Chapter 7

After visiting Jessica and Tom and their School, being home by myself was pretty lonely. As a high school senior, there were a lot of events and parties to go to, but Jess and Tommy had always been my best friends. I had a lot of really good friends, like Joey, Frank, and John but none as close as my brother and sister. At home I still had Shep as a constant companion, but he was getting old too. If we played, he was only good for some licks and one good one.

On a farm, there is always some kind of work to do so I was always busy. There are chores in the morning before you go to school. Then some of the same and some different chores in the evening when you get home in the afternoon. On weekends there is always the catch up stuff. Washing horses and donkeys. Cleaning stalls that were getting too full of straw and manure. Moving hay around in the loft as it gets later in the spring before new hay. Dad even had me helping in the fields. You have to do all the prep stuff before planting. First is plowing, then discing to bust up any dirt clods. Depending on what we were planting, we would sometimes use a harrow or culti-mulcher to make the prepared soil more fine. Corn grows well in ground that isn't smooth. Wheat however prefers the very well prepared soil. I planted a lot of corn as my Dad said I did a good job keeping the rows straight. Not very difficult to do that. Just pick a mark at the far end of the field for the first pass then keep all the other rows an equal distance apart. You can usually do this by watching where the front wheel of the tractor is then keeping the distance between it and the tracks from the previous pass the same. During the summer it was always a "woman's" job to cultivate or plow the corn, so I tried to make the rows as straight and equal spaced as possible. When you clean out the weeds between the cornrows with the cultivator, if the rows are not straight or are too close together, you end up digging up corn stalks instead of weeds. Pretty boring stuff, but that's part of what I did.

Weekends were always welcome. Most times I didn't go out on dates on Friday night. There were basketball games or foot ball games during the school year on Fridays but once that's over, nothing much happens. It's too much to get home from school, do you chores, get cleaned up and hope you get to a movie before it starts. But, Saturday night is date night in the country. By Friday, you have plans for Saturday and usually start getting ready early Saturday.

Mom and Dad had some place to go this Saturday night so I had the chores to do before I could get ready. Joey and I were going with Frank and Betty, John going stag, and another couple of farm friends of ours, Chuck and Shirley. Chuck and Shirley were still in high school like us but their parents had allowed them to get married. Strange arrangement but they were a ton fun to go out with. You would never know they were married. They always acted like they were on a date. I guess they were sort of.

Anyway I had all the feeding done early and was ruffling Shep's fur. He was nosing around my crotch probably trying to get ever-ready going for a little fun. The thought was pleasant but I didn't want to get all scratched up in the hayloft when I knew I was going to get some later. Shep persisted until I was thinking about it non-stop. A quickie wouldn't hurt and would feel pretty good. So I pulled a couple of burlap grain bags from a pile scattering small mice from their home. Using the bags as cushions for my knees, I pulled my pants down and off one leg then presented myself on hands and knees to my horny dog. He buried that cold nose in my pussy quick making me jump. His licks were making me even more ready. I've never been able to wait to cum so I was getting off with Shep's tongue, wiggling my bottom around. Shep must thought I was ready enough as he jumped up on my back with his legs hugging my waist. His bottom went into overdrive and he was humping air fast. That little sucker couldn't hit the hole so I had to reach between my legs to line it up. It was either that or get stabbed to death. By the time I got him started in, his cock was already fattening up. More nice than when they first get hard. Their dicks are pointy and thin.

Shep really likes to pound away. So do I. He goes so fast my clit gets a lot of pressure making be go off instantly. Shep didn't last long either, couldn't have been more than a minute or so before he was jammed to the hilt, knot in and gushing is stuff into me. I was cumming like gangbusters. As soon as he was done, he pulled his swollen dick out of me and lay down, to lick his dick soft. Seems like that would make it just swell up again doesn't it? Not caring about my drooling pussy, I pulled up my pants to go inside and get ready for my date.

When I walked out of the front of the barn toward the house I was met by no less than a dozen calves and heifers. "What the fuck." Some fence must be down or a gate open. I knew the side gate that I had gone through was closed but there are others. I walked around the barn trying to see what gate was open but found none. I could see a bunch of stock farther along the fence in the pasture these guys should be in. I opened the gate then slowly walked around the back of the group of escapees. Shep helped me get these guys in the fence but I still had to find the break in the fence. Not really thinking about the upcoming date, I took off down the fence line to see what was going on. As I went over a small rise, there were probably another twenty head of young stock wandering around the lane road. Shit, shit, shit. So not to turn them toward the main road, I walked slowly through them going down the fence line. Another hundred yards told the story. A huge branch had fallen onto the fence, pushing it down. There was a bunch of stock looking at the downed fence but not trying to cross it yet. They had to step around the tree branches while trying to avoid the barbed wire. Some animals are afraid to do exciting stuff. Some jump at the first chance.

I was pushing at the tree limb trying to roll it off the fence when a car came up the lane. It was Frank's convertible with both Joey and John with him. They stopped of course to see what they could do. I told them that one could stay there while another could help me herd the loose stock up the road to the barn gate to get them in the pasture. Frank stayed with his car while John, Joey, Shep and I herded the twenty or so loose critters toward the barn. As soon as we got them in, John went for a tractor and a rope from the machine shed. Joey got gloves and a chain saw from the tool room in the pump house and made sure it had gas. I picked up a couple of hammers, some wire staples, and am almost used up roll of barbed wire. We took all this back down to where the tree was down. Joey cut up the tree limb while the rest of us pulled the cut up wood away. When it was cleared, we saw that the fence was in bad shape. The limb had pushed the wire down popping the staples out of the fence post. We pulled the bottom mesh wire back up and straightened it up, then tacked that and the barbed wire back onto the post. While nailing we found the problem. The post was pretty soft. Probably ate up my termites. The creosote must not have been deep enough. To keep the animals away from that part of the fence, we piled the cut wood and brush in front of the soft fence post that had been torn down. Dad could fix it tomorrow. We climbed in Frank's car with the tools in the open trunk and went up to the house. I took my shoes off on the porch as all work shoes and boots stay outside the house.

"How come you guys are so early?" I asked.

"We thought we could come over and visit before we went out. We were already to go, but now we'll have to wash up some." Joey said.

"I gotta get ready so you guys wash up while I take a shower and make myself pretty." I said.

Joey grinned and said, "You're already the prettiest girl around Mel."

John and Frank were echoing Joey.

I blushed and thanked them but said I was dirty and needed a shower.

Joey was close to me and took me by the arm and turned me to him. He gave me a nice kiss while holding me with a flat hand to my back. I leaned into him to enjoy the kiss but began to worry that this could get out of hand quick. I could feel Joey's cock pushing against me through his pants. That turned me on but I still wanted a bath. The more he kissed me, the more I forgot about the bath. When one hand went from my back to my bottom and his other slid from my arm to by shirt covered breast, I was done for. I sagged against Joey gasping and groaning. John and Frank, hearing this came up behind me and said, "Let's help."

Joey kept kissing me while unbuttoning my shirt. John and Frank undid my pants and were sliding both pants and panties down at the same time.

"Oh, you guys. You just wanted some before your dates tonight. I know you guys. Damn, I'm so weak with you." I gasped and groaned lifting my feet to get my bottoms off.

Joey backed up to sit on a chair dragging me with him. He sat and I ended up sitting on his hard dick facing away from him.

"Man are you wet Mel." Joey said. "What have you been doing. Your leaking all over me."

To take his mind off what he had discovered I started bouncing up and down rapidly. He groaned as I squeezed his dick with my every ready pussy. I love to fuck.

John and Frank were standing on either side of us shoving their dicks at me. I leaned one way and sucked one then leaned the other way and took another in. Knowing John had a short fuse, I concentrated on him while I was fucking myself on Joey. As soon as I sucked John in and held him in while sucking and stroking his balls drew up, he gasped, and his juice started pouring in my mouth. He must not have come in a week as he pumped my mouth full. As soon as he was done and I had swallowed the evidence, I turned again for Franks long skinny one. I took Frank in my mouth and began to suck. Joey meanwhile was going to blow. He was grunting and groaning saying he was going to do it. I kept right on going up and down, squeezing with my pussy, cumming, and sucking Frank.