Chapter 35

The trio from the city got another week’s extension to their stay. I was thinking the moms and dads were happy for the peace and quiet or maybe they found a new partying style or maybe their love life. The calls lasted only minutes and there was no begging in the conversations.

The corn would be ready in three weeks to start shelling. The stalks were turning brown and the ears would soon turn towards the ground. School on video would start a few days after.

Summer was going quickly between the baking and the crazy sex. After the run to the market, a few minute talk with Ellie and a stop at the restaurant warehouse, I rode around on the Gator with Sherman, James and Bob. We rode in the pasture looking at the beef cattle.

Two were going to be butchered before corn shelling. Amos was going to get half of one for his freezer and we were going to take the rest of that one and put in ours. We had several customers that bought the meat straight from the locker. The second steer was going to be sold to two of those customers with each getting a half, split down the middle from nose to tail.

Those two cattle needed to be penned up and fed nothing but hay and ground feed. Sometimes all pasture grass tainted the meet meat with a grassy taste. Penning them up eliminated that problem.

The same was happening to four of the hogs. They were no longer pigs. Sherman estimated they weighed two hundred pounds already. The ideal weight for slaughter on hogs was 220 pounds. In thirty days they would gain the 20 pounds needed.

Then we would have plenty of our own hickory smoked bacon and hams, sausage, scrapple, tenderloin and pork roast. Amos was going to take select cuts from one of the hogs for now, but later on he wanted a whole hog. He was anticipating the house being done with Linda and the kids moving in. The next group of hogs that would be ready would be sold to customers.

When I stopped at the supply store today Madge and I talked again about going to her swap party. It was obvious she wanted new and younger faces. I turned the tables on her and invited her and her husband, her girl friend with the inflated boobs and her husband to come play our edging game with us on Saturday; that was tomorrow.

I explained the edging game to answer her question. Two more cocks would be nice giving Sherman, Bob, and James a little breather between pussies. We would have a cookout after the game to allow them to recuperate, before they had to drive back to town and social time. I explained the rules and that all cock and pussy be bare for our play.

‘‘No problem with that,’’ Madge said.

Madge’s girlfriend Wendy - who I had met at the box store - had the inflatable breasts implants. They were at least F - might even be G - and must have been air filled as high as they were on her chest.

I couldn’t imagine them being jell or saline filled, it would take a super bra or a support crane to hold them up. The day I had seen her she was braless with big pointers aimed straight ahead in the air conditioning. The guys would love playing with them.

I called the former Goth girls and asked if they could come play Saturday instead of today at 2. There would be new studs and two more females to add to the fun. New studs? They were excited to wait until tomorrow.

It was a good thing we had postponed today’s play; James and Sherman ran into the house for the guns. There were coyotes in the pasture stalking the cows.

We had a couple of varmint rifles for just that occasion. They were Remington 700’s 22-250 caliber with big fancy scopes. Five minutes later two coyotes were dead, a few seconds later two more were dead.

The other two must have been young ones; they ran to the edge of the pasture and waited. Seconds later they were dead. In less than 10 minutes a six pack was dead.

The damage was already done - the cattle were in the beans. It took all six of us the rest of the afternoon to coral the cattle and fix the fences. The vet was called to look at a couple of the cattle where the fence had cut them as they ran through.

When the vet came he called the Agriculture Department because the coyotes were a protected species but fair game when they were attacking livestock - but it still had to be reported.

While we were waiting on the federal agent from the Wildlife Department, we cleaned the bunk room in the barn since we were having so many guests on Saturday. The bunk room had only been used lightly and just needed cleaning. It had a hot water heater, shower stall, a flush, a urinal and sinks.

It had been built not long after Mom had passed for hired help. A year later Sherman downsized his goals, let the hired help go and joined forces with Amos. It has been built fancy with tile, insulated, rodent tight and everything. The guys used it - and now that all the girls were here - they did too.

I cleaned it every few days, carried the dirty towels to the house and washed them. I was also keeping the extra quilts in its storage cabinets. The attached room with the bunks was empty, the bunks long gone. There were rodent poison and traps all around the outside of the room.

Today I sprayed the entire room with cleaner, hosed it down and then sprayed it with a light spray of chlorine and another rinse. The girls dusted and cleaned the cabinets, counters, sinks and the big mirrors.

The federal agent was upset when he saw the dead coyotes. They were part of a release and tagging program; all were wearing tracking devices. They had been released over two hundred miles away a month ago. There was little he could do now - they were all dead - except remove the bodies for a scientific review and return the tracking devices.

Egg production was picking up. Twenty four dozen had been collected today. Ellie would be happy. We started cooking immediately after the agent and vet left. Ellie was still saying she wanted more of the baked goods to sell - she would have plenty to sell tomorrow.

Carol, Elsie, Samantha and I were all working on various things for the oven or for the cooker. We made ten dozen glazed donuts, ten dozen blueberry donuts, five dozen other donuts and dozens of filled pastries.

The donuts were made assembly line fashion. Two working on the dough, one cutting and another placing them in the cooker and flipping them over. Then they went onto the cooling rack and finally the glaze and icings.

Then there were the turnovers; apple, cherry, and lemon. We made 36 cakes of all different types and a dozen pies; apple, chocolate, lemon and a mincemeat that someone kept asking for.

To make good mincemeat pie you have to add wine. We all had to sample a small glass. Then there were twenty four cakes. The girls were making the icing and all of us did tasting to make sure it was right. We were going to take both trucks tomorrow - we had to.

We had just closed down the baking when Madge called. ‘‘I know this is short notice but do you think you could accommodate four more women in tomorrow’s play. We girls played cards today and edging was put into the discussion. They are all in their early thirties, very pretty and interested,’’ Madge said.

‘‘Are the two husbands still coming?’’ I said.

‘‘Yes,’’ she said.

‘‘OK then, it will still work, you read them the rules and how the play would go down and they will stay for the cookout. So it’s no problem,’’ I said.

We were at the market at seven, it was already busy as Ellie and we filled the display case with the baked goods. It was filled to the limit - I now knew the amount I could bake to fill the case. Even after all the baking there were thirty six dozen eggs in the case.

We stayed to help Ellie get past the early rush and it was a rush. Ellie kept a separate cash tray for my goods. In it was my money from yesterday’s sales - minus her percentage - secured by a rubber band with a scrap of paper with the amounts.

I had not deposited any of the monies yet, just putting it in an old Maxwell House coffee can in the filing cabinet. It was one more thing I needed to do before we extended the lease on my site.

We were back home at 11 - I suggested that all the girls do a close shave and a washout of both holes before 2 when our guest were to arrive. They had started when Winnie, Evanora, Glinda and Cassandra came. I gave them the same advice. Both bathrooms were busy.

While they were doing that Sherman, James, Bob, and I set up the barn. There were going to be five men so we set up six bales covered with tarps and then quilts. The sixth was for the timer and the bottles of lube. I had a silicone gallon pump, KY liquid and jell, and anal ease for anyone if they wanted lube. I doubled anyone would use all of it; it would taste cruddy.

We set up three of those 8 foot plastic folding tables for them to put their personal things on while the play was going on. I made one more check of the bunk room bathroom to make sure it looked and smelled clean.

If all the women showed up there would be 17 women and 5 men in play. I asked Sherman what was going to happen after the game was over with a group like this. I knew he and Mom had done some swap meets.

‘‘Usually after the initial party plans have been completed there is a short social pause for drinks and talk followed by an orgy. Sometimes they pair up with their partner and if the women have been eyeing a particular cock they want to try, they ask if it is available,’’ Sherman said.

‘‘You have to have an open mind, women may want to make it with another women and sometimes a man will want to have another man. Three-some and four-some most always happen so the girls need to be made aware that may happen. I have talked with James and Bob about it. They have done some at the request of the girls so it will be a wait and see,’’ Sherman said.

‘‘Another thing is kink, sometimes requested by some of the players. Lots of people would like to try lots of things. Lots of people would like to watch, even if they wouldn’t want to participate. The thing to remember is everyone has to agree beforehand,’’ Sherman said.

‘‘Before the visitors arrive, let’s get everyone together and talk about it so things are not a surprise. Also, we need to bring out a cooler for soda, tea and lemon aid and plenty of towels,’’ I said.

There were already towels in the bunk room but not nearly enough for this group. When we went in they were done with the cleanouts and waiting in tee shirts and shorts. We had the conversation that Sherman and I talked about in the barn.

They were understanding. Girl-girl was something we had been done before with all of them and often. Bob and James had played too. The guys wanted to see girl on girl and the girls wanted to see them on each other so an agreement was reached. We had done kink on our own, girl-girl was a kink, guy-guy was a kink, threesomes, fisting - both anal and vaginal - were kinks to some people. We had done all of that. Just not with an audience of 25 people.