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."