Chapter 9

I didn’t see what precipitated the argument. It had been building all day. Harley and I were bonding and laughing about Doris’s bright red ass when we noticed the altercation between her mother and Doris’s mother reaching a climax.

“You cunt, how dare you parade around in that outfit around my son!” Cheryl grabbed my Aunt’s tit. I still think she made the first move.

It all happened so fast that it didn’t look like that to Eddie. There was a flurry of hair pulling, nails digging into each other’s skin, tit grabbing, face slapping, and bikini stretching.

“Your SON Henry is a little pervert!” Juggs seethed with rage as her hands shot toward Cheryl. I don’t think the fight was over something Mike’s little brother said or did. It had been building all day and had unexpectedly turned physical.

Instead of throwing sharp, jagged insults and barbs at one another, they were slapping each other. No one stopped it. Juggs fell on top of Cheryl and pressed her tits to Cheryl’s. They were both wearing such skimpy bikinis that it didn’t take much for them to slide out of place. Juggs was showing her entire asshole and peachy-shaved pussy to the entire pool by the time Cheryl rolled her over on her back.

Juggs kicked and flailed, while reaching for Cheryl’s throat and choking her. “You little whore!” Cheryl fought to remove Juggs hands and dug her knees into my Aunt’s solar plexus. It wasn’t long before both women were topless.

“What do you have wrapped around your disgusting nipples?” Cheryl laughed and called my Aunt a wicked deviant.

“You are one to talk,” Juggs couldn’t remove the tight rubber bands constricting and biting into her nipples because she was too busy trying to grab her opponents wrist while they both slapped the snot out of one another. “Everybody knows you get it on with your daughters!”

“Like you don’t? Harley is the town jizz-pot just like you,” Cheryl hissed angrily.

Everyone at the pool rose up out of their chairs and surrounded the two women, who were battling on the hard cement near the pool. I wanted to do something – intervene in some way and break it up. Harley placed her arm across my chest as if to say that I had better leave this alone.

Eddie was normally jovial and light hearted. Even he looked serious and thought better of trying to separate the two women while they were locked in an angry struggle.

The women were both naked, their suits shredded as they traded slaps and tried to pin one another. Juggs got in a few good slaps and dug her nails into her opponents tits. “I am going to pop these fake tits and let the fucking hot air out!”

“They are about as fake as your friendship, you sour cow!”

It was obvious there was a long history between the two women and whatever beef they had with each other hadn’t started today.

“I was your friend, you cum-filled sack of shit!” Juggs had her tits in the woman’s face and was sort of pummelling her with them while yanking Cheryl’s curly hair out by the roots.

“Who would want to be a friend with a nigger fucker like you?” Cheryl spat on Juggs. Montana is/was deeply racist. I think I should mention that for context. No one seemed to be incredibly shocked about the rumor that the women had sex with their daughters. There was an audible gasp of disapproval when Cheryl accused Juggs of having sex with black men.

Interracial marriage had been legal in Montana for over twenty years, but there was still a deep stigma about race mixing and women who married (or had sex with) black men.

“So what? you fuck horses! You dim-witted whore!” Juggs had a little trouble recovering from that last insult. She lost her grip and Cheryl was able to gain the upper hand. Cheryl shimmied up Jugg’s upper body, and placed her pussy right above Juggs face.

I felt she meant to force Juggs to eat her out. Now keep in mind, there were entire families here. The boy that had been obsessed with farting and Stretch Armstrong was thrilled and watching. “I can see their doo-doo holes!”

“No one wants to eat your nasty, cum-cake, FURR-BURRGER,” Juggs lifted her head and took a frustrated bite out of Cheryl’s hairy pussy. Cheryl yelped like a wolf in heat seeking a mate and then sat down my Aunt’s face. She let out a long stream of piss and it dripped all the way down Jugg’s face as if to drown her.

It was at that point, people including Eddie and Mike Wagner pulled the two opponents apart. Piss was dripping down Juggs pretty face and her mascara had run. She was sweating, angry and still had a lot of fight in her.

Once her arms were pinned though, she realized that she had lost this round of the fight. “Let’s go!” she grabbed the shredded home-made bikini that she wore (What was left of it) and headed for the exit.

Juggs was typically calm, collected, and even-keeled. However, she completely lost it. She didn’t want to talk about it and she didn’t want to ask Eddie permission to leave. She simply wanted to leave and she was prepared to leave our cooler and everything we brought with us behind.

“You don’t even have the keys,” Eddie told her to wait a minute.

“I’ll fucking walk,” an exasperated Juggs insisted. She walked straight past the attendant at the YMCA. She was fully naked, not even wearing sandals. Harley and I grabbed up the cooler and the boys helped grab things as well.

“Let me drive,” Eddie insisted that his wife get in the passenger seat. “Are you hurt? Do we need to take you to the hospital?”

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Juggs was nearly in tears. She was so angry that she was lashing out at everyone around her.

“I know that you are angry, but you are talking to me. Do you care to re-think what you just said?” he insisted.

Juggs eyes were red as she put her hands on her face. “She called me a Nigger Fucker, and now everybody knows it, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled warmly as he started up the car. “You are a nigger fucker though,” he reminded her.

She slapped her thighs and looked over at him with bloodshot eyes and smiled through the tears. “I know. I like black cock, but now about half of Laurel is never going to fuck me again,” she grinned and realized that she was being silly.

“We’ll move someplace where you can have all the black dick you can take. How about your sister’s place in Chicago?” he laughed and cheered her up.

“You really would sell the ranch for me, wouldn’t you Eddie?” she dried her eyes and sniffled. “What the fuck do you see in me? I am a walking embarrassment.”

“I love you, Juggs – even though you are a hot mess,” Eddie offered sweetly and then theorized “I’d probably keep the ranch, and whore you out in Chicago. Find a pimp to watch you and keep you on your back instead of running with whores like Cheryl Godwin.”

“I can’t keep a friend, Eddie. Cheryl and I used to be thick as thieves,” Juggs continued to wipe her eyes and sniffle but she was noticeably more calm and composed. She still hadn’t tried putting on any clothes.

“Cheryl was doing okay when she was with Wizard. He kept her in line,” he said. I had no idea what they were talking about. Harley filled me in later that Wizard was a local mechanic that was a lot like Eddie. He was fucking Cheryl, and both of her daughters and apparently Cheryl got jealous or thought she could do better.

Harley’s didn’t seem all that shocked that Doris and Lori had sex with their mother and/or her boyfriend(s). She acted like that was fairly typical for “slutty” Montana girls. I wondered if she had thought about it with her mother – and assumed perhaps she had considered it and there were some things even she wouldn’t do.

“Then Cheryl started messing around with the Iron Horsemen and they passed her around, and now she doesn’t have anybody to keep her in line, and so she runs her mouth. You think she doesn’t fuck black guys?” Eddie asked.

“Cheryl is racist as fuck, Eddie. She won’t have sex with black guys but she will fuck Mexican guys,” Juggs found that amusing on some level and perplexing on another. Cock was cock to her and she really didn’t care about the color of a dick – white, brown, black, as long as it didn’t have warts.

“What were you two fighting over?” Eddie asked.

“It wasn’t’ anything,” Juggs laughed and rubbed her sore tits. “Can I take these rubber bands off now?”

“No,” he said and then TOLD her to answer his question.

“Cheryl and I have never fist-fought before. We’ve come close before, but we were kind of at each other’s throats all day. Her son came over and started talking to me. I was just being polite. I wasn’t going to fuck him. He’s way too young. A baby fish! I was just teasing him to get his mother’s goat, you know?”

“You were using your looks and big tits to manipulate someone you had no intention of fucking to hurt someone else,” Eddie restated what he heard in a very accusing manner. “Where have I heard that one before? Okay, continue.”

“Okay, old habits die hard. Anyway, one thing led to another, boom-bang-bam, and then she pissed in my face!”

“I seem to remember you biting her cunt!” Eddie chuckled.

“I did do that, didn’t I?”

I felt something under my bathing suit as we hit a small bump in the road. I had jumped into the car so quickly that I didn’t think about how We were packed like sardines in the back. I was sitting on Lloyd’s lap and his knee was between my legs. I didn’t try to slide back off of him. There was really no place for me to sit and Harley was firmly on Lloyd’s lap.

“Are you guys eavesdropping?” Eddie adjusted the mirror and looked at the five of us huddled together in the backseat.

“It’s not like we can have two separate conversations,” Harley quipped.

“I am sorry that you guys had to see that. That was OLD Juggs you saw today. Imagine me being ready to fight like that every day,” Juggs composed herself and apologized to us.

“We aren’t likely to see Old Juggs again for a while,” Eddie assured his wife. He pulled the car over on to the shoulder of I-90. She nodded and asked if he had to take a piss or something.

“No, this is where you get out,” he said.

“Eddie! Are you abandoning me? Over ONE fight?” Juggs was terrified and gripped the car as if she were trying to hold on for fear of being ejected.

“Absolutely not, you belong to me,” Eddie assured her. “You’ll walk home from here with your dripping piss face, rubber band tits and think about what you could have done differently to avoid getting into a literal PISSING MATCH with the SECOND BIGGEST whore in Yellowstone County. Then you will start your punishment to remind you that we are to NEVER see Old Juggs again. I love you, honey but you are a fucking dickhead sometimes.”

My Aunt was already opening the door. “How far is it from here?”

“Probably about six miles,” Eddie assured her.

“Eddie!” she pleaded.

“I think you know better than to beg at this point. It’s a good thing you came clean with the boys because I might start keeping you in the barn again.”

Eddie peeled out and Montana dirt sprayed his wife as he left her behind. He was driving a green 1974 Ford LTD Country Squire station wagon – wooden panels, lot of leg room.

Harley started to say something but Eddie cut her off.

“I know you think I am being cruel. Your mother has rules, and she knows her behavior is unacceptable. She’ll have a long walk to think. Any punishment that I give her is going to pale to the thousands of punishments she is going to imagine and experience in her head on the way home. If I went back and picked her up now, that would be a clear message that her behavior was acceptable.”

“I was going to ask if I could climb into the front seat. I am sitting on Lloyd’s half-boner, and it’s uncomfortable as hell,” Harley brightened the car with a little of her sardonic humor – although she was quite serious as well.

“I am not hard,” Lloyd said.

“Well, what is that? It’s not your knee and it’s not your arm,” she bounced a little on his dick.

“That’s my cock, but it’s not hard,” Lloyd countered angrily and denied doing anything wrong.

“Well, I wouldn’t feel it between your corduroys if it was totally soft,” Harley climbed off of his lap, stuck her butt in everyone’s face and shimmied up to the front seat while the car was moving.

In the 1970s, seatbelts were “options” you could get in cars, and this one didn’t have any. They weren’t mandatory like they are now. Parents thought very little of putting their kids in the back of pickups or requiring car seats or seat belts.

“I noticed that you avoided a fist-fight with Cheryl’s daughter, what’s-her-name” Eddie observed.

“Doris,” Harley corrected him. “That was all thanks to Tish. I probably would have knocked her and her sister’s teeth in if Tish hadn’t come to my rescue,” Harley thanked me again for what I did.

“Are you trying to impress me?” Eddie asked his daughter, while he drove. “I just kicked one cunt out of the car six miles from home for fighting. Do you think I won’t drop your dirty little ass out the window at 35 mph?”

Harley frowned. “I am just being honest, Daddy. I am trying to give credit where it is due. Tish had a level head. She didn’t sink to Doris and Lori’s level and fire back insults. She went to Mike Wagner and flirted with him. That got them pissed and then Mike gave them both the attitude adjustment they sorely needed. If Tish had joined me in pissing on them, things would have gone differently.”

“I see,” Eddie considered what his daughter was saying. I was flattered but I also took compliments incredibly poorly (not at all). “What I saw was that you let them call you names, hurt your feelings, and try to goad you into doing something like your mother and you showed restraint. The only thing you did wrong was let them continue to tease you.”

“It’s a 20 foot pool, Eddie. Where the fuck was I supposed to go?” Harley raised her voice and got a little uppity. Even Harley realized she was pushing her luck with her father by raising her voice.