Chapter 34

After our run to the make the delivery to the market, we were home in time for the delivery from the restaurant supply warehouse. With all the help putting it away it only took a few minutes. Elsie and Bob were at the Jackson house. Linda was at Seagraves. So far she liked the job with the engineering group.

Sherman was going to haul the rest of Amos’s wheat in the next couple days, then we needed to finish hauling most of ours. We needed to keep enough to make feed for the livestock until next summer’s harvest. Corn harvest was 45 days away at the most.

We cleaned the house and had loads of laundry to do, mostly sheets and towels. Running around naked, short shorts, and barely there tops barely made a washer load for all of us together.

The girls were tanning by the pool for a couple of hours when Carol, Helen and Samantha wanted to try being vaginally fisted. Elsie and Celeste wanted to try getting anally fisted. I placed all the toys in a bucket of light chlorine to deep sanitize them again. An hour later the chlorine was dumped and replaced with plain water twice to get rid any remaining chlorine.

With the dildos on the wall again Samantha, Carol and Helen worked on all the mounted dildos to get stretched and loose on them. The change up this time was all three were going to attempt to be fisted at the same time. Celeste, Elsie and I were going to do the fisting.

Tomorrow we would swap and they would try to fist us. I wanted to get past this kink as quickly as possible. The three city girls would know how it felt and how to do it to each other, if it was something they wanted to do back in the city. There was still anal fisting to do with the others yet to get them up to speed with it.

After the James and Sherman dildos the vaginal fisting went faster than I thought. I figured it would take two-three attempts over two or three days for them to be successful, but I was wrong. It only took about fifteen minutes for the fist to be out of sight in the pussy of Samantha and 20 minutes for Carol and Helen. It was the same process as anal; two fingers, then three and then four. Lube and more lube, roll the wrist, push and ease up, push some more, roll some more.

They were happy and smiling in little pain or discomfort; playing with their clits and nipples had helped. They wanted more.

“How deep can you get? Can you turn the fist? Lift it up can I see it move in my abdomen? Stroke it while I rub my clit so I can see if I can cum with in there?’’

‘‘Oh my yes that feels good! Do more! OH I’m going to cum!” The questions went on and on.

Finally they were finished - exhausted was more like it. I was glad. Glad they were happy, glad they had cum, and glad they had enough for one day. My shoulder hurt and my hand felt like it had been in an oven from the heat and lube.

I sent them into the shower to do an extended washout with the wand. My fist had been in Samantha, I didn’t know a pussy was so deep. Maybe it was because of James and Sherman. Maybe female internal anatomy moved and adjusted to accommodate big cocks and then toys and fists.

I was nearly as deep in Samantha’s pussy as I had been in her ass. Not quite but close and she loved it. We were a strange group of girls. We had just finished when Glinda called.

‘‘May we come over tomorrow after you get home from the market? Winnie and Evanora want to come over too. Will the guys be there in the afternoon so we can do another edging game? They are excited to try,’’ Glinda said.

“I’m sure the guys will be here later in the afternoon. It will give us time to tan by the pool and get intimately acquainted,’’ I said.

The girls were excited that more were coming, more to play the game - the guys wouldn’t stand a chance. More girls to play with. Could we recruit another couple of guys somewhere for replacements?

Elsie and Celeste did the anal washout and a full lube shooter. This time Helen and Samantha were doing the fisting while I operated the camera. Fifteen minutes later Helen and Samantha were both nearly to their elbow and the Elsie and Celeste were both crying out with their orgasms.

With all that out of the way I started supper and baking - I was going to bake extra today so we would have more time to play tomorrow if needed.

Sherman and James came home early. Sherman had run into Roscoe Barnes at the mill. Roscoe has bought 200 chicks the same time as we had from the AG store. They were producing too many eggs for his needs and he was willing to sell 150 of them.

Sherman and James were going back to town to get metal layer nests and more chicken coops from the AG store. Tomorrow they would go pick up the full grown layers and bring them home. Even with more coops it was going to take at least two, possibly three trips with the pickup unless Sherman took the flat equipment trailer.

If he did, I hoped he would remember to drive slower or we may have naked chickens running around the yard. All that wind would blow a lot of feathers off.

The extra eggs would make Ellie happy because she was running out every day. One solution creates another problem that I settled with an order to the AG store and that was for 4 cases of egg crates to put the eggs in.

Carol and Elsie both were helping cook today. The other girls were nearby lending a hand as needed and surprisingly asking questions about cooking. Of course there was plenty of talk about the fisting and all the girls coming tomorrow. They wanted to know if we could play more today when all the cooking was finished.

Sherman and James were home with the layer nest. It took all of us helping to get them into the chicken house and mounted on the walls. Each nesting hole had to have straw placed in them and hand formed into a little nest for the hen to lay in. The hens would form the straw over several days to fit.

There were now hens nest on all the walls in the chicken house with the exception of the entrance door and the two windows for air flow. They started a foot off the ground and went three feet high. There was a wide board so the hens could walk along and find an empty nest to lay her eggs in. There were inclined boards to allow them to reach each level.

More hanging feeders were hung - we used a coal bucket to fill them. A coal bucket has an oblong narrow snout to pour the contents out verses an oval as with a ten quart bucket or a 5 gallon bucket. The reason for the narrow snout was old fashion coal stoves used in chicken houses from decades ago only had an opening 8 inches wide to pour coal in.

The coal stoves were long gone except in farm life museums, but the coal bucket lived on as it was useful for so many things. They worked well for the layer feed we made with the mix mill. More water troughs were hung. They were connected to the water system making them automatic.

One indication that you needed more nests was when eggs started appearing out in the run area of the coop. That had started several days ago.

I wondered how long it would be before they recovered from the shock of being moved and started laying again, then I wondered how many roosters would be in the group. We had killed all but a dozen roosters in our group. I didn’t see the need to keep many more. I hoped old Roscoe didn’t pull a fast one and send mostly roosters.

Supper tonight was chicken and dumplings - one of our roosters to be exact. Green beans and peas from the garden along with biscuits and apple pie would finish the meal off. I had a three hole crock pot for the veggies and a separate pot for the chicken.

With the baking in the final stages the girls took off to the bedrooms with a bottle of lube, several dildos and two strap on harnesses. They were going to play by themselves until the guys came home and that suited me just fine. I was amazed that with all the sex they were getting, they could even sit still in the kitchen chair.

The guys came in an hour later and James and Bob disappeared into their rooms. A few minutes later the showers were running with moans and groans a little while later.

I gave Sherman the rundown on tomorrow as I was baking while waiting on the chicken to finish cooking.

‘‘Go get the chickens early and try to be done by at least noon, no later than 2. Glinda, Cassandra, Winnie, and Evanora were coming at 10 so we could check them out and tan a while and then give them an oral lesson on the dildos. If the vibes seemed OK they wanted to play the edging game at 3.”

That would make 10 pussies on two cocks or 9 on three if Sherman played and I was time keeper. I was fine with that as long as I got my needs taken care of after the game.

We made good time getting things to the market and were home well before 10. We heard Cassandra’s rice burner coming up the lane towards us in a cloud of dust. That was another thing that needed doing - grade the lane and add a heavy coat of stones.

At the pool everyone piled on the quilts we had carried out for the occasion. Carol, Elsie, Samantha, Helen, Celeste, Glinda, Cassandra and I stripped off and tossed our clothes in a pile.

Winnie and Evanora looked startled. I wondered if the visit today was voluntary or a pressured visit. The answer came quickly as they started undressing.

‘‘All you girls are shaved there, we aren’t, we seem out of place - or is it out of style?’’ Winnie said.

‘‘For gentle easy sex it does not matter. But for multiple partners and aggressive sex it is better shaved. Clean up is easier- just a quick wipe and it is fresh, looks better to make the men horny and you need a lot less lube. Trying to get stray pussy hair out of your teeth or mouth can kill the mood,’’ Carol said.