Chapter 21: Breakfast and a Fuck

They clambered through garage and up the wood steps after finishing marching to their songs. Through the doorway to the kitchen with a lot of rattle and thumping, all elbows pushing and shoving, they raced each other to the table. The great anticipation of food a la sex, all at once, was causing pandemonium as they all lined up on one side of the table leaving over half of it available for Lilly and I. They stood at attention, focused. It was hard to believe the enthusiasm.

Just inside the kitchen Lilly still had me in tow as she stopped short and told me to wait. She stepped directly in front of me and told me to take off her pants. “Remember that first day when I took off all your clothes in the milking parlor? Well, now you’re going to take off all of mine in front of the same crowd. Be very creative.”

The guys cheered and I was hesitant but I did really want to take off Lilly’s clothes, not for spite’s sake but rather to feel her on me.

I put my hands on her waist just above the waistband of her pants and they were still all goo with gizem as she undid the buttons in front. She leaned back into me, took my hands and pushed them down in front caressing her vagina and the pants dropped; the gizem helped put on a good show. I pushed down slowly, more, and her pants descended to her knees as I rubbed to massage the gizem on her. I pressed my penis up against the back of her. I was doing a pretty good job of being creative. “Take them off the rest of the way,” she said as she raised up one leg at a time and when I was reaching down with her pants on the far leg she turned my head into herself, pressed my face to the her crotch, “Kiss me”. I gladly licked her for a bit with her moans repeating.

On my knees she turned around to press her backside into my face and bent over making room for me to do some more kissing; and I did. I had such a stiff boner needing lubrication in a vagina, soon, and there wasn’t a sound from the group watching so intently.

She wiggled a kind of strip tease for the guys, arms up in the air, no music. They clapped their hands also wiggling with glee, hesitant, anticipating. She took my hands to pull me up and then turned in front to put them under her blouse with a lift and I raised it off over her head to toss the blouse on the table. She placed my hands under her breasts and I felt the skin so soft. The next move just came over me so natural. I reached around to suck on them. She reached my erection for a tug and gizem started to come. The crowd was loving it and I amazed myself with my boldness.

When she was all finished, naked, she left her hat on. She reached behind for some gizem with a few sporadic tugs, leaned back, gave me a passionate kiss, lined up back side to me so she could rise up on her toes and glide down on top of my erection between her legs and said, “You are a good sport Tom. I know you are worried about being the dairy’s two legged breeding livestock but you must trust me. We’re just fooling these idiot bosses along with a good story and a magnificent penis. Now let’s do me for the guys.”

I almost melted with the feel of her body embracing my penis between her legs. It was a wonder I didn’t have a big orgasm at that very moment. But it was really drooling and that had the complete attention of the crowd. So she towed me to the kitchen table with a really throbbing erection that felt super glow titillating in her warm hand. I was so ready to get fucked for the entertainment of the viewing audience.

The whole atmosphere near the cook stove was electric with anticipation. It surrounded all my bare skin with warmth as I watched for the reactions of the wife and Bernice. Lilly continued, “ ... and let’s give these guys some of the best sex they have EVER experienced.”

She was picturing my intercourse with her so real I could feel it in my bones. Her comment about the guys “experiencing” our sex was a little confusing but my entire body felt like an erection and she smiled wide for them. They were mesmerized and focused. As hungry as they were I think they forgot about food just for the moment as they fed hungry eyes with images of my penis and Lilly’s nakedness, a waiting vagina.

Both Bernice and the wife were slaving over the stove piling up the hot cakes and bacon. As they turned around to approach the table they broke into a wide smile and Bernice giggled at my appearance. “Well... , “ began the wife. “There you are all skin, ready for sex. It looks like we are going to have a real fine round of fucking here at the table this morning. Gawd, it’s been a while and your anus looks like it has had plenty of adjustment work. Test results. We all get to watch up close too.

I just love to watch Lilly fuck somebody! She has a way. And judging by your anus this one is going to really be something.” She winked at me directly, focused on my eyes as she showed me the raised butter dish with cute batting eye lids. I thought I might know what that reference meant.

The wife set hot cakes down on the table to the far side and as she returned to the stove she came close and first sniffing her hand reached to rub around my scrotum area with very warm butter. That felt good, surprising, but just the same, really good. I found myself wanting to fondle her back in the worst way but there was no way I had courage enough to do that. I surprised myself by not being more nervous with her intrusions and as of the morning I hadn’t yet thought about the fact she was married to the boss. She seemed to sense something and reached up to spin my chin toward hers inserting her tongue in my dropped jaw mouth. “MMMmmm,” was so arousing and she tasted incredibly good as I was compelled to suck down on her intrusion. Her forwardness was really something and I let out a shivered moan spontaneously.

Somebody was again holding my penis.

But I was nervous for any number of reasons. I’d not quite but almost forgot I should have been buck naked embarrassed as Lilly motioned for me to come to the table and stand behind her. She pushed back into me and craned her neck to kiss me more. “You have to get some food in you first so we’ll warm up and fuck like doggies while you eat something from my plate.”

That sounded like a plan I could absorb lock and load penis.

A plan, yeah, like this event was anything but too outrageous for words. I was about to do my two favorite things, eat and fuck at the same time for an audience. Food was a life long love and the other brand new love was with a virgin penis that loved to be dark immersed inside Lilly. At least I think it was dark in there.

I waited nervously as the cooks piled on the food. It smelled so good.

The slurping commenced and the boys began discussing, in between bites, the coming coitus exposition while glancing back and forth focusing so close at our parts. Lilly, sexy and slow, slid her stomach on to the table in front of them and reached for the butter. She motioned for the guys to lube her up and they immediately stopped eating to use the buttery fingers gobbed on her waiting vagina and butt crack. They didn’t take turns smearing and rubbing fingers into her, all hands at once. Then they all started talking rapidly with food in their mouths.

It could have been ceremonious, an amazing prelude to the fuck causing Lilly to really writhe in the action. No matter the fuss she used a softened cube to reach over and spread a little on the boy’s hot cakes as they did her up and down her crotch, all around and all over her bottom.

She watched the guy’s expressions, giggling before reaching back, taking my penis in her buttered up hand and guiding it forward slowly, buttery smooth, sliding back slightly to make a match. I could smell it as it was warming and rippling up at the edges of her vagina while she dipped the tip of my penis in and out and around. I was fighting having an orgasm on the spot. This was all too sexy for my imagination to handle. I willfully pushed myself all the way in to see how it felt. “Look at me,” I thought. I was acting like a pro with my penis, already an old hand at fucking and it felt glorious, like home.

My hands gripped her waist and I pulled gently to slide her back and my penis immersed further. The boys resounded with awe. So sweet.

[Although full of anticipation and worry about fucking on the kitchen table, getting juicy with Lilly, engaging like this, too good to be true, feels so right]

I wasn’t afraid. I just stopped with it immersed, entirely, feeling OH -so good, me pressed up against Lilly’s soft buttered bottom. I moved my penis around slightly and spread the butter dripping in her butt crack up and around. Her magic seemed to pull on my skin in front entirely as if she was sucking me into herself. I felt the beautiful softness of the skin on her bottom and ran butter up her curves to feel her back, sides, breasts, aroused nipples between my fingers. You could have heard a pin drop in the intense focus of all watching. The best breakfast fucking had begun.

At that precise moment any feeling of abandonment regarding my old life seemed to snap shut. It was as if my spirit told me I was no longer going to look back because I was so well fit and fulfilled. It was the feeling of being sunk-inserted in Lilly with my work mates surrounding me inches away, focused directly on the action, watching me having sex with her on the breakfast table, atmosphere wafting among the delicious odors of bacon as we all watched my penis going in and out. It was just simply purpose- correctness enhanced and I couldn’t have felt my life better spent than with my penis leading the way for the pleasure of the sisters - all.

Oh how my penis tip tingled. For the first few moments there was no slurping, no noise as the boys followed my penis gliding in-out and my hands caressing Lilly’s body, their eyes entirely convergent. That kind of attention, focused without distraction, was unusual for them. They had all bent forward after standing up by their plates and leaning with their faces inches away from Lilly’s vagina. Chewing very slowly, if at all, there was barely a sound as I pushed my buttery penis to and fro, fore and aft. When it was completely immersed one by one they stirred and sighed an “Aaaah” of approval. They started munching again, slow and then increasing in cadence with the stroking. They chewed more rapidly and I followed the rhythm and stroked ever faster to keep up with their slurps.

“Tom has a biggest penis at the dairy,” said Reggie. “No, the bull has a bigger one,” demanded Virgil. “I’ll bet you not!”

I in no way wished to match penises with the Holstein bull. That was something which never needed verifying. I glared at the boys and they shy eyed back to their food. “Lilly?,” began Vern. “Do you want me to assist you?” Again I was alerted to something giving me chills. Vern assisting; what did that mean? “No, Vern. I’m going to ask Missus if she’ll help.” “Sure I will,” said the wife immediately turning out away from the stove. Her hands were loaded with bacon grease as she dipped from a cooling container above the warming shelf. “I’d love to grease him up! Very much so.”

I sincerely wondered what assistance Lilly needed in order to fuck me, one penis, one vagina, and I decided to whisper into Lilly’s ear as I bent over her to grab another piece of bacon from her plate. I let my penis soak while I chewed on the bacon as Lilly spoke low in response to my question. “The way we’re doing me doggie style won’t allow me to reach your anus. She knows what she’s doing. She’s really going to lubricate you up good and, please, I really don’t want to fuck you without having your penis performing tops. Get it? I now totally want to experience Fern’s detailed adjustments in you. This is going to be the best fuck yet.”

I did know from the recent past the wife knew how to reach up through my anus.

[And letting go, the orgasm, into the air seemed to turn the atmosphere rosy; this moment with the sisters in the kitchen which was usually academic research with their methods always tuning up the results]

The “Best Breakfast Fuck, Double BF,” as it would be known, was becoming so much more intricate an affair, much more involved with each passing juicy minute. One would assume it simple enough, albeit weird, but there seemed to be need for ceremony. And I was going to be anal’d by the dairy owner’s wife! In that I would come to know her perhaps a little better than I’d expected this soon. And again I worried about us getting caught in the act by family.

How would she explain being caught with her hand up inside my ass? Yet, Lilly was using her hand to demonstrate for the old man, and even strangers, because to them I was just livestock. I pondered perhaps there was no offense in fucking the two legged breeder livestock. How convenient that would be? No worries. I was free fuck free, no moral issues.

“I want to put syrup on his penis Lilly,” said John shyly. “Well, John, we’ll see.” She leaned up on her elbows as she continued to lay in front of the four boys who were lined up close drill to witness from their side of the table. She looked earnestly into each of their faces as she talked to them, haltingly with the motion of our rhythm. Again they gave her their undivided attention. “If you are good and eat all your breakfast...” “Butter,” chimed in Reggie. “Butter is better.” “Syrup,” repeated John. “Butter,” “Syrup,” “Butter,” “Syrup,” “Butter,” “Syrup,” “BOYS!” Lilly stopped the banter and she rose slightly more pushing up on her arms to make a point and squeeze tighter on my erection. “MMMMmmmmm.” Two moments passed and a whisper said, “Jelly and jam”. “If YOU are good -- eat ALL your breakfast we’ll let you add condiments to the fuck-bumpy-yummer pump!”

“Oh BOY!!”

“First one to get finished gets to suck my nipples too. You know what that means.” Suddenly a seriousness was cast over the guy’s demeanor and I assumed they already knew all about sucking nipples. The opportunity offered seemed almost to overwhelm them with possibilities. They all refocused their attention with no more squirreling around.

The food was consumed like wolves were devouring it. I managed to eat a little while I slowly pushed in and out of Lilly but was worried about the wife’s upcoming greasy anal finger fuck in play. I bent over Lilly, hugged her and reached for some pancake bites off of her plate when I felt the greasy back end attendant arrive and begin to put her hand in motion.

“Hold still Honey and I’ll treat you to MY technique. I haven’t done this in a while but how I love to do it.” The wife was smearing a big hand full of bacon grease up and down my butt crack. It was warm and semi melted as it dripped through my legs and surrounded my balls. She seemed to rub for an extra long time and I hoped she wasn’t feeling too unsure of herself with a lack of recent experience. Then, in went her finger tips with greased ease, smoother than normal, and her hand immersed actually suddenly. I was butt bound in the charms of the dairy owner’s wife.

Of course it made me nervous but the bacon grease really made it slick. Her work was slow and methodical as she, at first somewhat timid, pushed in and out, kept taking it completely out to reach around and stick her fingers in the cube of butter next to us on the table. The fingers coming out again and again felt tantalizing as the tingle repeated when her fingers re-entered my anus, bacon-butter-back again. Finally she went all the way with a twist and left her hand in as I felt the familiar penis back side stimulation do its thing.

Wow, my penis really responded with a first jerk up inside Lilly and a pinch in the tip.

Lilly suddenly stiffened up and moaned expressly, almost screamed with pleasure just as I kind of did too. Again it jerked up with an earnest squeeze but it felt great.

I remained leaning over in a hug, kissed her neck and back wrapping my arms all the way around as she remained up on her elbows. I used her breasts with my arms under to help hold her up which really stimulated the coitus. “Oooooh, GEEZ!” Bernice arrived with a large square pan full of bacon grease, winked at me as her eyes dropped to watch the wife’s arm in my butt and I felt more being smeared all up my crack, her hand again, out and in, plying magic for my erection and making my anus pucker wildly. Turns out the wife did know what she was doing but I was afraid that I’d poop with the crazy stimulations and now I had a real big audience to watch me get fucked from both ends.

I remembered my first experience with a finger in my anus and how gentle Lilly was in the midst of passion. She soothed the shock of first time, timing her probes while my mind was fogged in first time passion. She laid with me in bed, a very warm gorgeous naked first time in my life girl cuddling me, my erection fondled rubbing between her creamy legs. She was so sweet and so soft I was willing to let her have her way with me. And I had no idea how to act lying with her but it was wonderful.

Then I remembered Siza’s rough foreplay and many fingers, a hand rammed up my butt all at once, how rude that was. Amazingly even that finally soothed to almost a welcome intrusion. Now I was being finger fucked in the rear by an almost stranger, the dairy owner’s wife, who must have done it before because it actually felt very good and was adding great fuck enhancements to the breakfast. The wife was good, crazy good with the anus tricks; I hated to admit. I was maybe getting used to various folks sticking arms up in me. But there you go.

It’s a wonder what a person can get used to at the hands of strange and special creatures.

Lilly’s bottom was moving side to side, up and down, indicating the wife’s good hand work was extremely focused. She really knew the process, felt very welcome and my penis was doing some advanced tricks I could really feel inside Lilly. Lilly did too and she came to life, suddenly going faster, in and out in a great love rage better than any previous.

The boys were totally engrossed, unusually so. They started commenting and laughing nervously, pointing and poking each other for emphasis. They began chanting “Fuckety -Fuckety -Fuckety -Fuckety - Fuckety - Fuck” and holding Lilly’s arms to feel the energy passing from her. They all leaned way forward as the energy got greater and they took turns letting Lilly wet kiss them with her tongue. All four seemed to absorb the increasing energy building on table top as it creaked under the passion pressure. It seemed nobody remembered the offer of sucked nipples as the action intensified and my erection was doing something that maybe nobody expected. It held their attention focused on the buttery heating pumping point as Bernice poured more bacon grease on my lower back to let it run down my butt crack and steady lube the wife’s busy arm.

The table creaked louder and louder each time I pushed forward into Lilly and it shimmied as her sideways movements increased with the wife’s finger mastery. It eventually became a cacophony of noises in the malaise of table top fucking stress. I could feel more grease and butter being applied.

[Spending time with this pose because it simply changed my religion, my life re purposed, fucking Lilly, the sisters, anybody willing, took all logic and pointed it into a vagina, it made sense]

So integral they were, the wife and Bernice, in my handling, each and every meal in the kitchen. Even Bernice became capable of working her baster in my rectum - great results!

[I had my reservations about this technique and it was odd how much Bernice enjoyed being part of it with her turkey baster]

Now it was being smeared all over my back end and up my sides, smothered over my balls. I looked around and Bernice was helping slather my balls and butt crack like a Thanksgiving turkey with one of those giant eye dropper kitchen basting tools. The thing was really big and she seemed to be quite pleased in her work holding a big new pan of warm slimy stuff emphasizing our passion and leaning close to watch the hand go in and out with a funny schmucking sound.

[And there were many, many instances of Bernice’s baster work, just how that fit into the general scheme of my purpose I didn’t know. ]

She squeezed more goo on it like a drill tool being lubricated in process and when the wife pulled her hand out Bernice inserted the baster to fill my rectum with that goo. The returned hand was even more effective, loads of spurting noises, wilder action renewed and I couldn’t pay too much attention to either she or the wife as I needed to keep my attention set on Lilly’s resulting reactions.