Chapter 42: Goodbyes

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The two were in only their bikinis as we had breakfast. They were getting more comfortable eating in basically nothing. They again had done a good job making the eggs and bacon, only getting small spatters of bacon grease on them a couple of times. And when it did, they didn’t do what I expected and licked it off each other. Though I could tell it was on their minds.

I told them before getting up from the table, “You are going to need your shoes today. You will need to get them right after cleaning up the kitchen.” As they cleaned up the kitchen and got their shoes on, I went to the smaller shed and retrieved a posthole digger and shovel.

I was waiting for them on the front porch when they came out of the front door. I handed both of them a pair of gloves and said, “You will probably need these.” Then I handed the posthole digger to Cheryl and a pick to Helen. I asked Cheryl, “Do you know how that tool works?”

Cheryl rolled her eyes at me. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist.”

“Well then follow me,” I stated, stepping off the porch. “You two can work together on this. And talk about the work, and only the work.” The two girls grinned at the limitations on their conversations, clearly planning on ignoring them.

I picked up a big rock and used it to hammer a stake into the ground. I wrapped a string around the top. I walked the length of the area they had hoed earlier in the week. I pounded a second stake into the ground and wrapped the other end of the string around the top. I then handed Helen a hundred-foot tape measure. “You two need to dig holes for posts every sixteen feet. The holes should be close to three feet deep. When done on this side, you need to start on the other side. To keep everything square, use a six-eight-ten triangle.”

Cheryl looked at me like she wanted to ask me what I meant. Before she did, I said, “Once you are finished with the first side, come get me; I will explain.”

Cheryl again looked confused and asked, “You’re not going to be helping us?”

“I will be on the porch. Doing some long-distance supervising,” I answered.

Helen joined in the conversation, “But you can’t even see where we are going to be digging. How will you supervise if you can’t see us?”

Cheryl elbowed her friend. “Hush.”

“In this case, think of me as God. And know, I see everything. So following the rules on the last day would be advisable,” I reminded the girls. It put a damper on Cheryl’s hopes to get some alone time with Helen.

The two started to work as I went back to the porch. Helen had been right; I could not see them, and they could not see the driveway or any part of the front porch. I got some tea from the house and sat out on a chair, looking up at the rafts. Where Jane had been suspended, the dirt was siped away, reminding me of the goings on from the day before. I wondered how Jane was making out. Naked in the woods even in the summer was a challenge I don’t believe she was prepared for.

Cheryl came around to see me after twenty minutes. She was covered in sweat and again in dirt smears where she had slapped at the bugs that had come to feast on her. This made me think, “Lucky bugs.”

She said, “Since we are doing all the work, do you think I could get out the portable radio and listen to some tunes? Helen and I are a lot less likely to break the rules if we get to listen to something besides the mosquitoes coming to bite us.”

“Sure, but you will have to buy new batteries with your allowance next week,” I said, seeing how badly she wanted to listen to something besides Helen. Which may or may not have gotten her spanked. While Helen would enjoy it, Cheryl would only enjoy it half as much.

“OK, I will do that,” she stated while going towards the steps up to the porch.

“Whoa, there, Miss Dirty. You are not going in the house like that. I will get it for you.” I said getting up. The radio was in the front closet and took little time to retrieve. Handing it to Cheryl, I said, “Not many stations this far out.”

“There is one we like. So, it will be worth it,” she replied, heading away. The dirt on her forearms started where the top of the glove had ended. It left the radio in clean hands.

The radio was already turned on before she had rounded the corner. The first thing she did was turn up the volume. The static was heard at full volume until she found the station she was looking for. Tony Joe White’s somewhat suggestive “I Get Off On It.” was playing.

The volume covered up the sound of the tires on the gravel of the driveway. The familiar blue Impala came to a stop out of sight of the girls. Dorothy opened the door and got out of the car. It was then I saw the distress on her face. Walking around the front of the car, I saw she had on the shortest skirt I had ever seen on her. It made the sarong look like it was ankle-length.

As she walked closer, she watched her feet instead of looking at me. Her whole body language said she was humiliated and ashamed of herself. She only looked up at me when she was at the stairs of the porch. It was a brief, self-reproach-filled look. “I’m not here for Helen yet. I am here to offer myself to you if you want to use me. I have done as you said and have fucked my husband. He did it twice, once in my ass and once in my pussy. But he is not you. I may have his seed running out of me, but he did nothing to satisfy me. So use me, and I know you will satisfy the need I have. A need the weekend with you; let loose. Something I didn’t know existed.” She again looked at her feet.

On a closer look, she had cum going down the inside of her thighs. And while I didn’t see her ass, I imagined she had cum leaking out of her stretched asshole and into her ass crack. She looked pathetic, and without saying it directly, she was asking me to fuck her. I would see further how bound to me she was. “As you know, I don’t do sloppy seconds. There is a hose there if you wish to clean yourself.” I pointed to the hose on the ground beside her. “But if your daughter sees you cleaning yourself in any way, we are done. I won’t have her version of you destroyed until she is ready to see her mother as a common slut.”

Dorothy surprised me, “I am your slut ... But I will not let Helen know until you think she is ready.”

I stood up from my chair and went to the edge of the porch. Looking around the corner to where the girls were, I saw them not working. The radio was blaring Funkytown, and the two basically nude teens were gyrating to the beat coming from the small speaker. Dorothy too walked to the edge of the house and likely saw her daughter dancing with her girlfriend. The girls’ dancing involved a lot of touching and stroking of erogenous areas the bikinis barely covered. In fact, Helen’s left nipple was fully exposed and had Cheryl’s gloved hand brushing over the erect nub.

Seeing the two girls were occupied, Dorothy went back to the hose. She unscrewed the sprayer before going to the spigot. She widened her stance and put the exposed threaded end into her cunt hole. She turned the wheel on the spigot and presumably had sun-heated water bursting into her. She let the water gush into her passage and shortly came flowing out around the end inserted. She cycled the water on and off a few times, holding the hose end in her cunt the whole time. Initially, I could see bits of cum flowing out with the water. The last burst of water was just water.

Stepping even wider, the hose was pulled from her pussy. She wiggled her ass, using her other hand to pull her ass cheeks further apart. She grimaced, forcing the hose end into her asshole. The burst of water was shorter as nothing came out around the hose. It filled her bowels with water until she pulled the end from her asshole. The brown-tinged water came erupting from her asshole with the hose’s threaded end. She did this four times, making her rectum as clean as her pussy.

“Will you fuck me now? I am clean and have done as you wanted. I have fucked my husband. And it is no longer sloppy seconds,” she said, looking forlorn at what I required before I would fuck her.

“Come here,” I said to her as she looked at her feet.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, coming to the stairs. She carefully walked up the stairs to me. “Please, I need you in me. I will beg if I have to. You’ve become my world. Your cock and seed are the essence of life.”

It was beyond pathetic her need for my dick. But she would be gone for ten days, and draining my balls one last time was not a bad idea. I looked at her carefully as she came to me. I said, “This one time I will screw you. You pissed me off earlier this morning. So right now, you are a hole for me to fill, nothing more. Later you might be more, but now ... you’re no better than a blow-up fuck doll.”

“As long as I get to feel you and your seed in me, that will be enough,” Dorothy said, going toward the door.

I grabbed her arm before she got to the door. “No, not in there.”

Dorothy looked confused and pointed. “But Helen is over there.”

“Yes, so be quiet,” I told her. I placed her hands on the back of the chair I had been sitting in. Going around behind her, I kicked her feet, indicating she should spread her legs. She obliged the unspoken demand and spread her feet far apart and leaned forward over the chair.

Her earlier cleaning had left me hard enough to fuck her if I chose to. And while I was planning on screwing her, she was going to have to wait. I lifted what little bit of a skirt she had on baring her ass and bald pussy. I left her standing in the position and went again to see what the girls were doing.

They were back to digging post holes but were not working very diligently. They were throwing in a bit of dancing when a dance-able song played on the radio. I could hear Dorothy whine, “Please come fuck me. I need it,” over the radio.

I returned behind her, and I could see her body relax with my return. She was wrong in her assumption that I would be screwing her immediately. Instead, she received one of the smacks to her labia that her daughter loved. Only I used more strength in striking her pussy, using the maximum pain technique of not making it a glancing blow.

She was surprised by the sudden pain in her cunt. She started to wail but cut it off short. “That’s right, don’t you make a sound,” I said, smacking her suddenly heated and damp cunt a second time. She groaned loudly at the second strike. “You can leave if you want.” I taunted. “Or stay quiet.”

Dorothy silently shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. Her head bowed and her body tensed, preparing for another strike on her pussy. It didn’t come. She tensed more, waiting for it. Instead, not realizing I was dropping my shorts, I quickly lined my hard cock with her reddened vagina entrance. I drove my mushroomed head all the way to her cervix in one rapid thrust while gripping her hip bones, yanking her back into me. Her grunt sounded at the same time as the smacking of my groin to her ass.

I, too, groaned as I drove down her unslick hole. All the moisture on her pussy walls was the water from the impromptu douche. It provided little in the way of lubrication for either the drive to her cervix or the withdrawal from her hot canal. She looked back over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. Her face had the appearance of surprise as she clamped down on her lip, squashing any sounds she wanted to make.

Despite knowing my dick was going to be raw if she didn’t produce some of her own pussy juice. And that the precum leaking from my piss slit was not going to make up the difference. Still, I slammed my pelvis back into Dorothy’s ass, mashing her cervix in the process. Again, there was a grunt that came from her, which sounded a lot like the air was driven out of her. Just as quickly as I had shoved my cock into her, I pulled it out. The friction dragged on her walls in ways that were unnatural. Still, I persisted.

Gradually, her pussy had its walls greased, making the fucking more pleasurable. But the damage was done before thrusting in and out of her heavenly hole was heavenly. I was raw, and Dorothy was as well based on her moans that had a bit of a whine to them. She was breathing erratically, even with the grunts, whines, and moans.

Dorothy’s knuckles were white from her tight grip on the chair as she got closer to climaxing. I stayed on the edge longer as the rawness kept me there. Dorothy seemed to be in the same condition, longing to climax, but the pleasurable sensations on her abraded walls were not enough to overcome the low throb of pain they also experienced. But my reaching around and plucking her clit was the final straw pushing her over the edge.

Her collapsed canal and tensed body made moving my cock through her harder. And after half a minute of not letting her climax, which she had turned inward restraining her outburst, I had my grated cock twitch. Buring my cock in as far as it would go, I pushed against buns that had turned to steel. The sticky cum exploded into the plush glove I was encased in.

The combined orgasmic fluids finished greasing the tunnel as I pumped in and out after the initial globs were deposited. The continued thrust turned her passageway into a butter churn. The products of which foamed up at the base of her reddened cunt lips.

When I could no longer thrust deep within her with my wilted tool, I pulled out the final time. I continued to pant from the extreme physical exertion I had engaged in, pounding her pussy as hard and fast as I could. I told her, “That should hold you until you get back. But I don’t want to see you here until then. Maybe by then, I will forget what a whiny cunt you have been of late. When you get back, I expect you to understand your place in the pecking order. And I can guarantee it is not the top.”

I pushed her too small of a skirt back down over her ass, which it barely covered. “What time do I need to have Helen home so she can go with you back east?”

Dorothy was still huffing, and she pushed her hips out side to side, like she was trying to get her insides back to the locations they belonged. “Frank likes to drive at night. There are fewer cars and trucks, plus the girls tend to sleep. So by six,” she gasped out. Looking up at the same rafter I had earlier, she modified her statement, “I guess this time it will be Helen tends to sleep since I have not seen or heard from Jane. And don’t expect to before we leave.”

“No, I suspect not,” I said. I was confident Jane was going to take a while to forgive her mother. Plus, she had to realize her position in the family and what it meant in the way of behavior now. Before Dorothy had gone to Calgary, her defiance would not have elicited such a strong reaction. But Jane was not aware of the changes her mother experienced in that one weekend.

Seeming slightly dejected from understanding at that moment she was only a fuckhole, she said, “Well, if you see her, make sure she is well.” She turned and clearly felt the abuse of her nether region. Dorothy took two steps, like she had just gotten off a two-week ride on a horse, going towards the steps. A rush of sympathy she didn’t deserve washed over me. And I again seized her hand. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, but let it end with the softness of a lover.

Breaking from her, I said, “I will. And will keep her safe if I do find her.”

Dorothy beamed at the kiss. Her gaze had as much love in it as I had ever seen. “Thank you.” She turned, not ruining the moment by adding anything else, and waddled down the steps. The waddle continued all the way to the car and into it. Again I had a pang of remorse for not being a gentleman and going with her to open the door. But I knew it would send mixed signals she didn’t need or was prepared to handle.

She was driving off as I pulled up my shorts. It was just in the nick of time since the two girls came around to the front. Helen asked, “Was that my mom? It looked like our car.”

I answered, “I answered. Yes, she was giving me the time you need to be home. I am going to let Cheryl drive you there so you two can have a goodbye before you are gone for ten days.”

“So Helen is not going to be able to stay?” Cheryl asked. She followed it with a better question, “Couldn’t Mrs. Fields have just called to tell you that?” Her eyes raised like she knew there was more to the story.