Candy sat up, presenting the two boys her tits.
Each boy swallowed up a mouthful of tit-flesh and began to suck like twin suckling babes. Candy squealed.
For a few moments, Seth found himself choking, choking on the surprising jets of hot liquid that shot at the back of his throat. What was happening? He couldn't believe it. Then the sweet taste of milk filled his head and he began to suck in earnest. Candy's tits were full of milk - hot, sweet, rich mother's milk. Within the next few seconds he filled half his mouth with milk and was swallowing it down when Candy's tit was yanked out of his mouth. Candy's stinging hands fell across both his own and Tyler's faces, and their heads snapped sideways and cracked together, sending milk spraying from their mouths. Candy was back up on her feet, laughing.
"Get them snotty-nosed babies out of here," Candy shouted, and the mob exploded with mean laughter.
Strong hands gripped Seth by the jeans and by the hair and he found himself being dragged through the screaming mob and hurled into the humid darkness outside the bar. The last he heard of Candy was her shrieking laughter and her shouting, "Who let those brats in here?" As he hit the dirt outside the bar he heard Tyler scream and felt Tyler crash down on top of him.
"Goddamn hippies!" taunted a gravely male voice before the door of the bar slammed shut and the uproar inside became muffled and distant.
Tyler lay on the ground beside Seth, panting loudly. "You all right?" he asked.
"I think so," Seth said. "What happened, anyway?"
"We got kicked out," Tyler said, wiping the milk off his chin. "It ain't the first time Candy's had guys kicked out."
Seth shook his head. "I thought she was gonna let us fuck her."
Tyler laughed. "Up on that stage? No way. The sheriff would close the place down before you even shot off. Candy's job is to tease, not to put out. I've heard that she's teased some guys so bad that they went home and blew their brains out."
"Bull!" Seth said, but he could almost believe it.
Both boys were silent for a few moments. The sound of crickets chirping hung in the thick night air. Inside the bar, the crowd seemed to be getting even wilder. Seth grabbed his hard cock and wanted to crush his prick to make his cockshaft stop aching. He licked the last sticky drops of Candy's milk off his lips.
"I couldn't believe she puts out milk," Seth said.
Tyler lay there stroking his hard cock through his jeans. "She had a kid about six weeks ago. She ain't been back dancing but for two weeks now. Before that she didn't dance for a long time. Got laid off when her belly started growing."
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.