Slapped Upside the Head, p3

Slapped Upside the Head, part 3

For her third back surgery in 12 months, the wife has done just fine. I guess any eight inch, five vertebrae cut with insertion of rods and cage is bound to hurt, and it does, but she's a trooper. Anyway, we're home as of August 1, so I'm posting this. Four might be coming quickly or slowly, but hopefully not as slowly as part 3. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers for her, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

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I took a picture of the final decree, and sent it to the members of the gang of six. Bill did the same. I got back five thumbs up emoji, and one question: "What are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing much, why? You coming to visit, old buddy?"

"If you want me to. Do you?"

"I guess so, unless you think I faked the decree." I was playing hard to get and being a jackass. There wasn't anything I'd rather do, but she had ghosted me for months. All of them had, except Amy.

"See you Friday around noon, at your trailer, if that works."

"Sure. Bring a micro-mini bikini, a couple of dressy short dresses, and some boots and jeans for horseback riding. If you're staying past the weekend, bring more of each."

"Do I get a hint about what we're doing?"

"Sure - we've been waiting fifteen years to do it!"

"Sigh. Anything else?"

"Maybe, but I'll buy you proper clothes if we do something you don't have clothes for."

Bill's picture got five thumbs up and a question, from Tricia: "Can I come up? I know I haven't been responding to your emails or voicemails, but I really enjoyed my last visit. We made a deal to wait for the official divorce decree, and I didn't want to break it twice."

He sent thumbs up to her, and asked when. "Friday at noon okay? I can ride with Gina."

Another thumbs up, and we left the café in Oklahoma City with two middle fingers showing in the rear window. My attorney had already raped Rita in Plano, and Bill's did the same to Claudia in OKC, thanks to Daddy Warbucks! On our side, we had the documents their daddy's lawyers wrote, we had the video and audio, and they had bluster and bullshit that didn't stand up to scrutiny. Both judges gave them frowns after their presentation, and we both came out smelling like roses. I did give Rita $200,000 she didn't deserve for the good years before she skanked out, and Bill left Claudia the house and her car. Not out of the goodness of his heart: because he was never coming back!

All they had to do to benefit from our generosity was to sign a little agreement that all decisions were hereby finalized. Actually, we weren't being generous - we just wanted the fuck out, and no more bullshit from them or daddy! And so here we are, headed south on the IH 35 autobahn going ninety and trying to not get run over by cars truly hauling ass in the 'fast lane'!

After the exhilaration died down, it got quiet in the car. I didn't shed tears like Bill did, but my eyes watered a lot. We did the right thing when they did the wrong thing, over and over, but a lot of young dreams and nights of passion were left in the rear view mirror.

When we veered off to get to US 281, Bill asked if we could stop and eat. I hadn't noticed I was hungry, but we did a good job on our chicken fried steaks. We were still a couple of hours from Chance, but I called Kay and Charlie to tell them they had two single men coming home.

There was no answer, so we left a message and got back on the road. Two hours and seven minutes later, we were pulling up to the four-way stop where I ate when I first moved down here. I rode slowly around the square to see if there were any advertised events this weekend, and saw they had a local band playing Saturday night at the party area behind the craft beer, winery, and distillery. That worked for Bill and me, if the ladies were up for it.

Friday morning we took two of the five horses I bought from a neighbor a few pastures west, saddled them, and took them for a ride. Bill was still unsure about horseback riding, but all these horses were between 7 and 14 years, and gentle as can be. None had bucked, or tried to run off, or anything else he feared, so he was learning to be a horseman.

Gina and Tricia arrived at straight up noon. After somewhat awkward greetings, I took Gina's stuff to the RV and Bill took Tricia's to the trailer. I watched the ginger go up the steps while waiting on Gina, and noticed she might have gained a few pounds in her ass and legs, which was a good thing. But she was still tits on a stick!

Gina, on the other hand, might have lost a few pounds in her waist, ass, and legs. "Hey, scrawny - you been dieting and working out? Looking a mite skinny, for you."

The blush and smile meant she had, but she just ordered me to quit watching her ass. Those were wasted words, and she knew it when she uttered them. "If you don't want me to watch, don't have such a prime ass and legs!" That drew nothing at all.

Figuring Amy's strategy was a good one, I dropped her bags on the couch and walked directly to her. She looked confused until I put both hands under her ears and kissed her. She briefly resisted, and waited a few seconds to see if I would stop if she didn't join in. I pressed my tongue against her lips, and then past them to her teeth, and pressed to get in.

When her mouth opened, I began dueling with her tongue, and also moved my hands from her head, down her back, over the curves of her chest, waist, and hips, and then grasped both muscular cheeks tightly. The sound of her whimpering was one of the best sounds I'd ever heard, and I pulled her tightly against me. She felt my hard cock and pressed herself against it. I turned my mouth to the left side of her nose and continued the kiss for a few more minutes, while exploring her delectable body over her shorts, bra, and blouse.

Tired of the feel of cloth, even while reveling in the smell and taste of her, I broke our kiss and embrace, looked her in the eye, and said, "Fifteen years is too long - I want you naked, now!"

I opened the first button on her blouse; she opened the second and third and told me to get her shorts off. I did as she instructed, falling to my knees and pulling the elastic waistband shorts over her magnificent butt, down those muscled thighs, over her knees and calves, and she stepped out of them. She looked damn good in pink panties and a matching bra; she looked much better without them!

One hand on each muscular cheek pulled the sparse, wet blonde pubic hair toward my mouth. She stumbled slightly when I pulled, but quickly regained her balance and thrust her juicy and sweetly fragrant pussy at my face. My first taste of her was incredible! Even better than my fifteen years of fantasizing had conceived! I had eaten her sister too many times to count, but never this delectable feast - and I did feast upon her! I inserted fingers into her and feasted until her knees began to buckle, and her trembles and cries signaled her first orgasm at my hands, and tongue!

I watched her from beginning to end, and knew her nipples were hard enough to burst. I gave her a few minutes on cruise control, then curled my fingers and explored until I found that tiny rough patch behind the mons. She yelped; I patted it gently, tongued her clit, reached up and tweaked her nips one after another, and she reacted violently, holding my head against her, writhing and crying out in pleasure. That continued until she did collapse, onto the couch behind her knees.

She pushed my head back, gasping for air, and stared at the broad smirk on my face. "Oh my god! I should have taken you away from her as soon as I grew a body, when you two were seniors! That was the greatest sex of my life!"

"That was only the appetizer, Ginalee! I know more tricks to deploy against the walls you've always kept between us, and when you leave - if you do - your world will be different, and so will mine.

She looked at me between hooded eyelids and suggested, "I seem to remember a bed somewhere in here. If you intend to deploy any more forces against me this afternoon, I'd like to be on a flat surface so I don't fall over and crack my skull!"

I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't rush her, but the circumstances called for revision of my battle plans, so I escorted her to my bed, turned the sheets down, and ordered her to strip me. She went about it with precision, ending up on her knees with my briefs, jeans, and belt around my ankles. She looked up at me with those pretty green eyes, pursed her lips, and made fellatio slow and passionate love making.

I soon knew the loss of equilibrium against which she had earlier fought, and pried her off the object of her affection with a large degree of regret. But I wanted to be inside her lush and luscious body when I came for the first time. I laid down on the bed, shiny cock reaching for the sky, and invited her to take a ride. Those expressive eyes lit up as she stood. "You mean I get to drive?" she asked with delight.

I held my arms up to her in response. She climbed onto the bed, straddled me, lined herself up, and took me for the ride of a lifetime. All that athleticism, all those muscles, and all that passion in one body should be illegal! I used every trick I knew, but we were going to suffer from my premature ejaculation because she was just too great a sensory treat.

To my surprise, when I ejaculated into that hot, wet, velvety tunnel, her eyes flew open, she buried me inside her, made circles with her hips, and experienced an explosive orgasm that was probably only a tenth of mine! Even then, it caused her to collapse bonelessly on my fatigued body.

I have no idea how long we remained attached while in a stupor, but only the pounding on the door brought me out of the trance I was in. I gently rolled my old buddy onto the mattress, slipped on a pair of shorts, and answered the door. Bill laughed; Tricia gasped and asked if Gina was all right. I chuckled and asked why she would think she wasn't, and she replied, "Based on the condition you're in, and her clothes being scattered all over the room, with her luggage still unpacked, maybe."

"Well, stop wasting electricity and cool air - come on in. I'll roust her."

"If you want to go swimming in the daylight, you need to do more than that!"

I picked up her suitcase in one hand, her makeup case in the other, and managed to snag most of her discorded clothes with the fingers of that hand. Unfortunately, that didn't include her bra and panties, so Tricia tossed her bra over my shoulder and pulled her panties over my head.

I carried it all to my bedroom, kicked the door wide open, and entered. The new, improved, slutty and insatiable version of my old buddy Ginalee didn't want to leave the trailer, but I convinced her there was plenty more where that came from, and a break would only help me recharge.

She went into the restroom and used the shower wand to remove the cloudy whitish stuff draining onto her legs, dried off, and returned naked. She tossed her suitcase on the bed, opened it, and found what she was looking for. By this time, having watched her move from room to room, bend over to pick up the suitcase, and again to explore its contents, all I wanted to do was bend her over something and either puppy fuck her or commit sodomy!

Unfortunately, she saw my intent and said, "Nahuh! You let them in - you have to get dressed too! We can try whatever that is you're imagining after we swim and you recharge!"

I pointed down. "I'm already recharged - see!"

Before I could cut her off, she escaped back into the bathroom carrying a tangle of dark orange strings, and locked the door. I put on my shortest shorty swimsuit and an A-shirt, grabbed beach towels, and took them to my truck.

"We riding together?" "Sure, why not," Bill replied. I checked to make sure we had two ground cloths and blankets, and watched the door for Tits and Wonder Woman.

Soley for effect, they walked down the stairs carrying their coverups, and Bill and I came very close to cancelling the swimming adventure before they giggled and put them on. "I don't know if putting them on now is any help," Bill warned. "You can't unsee what we just saw, and if we didn't want to feel your slippery bodies in the water, we'd carry you away to our caves right now!"

They giggled some more, enjoying the lumps in our shorts while we rode over to the ranch and down to the swimming holes. Gina burst out laughing along the route when she saw the head of my lump peek above the elastic of the skimpy swimsuit, so Tricia lunged forward to see what she saw, and did! A gasp, and more giggles, and then we were on the bank above the swimming hole. We laid out the ground cloths and covered them with blankets, then set the ice chests on the ground by them.

"Anything non-alcoholic to drink in there?" Gina asked. "Or something to eat?" Tricia added.

"Ice chest one has water, Dr. Pepper, and beer; ice chest two had a variety of dried meats, a veggie tray, and a sack full of sandwiches - what would you like," Bill asked. They wanted dried meats, veggies, and DP to start, with bottled water traveling to the river with us.

It was after four, but still 8 or 9 on the UV ray scale, so I asked if they would like to sunbathe while we ate. Gina's look was too cute, and her response was cuter. "Based on the look you gave me earlier, I'm thinking about swimming in my coverup. Or maybe going back and getting sweats! We are in mixed company now, Mr. McMillan, and I expect your best behavior if we do agree to swim with you two oversexed ruffians!" Then she winked.

Bob and Tricia laughed until their bellies hurt, and so did I. She stood there the whole time with hands on hips and a no nonsense look on her freckled cheerleader face, and then laughed, shucked her coverup, and took a seat beside the two trays and a DP. Eating with the ladies was distracting due to the lovely body parts exposed, including a taut stomach topped by amazing breasts in Tricia's case, and an amazing butt and legs below a tight tummy and fascinating boobies in Gina's.

Bill was handing this better than I was, but then, he hadn't lusted after Tricia for 15 years, as I had Gina! The swimming pool was little better than the blanket; the views of their slippery bodies fluctuated in the water, like a Disney mermaid movie. We swam around, treaded water, and sat on the limestone ridge around the pool, getting to know each other more than flirting. Yes, I'd known Gina for 20 years, but we hadn't seen each other in eight years, so I never knew her as an adult until now.

I asked about her ex, and got a tirade from Tricia, while Gina hung her head.

"She married a blooming idiot!" Tricia said, "It's guys like Lance that have kept me single! All kindness, attentiveness, loving and passionate - until the ceremony was over and she talked about planning their family! 'Whoa, Nellie! Kids! No, not until we're in our thirties!' 'But you said...' 'Yes, but I'm too young to be a dad!' And too virile to be harnessed to one woman, though he didn't say that until she caught him for the second time in a month, with different women."

"Once she started looking, Gina discovered at least six mistresses, and more likely twice that number. Most were married, and when she named them in her divorce proceedings, the shit hit the fan all over Fort Bend ISD! She quit, despite the pleadings of her principal and athletics director, and moved to College Station, where she was quickly hired."

"You were giving me hell about being a fool for a nice butt and legs last time we were together. Let me guess - tall, blonde, handsome, and well built?"

"Brownish blonde, but yeah - I'm a fool too!" She admitted with head still hung.

"And he changed his mind about kids after getting married - that also sounds familiar. So maybe I'm no more of a fool than a lot of others."

"Rub it in anymore and I'll be sleeping at Kay's tonight," she replied with a devilish grin.

I yanked her off the shelf and dunked her, then fled across the pool onto the shelf dividing the swimming and deeper diving pool. Instead of diving into the next pool, I climbed the Limestone bank, up the ladder, and onto the platform for the swing. The river was deeper than usual and crystal clear, so there was no concern about hitting bottom or a limb. I took the rope in hand and challenged the women. "Either of you brave enough to swing into the pool?"

Gina was closer; she paused to look at Tricia, and then climbed the bank. I saw the smirk but didn't heed it, or the fact that Tricia was right behind her. "So what's the challenge, Kirk? Best form, least splash, or degree of difficulty?" I knew I was in trouble, but I said, "All three!"

Tricia grabbed the rope out of my hand and stated that she was going first, to set the standard! I reminded her not to go out too far, or she'd land on limestone. She smiled, took a quick step, took up the rope, and made a graceful arc out and started back, before doing a back flip into the deepest water. Other than a small splash, that was graceful and challenging. Gina caught the rope when it returned, gave Tricia time to get out of the way, swung out and started up, and did a gainer. No splash, great form, high degree of difficulty = high score.

But they didn't know I'd been practicing, under the watchful eye of coaches Kay and Charlie. I also did the gainer, but with a full twist, and entered lightly, with barely a splash. IMO, I win on degree of difficulty! We couldn't decide among ourselves, so we turned to Bill. "Nope, no way! One of you is my date, one of you is my boss, so there isn't a way in which I come out ahead! Three way tie!"

After the grousing, we grabbed out flip flops and wandered down the bank to the Pecan grove, where the trees were too densely packed to use a shredder, so the trail ended at the high grass and weeds. On the way back, skinny Tricia's stomach growled; she put a hand on it and proclaimed, "I'm hungry!"

We laughed and forged ahead to the sandwiches. They were ham, turkey, and cheese on Kay's homemade bread, with mayo, mustard, lettuce, tomatoes, and chips, with homemade Bread and Butter pickles on the side. Bill and I thought we made too many, but we barely had enough. For hardbodies, those girls could eat!

"So, tonight?" I asked as we neared the trailers. "Live music at the food court behind the distillery, winery, and brewery? Or rest up after all that travel and go there tomorrow night?"

Gina immediately answered, "Dance!" but she got outvoted by the rest of us, so she capitulated with a grin. I knew she was only joking, because she had snuggled up pretty close on the way back, and her hand was high on my thigh, near the lump.

Gina was probably the biggest girl I'd ever been with, at 5'9 or 10 and probably 150 pounds of shapely muscle. Her boobs were a generous B cup, perfectly shaped with dark pink aureoles, and half inch long, light pink nipples. After I chewed and sucked on them a bit, they turned dark red but they started off light pink. Her labia were the same medium pink as her lips, and they were outlined by silky blonde pubic hairs that were unlike any I'd known.

Her smell was slightly fragrant, like a spring flower, and her taste was light and flavorful. Add the flat belly, pinched waist, round butt, and pretty titties, and I was wondering what kind of idiot Lance was, or where he found better pussy in a nicer package! I needed to talk to him some time - he either found the fountain of fine pussy, or he needed to be kicked in the balls for fucking around on this fine woman!

Of course, I told her all that after another scrumptious feast and fuck fest, which earned me a blow job until stiff, and a world-class doggie! She then offered virgin anal, but that would have to wait for a Tesla-length recharge! She was a bedful!

She rescinded the offer when we awoke an hour later, and I had to settle for missionary, staring into her eyes while she expressed her appreciation for my staying power and technique, screwed up her face, chanted my name preceded by OH! a number of times, and then howled while her eyes rolled up in her head and shook like a California earthquake!

You can only imagine how proud I was when she begged me to stop and rest with her. We snuggled naked, which by now she should have known meant she'd awaken with a hard cock between her cheeks or in her puss, but she was fearless until said cock found the other hole back there about midnight. The whole area was covered in slimy emissions, so I had the head in before she awoke enough to fuss, and by then I had one finger drumming her clit and the other hand caressing her swollen boobies, so other feelings offset the fullness and we climaxed together - something I never thought would happen when in Gina's back door.

I guess it somehow worked for her, because she told me in the shower that she wanted to do it again, but not for a day or two until the soreness waned. I willingly agreed, imagining myself back in that perfect ass again by Sunday, and happy she was staying at least that long!

We enjoyed a lazy spoon sex treat when we awoke, showered, ate breakfast, and called next door. "Ready for that horseback ride, Chief Standing Bear?"

"You betcha, President Jackson! Gonna show me that rich, beautiful land you promised us Injuns if we'd give up our Appalachian homeland?"

"Probably not, but you should get a look at some prime whitetails."

That earned me a laugh from Bill and a blow to the head from Gina. They were cute as can be in their tight jeans, leather belts, and boots, with pastel UV protection shirts, and straw cowboy hats. Of course, when we arrived, they decided they had to see the house first, and the restored barn second, and then ride horses. I reminded them that the later it gets the hotter it gets, and that we could enjoy cool beverages while we tour the buildings, if we rode horses while it was still only hot, not 105.

They groused, but we saddled the horses, adjusted the stirrups to match their leg length, and climbed aboard. Bill had gone from terrible and terrified to a good rider with shallow confidence; Tricia was expert, and Gina was in Bill's class. We took our time, holding them to a walk through the front pasture, which gave me the chance to show them my autumn garden space, the oats patch, the corn patch, and the grain (maize) patch near the entrance to the back pasture.

The brush got heavier in the back pasture, so we stuck to the ATV trails rather than game trails, but we did see game of various kinds, including bobwhite quail. Like the deer, they thrived in heavy brush, but they were rare in Chauncy County, while deer were plentiful.

The sun was beating down and we were drinking out of our 'canteens' pretty frequently. They weren't army canteens; they were water containers made by Yeti, so our water was always cold. When we reached the back corner, we turned down the fence line, opened and closed a gate, and were back at the ranch headquarters soon enough. We got beverages and began the tour of the buildings.

Bill warned them he wasn't through with the house, but they were highly impressed with the renovated structure and his work inside. It was shaping up by any measure, and I began wanting my reworked and reupholstered furniture moved in. Bill kept promising 'soon' but perfectionists have a different meaning for the word; he might have to settle for mine, soon.

The barn blew them away, as did the redone furniture stored in the back. "Oh, goodness - can't you just see this in the living room?" Tricia asked Gina, who had moved on to the handmade four poster bed for the master suite, such as it is.

"How about this bed?" she asked, and Tricia drooled over that. When they were through antique judging, I turned the music on and asked for a dance. For some reason, Gina had always kept me at bay on slow dances, and she started to here in the barn, with only one other couple present.

"Are you afraid your big sister will see you dancing with me and get mad at you?" I teased.

She realized what she was doing and relaxed a little. "I guess I am. I always wanted to snuggle up to you like she, Kathy Jo, Linda, and Roxie did, but she would lose it on me when we got home if I even talked to you, much less danced like that."

"Even when we weren't going together? That's nuts!"

"Yeah, well... But I guess I'm a little off too, for letting her get away with it."

"Hey, I have an idea; let's get them to take a picture of us dancing, and send it to her! Maybe kissing and dancing!"

She looked doubtful, but Tricia was happy to direct us. "This is a video, so just dance looking at each other with lust, then snuggle up, and then look at each other again and kiss!"

We did as directed, but I added a few touches, like dropping my hand onto her ass, and then putting both arms around her with both hands on her cheeks, and, after she wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning in and kissing her. The kiss started weakly, but then she caught fire and we exchanged tongues. After we broke and looked at each other with lust for a moment, Tricia ended the video and said, "Damn, that was hot! She's gonna spit nails!"

"Take a picture of us flipping her the bird!" I said, but Gina declined. That was probably the last time she declined anything all night, or the next morning.

Tricia sent it from her phone with a funny GIF; I could hardly wait to hear back! I should have been able to spot Rita early on, because Dana gave me a certification in cuckholdry before I was 19, and poking her made me feel almost as good as screwing over Rita and Daddy Warbucks in the divorce! Harry would probably be the one to pay for our impertinence, but... well, I don't really care. She was cheating on me with him before she married him, so he can fuck off too!

Or maybe I should send him a thank you card, roses, and chocolates!

Kay and Charlie invited us to join them at the food court, bandstand, and dance floor at 7 that evening, and we had another great night. The only problem continued to be Gina being standoffish to me in public, especially when it came to PDAs, which is a habit she needs to unlearn. I'm a naturally affectionate guy; I like to dance close, whisper in my girl's ear, and steal kisses. Most women love it, but Gina was weirdly self-conscious with me.

Kate spotted it, and when we danced she made a point of being at ease, teasing me, and responding to my flirtations with some of her own. We didn't kiss, but she slid into my arms and danced closer than Gina. When Charlie asked Gina, she seemed relaxed. Same thing with Bill, and even with a friend of Charlie's who came over to chat, and then asked her to dance.

"It's you," Kate said. "She's madly attracted to you, but seems afraid to let anyone see it. I hope she isn't like that behind closed doors!"

"Not even a little bit!" I assured her. "In fact, she's every bit the hot stuff her body advertises. We've had this weird flirting/teasing thing going on for 15 years, going back to when she was the little sister of the girl I dated a lot in high school and during our first year of college. Now we get to exercise it, with only one friend around, and she's back to teasing but keeping her distance. What the hell do you suppose is going on?"

"I don't know, but pick a slow song, take her to the floor, and step right through that strange position she takes with you, but not with anyone else. Pull her up against you, whisper in her ear, do the things you like to do to your girlfriend, and see what happens."

I did, and after she got over the surprise and her inability to regain the distance, she relaxed in my arms. I did whisper in her ear, but it was about how much better this was than being chaperoned distance. She tensed up, pushed her head back, and looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed her, and she responded while we danced a few steps, then lowered her head to my cheek and said, "You're right."

From then on we relaxed and enjoyed each other, on the dance floor or at the table. I wanted to talk about it, but not now. Maybe in the morning.

We left at eleven, dodged deer on the road to the ranches, dropped the Hoersters off at their house, and listened to Tricia moaning as she and Bill made out like mad during the half mile to the trailers. She might be Bill's rebound person, but it was definitely an intense relationship.

Gina watched them walk in, and then asked me, "Is she going to be his 'rebound person'? I hope not, because she deserves a good man that will love and treasure her. She has such high standards that no one has been able to make a dent in her armor, until now. When we're gone, talk to Bill and tell him to let her down gently if he's going to break up with her."

I looked at her for a long moment and asked, "So is that message for Bill, or me?"

She blushed and replied, "Both, maybe. I don't know. I'm so confused about you."

"Because why, Ginalee? Because I dated your sister a decade ago? Because I just got divorced? Talk to me about your reticence and your concerns, please."

She ducked her head, so I walked her inside and closed the door. Chase was at his second home, with Kay and Charlie, so we had the place to ourselves. I didn't turn the light on - maybe this conversation belonged in the dark. We stood facing each other, holding hands, but not speaking. "I don't know, Danny. For all those years you were the forbidden treat; I could look, but not touch. Then y'all broke up for the last time, and you were the meanie who hurt my sister. We didn't know she was cheating on you, because she told us you were cheating on her, and broke up so you could go with the other girl.

"We never saw or heard of you with another girl, but she immediately introduced Harry and we were all expected to embrace him because he wasn't you. I'm not sure my parents know even now, but she got drunk one night and spilled her guts while telling us how bad she fucked up by cheating on you, and how you were the perfect man but she blew it.

"She's probably repeated that drunken story a dozen times since, but then it was a revelation. I started thinking about how you were back when you were dating her, but teasing and flirting with me to make me feel good, like I wasn't some string bean with no boobs or butt. That made me question why I believed her in the first place, and when I found out how many times she had done that to you, only to come crying and crawling back, I made a vow never to get involved in a relationship like that.

"So of course I did! But the second time I caught him, I divorced him. He pulled a Dana both times, crying and promising, but I had you for an example, so I just said no, over and over again! Even now, he calls and cries and promises, but I know better."

"So, Ginalee, am I your rebound man? Sounds like you have one unresolved relationship and are a little gun shy about another."

"Maybe - I'll have to sleep on that. So, how's about we go to bed, clear our minds and pipes, and talk about his heavy stuff tomorrow?"

"Not while you have clothes on. Naked people only in my bed!"

I had boots, socks, jeans, underwear, and a shirt to shuck; she had a dress, panties, and sandals, so she won the race to the bedroom. But I won the first orgasm given, the 69 contest, and the biggest orgasm given, before she ended the contests by blowing my mind, and my load deep inside her! No, Kate, she isn't self-conscious and stiff in the dark!

A late breakfast at Hoersters, services at the country chapel, a ride to Menard to this new restaurant people were raving about, and a scenic return ride with Charlie driving and me sitting in the third row with my date, who had no problems with PDA today. Or with me turning her on in the third row seat where no one could see my roving hands or the condition of her dress. And believe me, I was enjoying the lovely scenery in the bright daylight. I could see every freckle on her legs, chest, shoulders, face, and arms. On her, with the sandy blonde hair and light complexion, they looked good!

We did everything we could think of to get them to stay, but they wouldn't. Tricia told Bill they needed to be apart for a while to decide what they had going, if anything, because she wasn't his consolation prize. Gina just told me to think about our discussion last night, and she would talk to me when she was ready, so don't call her.

Bill and I talked it over after they left, and agreed: women are weird, we don't understand them, and we probably never will! I fretted about it that night, and decided I'd about enjoyed enough of being built up and let down for one lifetime!

Monday came on schedule, and we discussed what Bill needed to get the house ready to move into by next week. He didn't like being pushed, but I was ready, it looked fine to me, and I feared he was beginning to love his labor of love (the house) too much. We weren't selling all the artistic wooden niches, crooks, and crannies, we were going to use them, and the owner thinks they look great!

Carrie agreed with me, and after a surprise inspection, Kay asked why I wasn't moving in this week - it looked ready! Bill groaned and said the house would be ready by Wednesday, if he could reserve areas that weren't quite ready by then.

He and Carrie set to work while I found three guys willing to carefully move things from the barn to the house, and coordinate that with moving the new furniture, mattresses, and tech in. I was beginning to face the reality that large-for-the-period closets don't fit 21st century needs for clothing and shoes. I had a couple of armoires for my room, but the other bedrooms would need them too, if anyone ever lived in them. It was time to look for and acquire things we needed or would need, before we got in a bind and had to pay too much.

Sending Kay and Carrie off in my pickup with a list of things to find and my credit card drew a disbelieving look from Charlie, so he refused to go along to keep track of purchases. When I got the help lined up, I joined Charlie helping Bill, and we got a lot done by 5:30. We were sitting under the spreading oak having a cool beverage and wondering where the girls were when they drove up and practically slid to a stop.

My pickup bed was strangely empty for having my credit card and them being so happy and animated. Kay waited a breath too long, and Carrie launched in. "You won't believe our story, Danny! It was amazing! We took the shortcut to the Fredericksburg highway and came across a man posting a hand lettered sign on the fence. It said, ESTATE SALE SATURDAY, so Kay stopped and asked if he would let us take a look. She told him we were buying antique furniture for the restored Hoerster Homestead only a few miles away.

He smiled and said "Why not? The new owners want it all sold, so you might save me a day of trouble." We followed him to the house, which was definitely in need of repairs..." Kay interjected, "But it had a good roof, the floors were solid, and the furniture was in good shape!"

Carrie animatedly continued, "They had armoires in both bedrooms, and several nice tables and chairs we think may match yours. They're handcrafted like yours and the same color! There was an old radio like none Kay or I had ever seen, sitting on a beautiful round table, and a gorgeous loveseat you'd have to see to believe!

"We have the keys and we want y'all to come with us and bring the trailer. All we have to do is make a list of what you take and pay the real estate agent tomorrow!"

"It's a little late, isn't it?" I asked dubiously.

The assured me it was only a little ways, and we needed to see it today before someone bought it all, so we all loaded into my crew cab and drove over. There was a real estate FOR SALE sign beside the 'estate sale' sign on the fence, and the house was run down. Or more accurately, it leaned uphill, meaning it had foundation issues.

Charlie entertained Bill with stories of his friends who used to live here, while they walked around looking at the pier and beam foundation and how it might be leveled, and admiring the solid construction of the house.

I fell in love with the carved loveseat set and the table and chair that matched mine. The armoires would need Bill's attention, but they would be fine after he got through.

Walking around inside the house, especially the second floor, felt scary with the lean, but the floors were solid and firm. Charlie and Bill were examining the walls and floors, and talking about how well built it was, and what quality lumber they used to build it.

I heard Bill making a phone call from outside, but thought little of it. When I heard them talking again, I yelled for them to come help me move a few things to the trailer. There was a lot of nice furniture, kitchen goods, and other things in the house, and it all went to the buyer. Someone would get a good deal, if the price for the structure and land was right.

Bill and Charlie were in the back seat; Kay, Carrie, and I were in the front. Those in the back seat were talking quietly, while my two chatterboxes chattered. I couldn't help looking at their bare legs beneath the short shorts, just as I couldn't stop watching them walk up the stairs, or just walking around the old house. Both were untouchable, but not by my eyes!

Gina's gone one day, and I'm already lusting after my friend's wife and a 22 year-old employee! I'd like to drive down 29 to 79 and show up in College Station, but she said not to contact her, she would call me. My phone rang and I surprisingly had a couple of bars of coverage, so I answered, hoping I could hear over the animated conversation between the current subject of my lust.

"Hello?" "Hi, Danny, this is Danielle. Got time to talk?"

"I have time; I may not have coverage, so if the call drops, can I call you at this number?"

"Yes, please do. So, while we're connected, how are things?"

"Want the honest answer?"

"Of course!" "Chase and I are lonely! Bad lonely! The kind of lonely where you go looking for someone to help you make-it-through-the-night lonely! If only we had someone to talk to, to pet us and say sweet things to us! Do you know someone as sweet as you, who loves dogs and tolerates men, who might come visit us for a few days?"

She started laughing when I mentioned Chase, and she laughed harder as I continued my invitation. It took a moment for her to recover and reply. "You are as glib as you are full of shit, Daniel Kirk! But how could a girl turn down an offer like that, but let's be clear: I'll pet the dog, but not you!"

"Come down here and let me work my magic on you, Buttercup, and we'll see about that! Are you coming tonight, I hope?"

"Hahaha, no not tonight, for sure! How would tomorrow work? About noon?"

"If that's as early as you can make it, okay! We'll probably be down at the old homestead, but I'll drop you a pin around eleven if we are. Tomorrow is the move in day, and the day after that they deliver my first ever herd of cattle, so bring your jeans, chaps, brush jacket, and boots! And hat - the sun's hot in the brush! Oh, and you might bring some work gloves, in case you get here in time to help Chase and I move in."

"Ha! I think I'll wait until all the work's done, and then we can go celebrate."

"Oh, Sugar - we celebrate after work every day! Cold beverages, hot sun, cool water! It's practically heaven!"

"And no bikinis with more than six square inches of coverage?" she asked coyly.

"That too. Or nude! We're pretty liberal out here."

"Well, in that case, I'll see ya when I see ya! Bye now!"

"Wait, wait..." but the line was dead. I looked around and everyone was looking at me. Complete silence reigned.

"What?" I asked.

Kay responded, "That was the ineptest effort at flirting I've ever heard, and the worst invitation! I guarantee you she hung up and immediately called a guy for a date!"

"I'll bet ya on that."

"How much?"

"Nah, no money; the loser has to be the winner's slave for a day. Do whatever I want."

"You mean you'll be doing whatever I want, and you won't enjoy doing it in a French maid costume!"

"Okay, the loser has to wear a French maid costume and do whatever the winner wants for a day and a night!"

Charlie was laughing, but he interjected, "Honey, I think it's time to renege on that bet! It's the 'all night' part of it that has me worried!"

"He's going to lose! No girl would fall for that line of bull shit! 'Come on out here and help me move, then help me herd cattle in the heat, and then you can swim naked with a bunch of hard dicks! Sure, that'll work!"

"To be fair, I said nothing about hard dicks, but since you know Danielle, I guess it's proper to predict that will happen. Anyway, Good Lookin', are you still sure you want to bet me on whether or not she'll be here by noon tomorrow, with the consequences of losing being what we spelled out? French maid, be a slave for 24 hours, including one day and one night?"

Now that is was time to put up or shut up, she wasn't so sure. She hesitated, and I could practically read her reservations. 'Danielle had a big crush on him before he 'saved her,' and a bigger crush after. Maybe his offensive line of BS would work after all.'

"Put up or shut up," I challenged with a leer, "But I do promise you'll love the nighttime slave work!"

I held my hand out to be shaken, to activate the bet. She raised her hand a few inches, but hesitated to go further. Charlie and Carrie were warning her not to, which is probably what pushed her into shaking my hand defiantly.

"You're gonna lose!" she assured herself. I grinned and predicted. "You're wrong. She'll be here tomorrow, and sometime soon after she leaves it will be Rebecca calling. Amy was first, Gina second, then Danni. They're trying me out, so to speak, and then one will make a run at me, assuming she was satisfied and they've decided I'm over Rita."

"What do you mean?" Kay asked with a tremor.

"These are mature, professional women. They have rules in their gang, and they all follow them. Well, maybe not Tricia as much. I think she staked Bill out and laid claim right off the bat, and she broke the 'not until divorced rule' that Amy bent with me, after they'd seen and heard all the evidence.

"I think Wanda and maybe the others would like to make a run at Bill too, but not as long as Tricia is in heat for him. She won't wait long to call him back - in fact, she may come with Danni!

"But Gina won't; she'll wait until I've been with all four of the ones interested in me, and then she or one of the others will come back - again assuming they think they aren't the rebound girl. That's when I need to tiene cuidado or I'll have another wife!"

"Think highly of yourself, don't you?" Kay asked defensively.

I eyed her until she blushed, and declared "After your night as my slave girl, you'll understand better." Charlie and Bill died laughing, and Carrie embarrassed her more by saying stuff like "Ow-we, you're in for the night of your life!"

Kay recovered and replied, "Oh, BS! He and Charlie are too close for that to happen!"

"Hey, Charlie - wanta join me in a three-way? Make her try all those things she won't as your wife, but will as my slave girl?"

Charlie fell right in. "Thanks for the invitation, Brother! I always wondered how many she could handle in one evening, and yes, I've got all kinds of things I'd like to have her do that she claims are too dirty! But slave girls don't have a choice about doing the dirty, do they!"

Kay was bright red, but I'd bet if I stuck my hand in her shorts, she'd be soaking wet between her legs. She's the original 'tiger in those tight-fittin jeans' girl, IMO. Now to decide what to actually do on slave day. I'll talk to Charlie; I'll bet he has some ideas we'll all enjoy! Or at least he and I will enjoy!

The stuff in the trailer was cleaned, oiled, and put in the house, and we just started on the barn when a bright red little SUV that screamed 'woman driver' pulled up to the house. It was just after 9:30, as I suspected. I looked for Kay, but she was hiding in the master bedroom. I knew that because of the laugher emanating from that room, and Charlie yelling "Slave girl! This is going to be soooo much fun!"

Danni brought her work gloves, and wore proper attire for moving furniture in brutal heat - short shorts and a strapless bra top! As thrilled as Chase was to see her, he wasn't half as happy as Danny Junior!

FUUUUK that girl is built!

As soon as Chase gave her a second, I hugged her as tight and as long as was decent, before letting her say hello to the four others she knows, and then to the open-mouth-gawking moving crew. There aren't many women built like her in any given town, and even fewer as comfortable with her body!

I could see that Carrie and Kay were a little put out with Chase, who was usually following one of them around, but who belonged heart and soul to Danni today. You just never know with him: one day it's a good looking woman, the next a good looking girl, and then he's had enough of women and hangs with us boys. Today, though, it was Danni, his first love in Chance.

She might be built like a 5'2.5" shithouse, but the girl worked like a stevedore, and we were done earlier than we expected. Early enough, in fact, for me to invite all my workers to indulge in Cooper's BBQ, which has a loose dress code. For several of us, that was important because we were dirty and a bit stinky; for a couple of us, it was important because they lacked makeup and a fashionable hair style, and for one, because she barely passed the no shirt part of the 'no shoes, no shirt, no service' sign in most eating places.

Some might have objected to my odor, but I'm pretty sure no male objected to Danni's get up. And they all carefully assessed it, and her, to make sure.

The crew went home, or to wherever they had next. We offered to take Carrie home, but she declined in favor of cold beverages, sunbathing, and a cool swim. Kay stopped off at the house for her swimsuit, and we nearly dropped our teeth when she took her coverup off! FUUUCK - she could NOT be 52! Carrie was 22 and Danni 25; Kay looked like a sister!

We did sunbathe, or at least me and the three girls did. The Indian laughed at the need for a suntan, and Charlie lasted five minutes before he was in the shade with Bill and Chase. I volunteered to spread suntan on the ladies, but they declined in favor of covering each other. I hadn't yet been able to sun my front due to an embarrassing protrusion in my shorts, but my back was burning, so I tried wrapping a towel around my waist and hustling over into the shade with the other boys.

Their laughter chased me, for good reason - the towel hid nothing! I tried pouring a cup of ice water from the cooler over me, but it barely made a dent in the steel. Even Bill and Charlie laughed at me, though I noticed they had their towels bundled in their laps with a hand over the top! I tried that and it helped, but I needed an ice bath!

In spite of my best efforts, I was bordering on blue balls by the time they decided they had enough sun, put their coverups on, and demanded we go swimming. Even though the bed was hot, Chase jumped in the back, so the girls, Charlie and Bill joined him and I drove. There's a parking spot in the shade that's a little close to the bluff, so I squeezed in and we started unloading. Bill and Charlie got the ice chest and I helped the girls with the tubes.

We weren't intending to tube downstream, just laze around in the broken shade and talk. The Llano, however, which begins way to the southwest in Edwards County, had another idea. We hadn't had any rain, but Rocksprings had, and the river was up enough to pull us into the main current and downstream. The girls caught it first, and Kay had to talk the other two through getting out safely.

We put the tubes back in the pickup, and swam in the pools and eddies. It was safe there, and we had fun, but the river running just right made us plan a tubing trip for tomorrow. The women would prepare a picnic basket, the men would bring an ice chest full of water and beverages, and we would park a pickup down at the place we would exit. Charlie had specialized tubes for the ice chests - one with the picnic inside, the other with beverages.

We decided to make a camp at the exit point, so I'd park my truck there to claim it. There was a grassy knoll beside the James River side of the island, and we would eat and drink there. From here to there would take about four hours if the flow remained as it is now, so we could receive the cattle, drive them to water, feed them cubes and hay, get them settled in, and still have time for the tube trip. Might need a fire for light if we malingered too long, but hey, fire is good even if it's over 100 degrees out! You just move back from the flames and heat!

I'd like to tell you that Danielle was everything she appeared to be, but I'd be lying - she was more; much, much more! So much more that I feared I'd prove inadequate, even with all my best moves. But no, she enjoyed all she could stand, and then curled up against me and went to sleep. Her timing was good, because I'd also enjoyed all I could stand!

She was just a sensual delight, whether it was the sense of touch, smell, taste, or hearing, I was mesmerized! And that's not even counting what happened when I looked at her! Wherever I looked - face, all body sections and parts - she was just too yummy! Then the sunny smile would break out, I would hear the tinkling sound of her giggling, and I was enthralled again!

Seriously, if she had been Rita at her best, I would have been down and out long before she curled up and slept. But Danni could recharge my sex organs with a touch, a smell, a giggle, a snakey tongue in my ear, or my snakey tongue in her puss!

Again, I'm so glad she petered out when she did, because I was certainly going to!

I'd brushed off the effects of Rita's cheating and demeaning and disrespecting, but it hurt. I just covered it well. But when I woke up with that little sex kitten in my arms, with her amazingly round and tight butt against my astonishingly hard cock, I couldn't even remember if I'd ever been married to or dated someone named Rita! That was a good feeling, but nowhere near as good a feeling as having someone a foot shorter than you, with her assets, having spoon sex with you at dawn!

I bit and sucked her neck, twisted and pulled her nipples with one hand, and diddled her noodles with the other, until she locked that tight little pussy down on my cock and cried, "Oh, God, Yes, Dannyyyyy!" She squealed something else when I began painting her tunnel with hot white semen, but my cries must have drowned her out because I don't know what she uttered.

Maybe even better though, was when she flipped around, kissed me like a lover, pressed those outstanding titties against my chest, moved her body into total alignment with mine, and pronounced that last night's and this morning's sex were the best sex she'd ever had. Then she kissed me the same way again, lowed her head to my chest, and went back to sleep in ten seconds or less.

I lay awake for a while fondling her picture-perfect body and wondering what the hell I was I was feeling inside, then pulled her even closer and went to sleep.

Maybe I'd forgotten that she was from LaGrange, a rural town with ranches all around, but when she walked out to join me on my little cattle drive, she looked the part from cowboy boots to straw Resistol hat. When we got to the ranch and called the horses up, she saddled hers and swung aboard like a cowhand. She even had a lariat coiled and tied on her saddle horn with a leather string, and a wicked-looking bull whip! When I said, 'work cattle' she knew what that meant!

The rancher I bought the herd from escorted the trucks, and he and I looked over the bull, and each cow and heifer before we signed off on the purchase. Danni did too, and she announced it was a good herd! Bob Al quietly announced to me that she was the best cowhand he'd ever seen, and he'd give me his prizewinning bull for a date with her. I reminded him that Carole Anne might not go along with that, but I'd talk to Danni about it if I got a date with Carole Anne in return.

He laughed, I laughed, Danni laughed because he overheard us, and Carole Anne smiled from the pickup because she knew we were talking about her and suspected we were talking about Danni as well. Bob Al loaded up and turned back down the road. We mounted up and started the herd toward the metal freshwater pond I had a contractor build for them next to a well. Half the pond was inside the pen, half out, and the feed troughs were all inside, so we could get them used to being penned for when we needed to 'work' them - vaccinate, spray, treat, or fix wounds.

They were gentle and docile, taking directions like they'd been driven plenty of times before. They were thirsty, and found the feed troughs after guzzling the fresh water. I took a picture or pictures of each one from horseback, including one showing the ear tag. After they finished the cubes, the hay wasn't as interesting as the belly-high native grasses, so they wandered away from the pens to graze.

"It's been a long time since I sat horseback and worked cattle with my grandfather," Danni said with a sigh. "I don't know what happened when I got into high school. Too many sports, too much cheerleading, too many activities, and boys. I was his prize hand, and I just quit on him! I feel guilty about that now."

"Is he still alive?"

"Yes, thank God, and he still runs cattle on his beloved ranch, so I guess I could make it up to him a little. I don't do jack most weekends anyway, and weekdays during the summer I read, surf the internet, sunbathe, and swim at the apartment. There's no reason I couldn't go home to visit my parents and grandparents more often! Heck, I've got close friends still living there!

"There are just so many good and not so good memories there, and people all want a piece of me when I come down, so I keep putting it off."

"Well, to be honest, I wouldn't mind getting a piece of you myself! Ready to get back to the homestead and stress test the old bed and new mattress?"

She sighed as if I was hopeless, but she was barely hiding the grin that said yes. "I'll race you! Last has to eat the other first!"

She got the jump, but I caught her before we got back. I let her win anyway, because the penalty was having to eat her delicious pussy. We tested the new hot water heater and the plumbing first, dried off, and checked the bed. She pulled the top sheet and summer bedspread back, and lay down on it with arms above her head and knees bent. Her tan little body with white tits, pussy, and butt stood out well on the white satin sheets, and I approached the bottom of the bed almost reverently.

I watched her until she became self-conscious. She put one foot and then the other on the mattress, and I crawled up between her legs. She lifted her feet and draped her knees over my shoulders when I reached my station. "You're going to regret this, Sweet Thang, 'cause by the time I set you lose, you'll be too tired to fight me off, and I'll use your luscious little body for my own evil intentions!"

"Promises, promises!" she chided, and I lowered my mouth. Much later, through use of tongue, mouth, fingers, thumbs, and hands, she was lying in a pool of sweat begging me to stop, and repeating over and over that it was her turn!

I didn't give her a turn. As soon as I stopped slurping, I climbed up between her legs, slammed it home, and rolled over. I wrapped my calves around her knees so her thighs were pressed together, grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and pulled down each time my hips thrust upwards. The lips of her super tight pussy and her muscular thighs were pressed together, making my path into and out of her channel very wet and tight-fitting.

She moaned, I groaned; she grinded, I kept my cock buried as deep as I could; and then we exploded in a world of fire and brimstone that flowed both ways! An explosion of cum into her tight channel triggered the release of hot juices from deep within her cunt; she arched her back, cried out her ecstasy, and clawed my back. It was magnificent, and mind blowing, and too good to be true. Almost. But I was there, and I know it wasn't!

Kay locked Chase in her house, fearing what kinds of things would happen if he went tubing with us. The three girls were daring again, and this time Charlie asked, "Where are you getting these bikinis? I can't think of a better use of my money, but where are you buying them?"

"Ever heard of the internet, old fellow? What did you think was coming in those tiny packages?"

"Okay, young lady! You just buy all of those you want, and more of those little lacy underthings and night things too!"

They went about finalizing things while I drove my pickup down river to the island the RM road runs across and parked it. Charlie picked me up and wanted to talk about how much he was looking forward to Slave Girl Day. He was full of plans, some of which pushed the boundaries of my own plans, but it was his wife and he'd reap the rewards or consequences, so I guess we'll see.

Just before we arrived, he got serious for a minute. "Buddy, be careful with this one. Amy was here for the sex; Gina was here to see if her fantasies could come true. This one is different. Rebecca may come next week, but this one could lure you into the type of green pastures you want to lie down in forever. Trust me, I'm not saying that would be a bad thing, but you need to be sure you're ready, or tone it down, 'cause I see stars in her eyes.

"And Rebecca aside, you have one more that's going to come home at Christmas and make a run at you. So either keep your options open, or make a quick decision after Rebecca. To me, this is the pick of the litter of six, but the one up in Washington is pretty damn special herself!"

I could and should have spent time thinking about Charlie's warnings, but we were here to tube, and tubing is a thoughtless activity! The current was just right, so we launched, got the group strung out properly, and opened the first beverage of the afternoon just a bit before 5 o'clock, somewhere.

It was hard to keep in pairs, or in any order, for that matter, so we floated along and talked to whomever you caught because they ended up swirling around in an eddy, or jetting upon you when they caught the current through a sluice. Kay was all defiance, claiming I cheated and the bet was off. I winked, eyed her lustfully until I got a blush, and promised her she'd love being my slave girl for 24 hours so much, she'd be trying to get another day. "Ask Danni," I proposed with another wink. This time the blush was dark red, and I loved it!

Carrie was cute and sassy and flirty, which was unusual when it's me she's with. She even staged a wardrobe malfunction so I could see her cute little boobies, and I congratulated her on a very fine pair. They were, and were considerably more than a mouthful too.

Our female component almost caused a man with binoculars to fall off a cliff, and a group of kayakers that were loading up loudly regretted their haste in leaving the river. Of course, we came upon a mixed group of picnickers and fishermen, and the men got loud compliments as well. But not as loud as the three in teeny-weeny bikinis.

We enjoyed the entire trip, although Danni and I had little time together, and she and I were a bit sad when we saw my pickup on the island ahead. I was facing north when the brush along the bank stopped and grass began. It ran up from the bank to what I would call a San Antonio-style icehouse, since the metal building had garage doors, a slab with chairs, and lawn chairs under the grove of trees bunched around it.

While we were loading the tubes in the bed of the truck, Bill asked about the building with all the people around it. Charlie called it the River Icehouse, and said the crowd would only grow because they served smashburgers tonight. Everyone thought burgers and beer sounded like the perfect supper, so the women put on coverups and we put shirts on. I drove down the island to the paved road crossing it, across the bridge, and down a short dirt road, and parked to the west, near the trees.

Kay led us to the entrance on the south side while getting and giving shout outs, and we made it to the bar inside to order. Bill and I got double meat with fries, the others singles with fries, and we all had a beer. Charlie was still outside bullshitting with friends, but saving us a table in the shade with his cap. It was hot, but in the shade with a south breeze blowing, it was comfortable.

Everybody knew everybody, so this was all locals, which you couldn't say about the cafés in town. More and more, you saw tourists and travelers eating and drinking in the food and wine establishments around the square. The word was out on Chance, and people made plans to visit, and some to stay.

Not down here on the river, though. There were some kayakers and canoers that were flatlanders, but the vast majority were locals, mostly ranchers and business owners, who were here for the smashburgers, the beer, and the camaraderie. Bill and I weren't exactly local, but we were restoring the old Hoerster Homestead, so we were okay. Kay, Charlie, and Carrie were locals, and Danni was so good looking and her bare legs so shapely, she was granted a full pass.

In fact, I'm pretty sure a lot of opinions about Kay were revised that night, because her coverup was as ineffective as the girls', and men kept running into chair and tables watching her.

Our table for six was full, but people pulled up chairs around Kay and Charlie's end, and before long we were turned sideways getting to know people who knew of us but we hadn't met. "How is the renovation of the old Hoerster place coming" was a common question. More chairs were pulled up, and before long we were getting pushed about the housewarming they wanted so everyone could see the renovated buildings and reminisce.

Carrie was obviously our biggest supporter and the spreader of the story about our changes, and she wasn't afraid to brag and exaggerate to the point I worried that nothing we did could stand up to her stories. And then she and Kay assured everyone that not only would we have an open house, but we would also have a barn dance, like in the olden days when erecting a barn was a group effort, and a dance ensued when it was raised.

We brought our phones in a waterproof bag tied around Bill's waist with a rope, but no one had used them on the river for obvious reasons, nor had anyone wanted to use them with all this swirling around us. I was returning from my third beer run, an order so large the bartender said he would bring it down on a tray, when Bill pulled me aside. He was holding his phone, and he had a serious look.

"Got a call from my brother and an old friend. There's a rumor that Daddy hired some guys, maybe even the ones in the videos, to come down here, beat the hell out of us, and kill us - or just kill us. Have you changed your insurance benefits from Rita to someone else? I haven't, and that may be a factor."

"Insurance? I don't remember that crossing my mind. Maybe my attorney did."

"Well, I need to get it done, and you need to make sure you did! If they do get us, I damn sure don't want Claudia to benefit from killing me!"

It was late - after six, but my attorney was notorious for working long hours; one reason he was divorced. The other was his poor selection of a mate, so we had that in common.

I had a decent signal, so I took my phone and walked around the building to a spot near my pickup and called. He hadn't addressed the insurance policies - I was supposed to do that, but didn't.

I called my agent and left a message about what I wanted done with each of my policies, and my number for him to call. Then I returned to the gathering. We continued to meet and converse, and had a good time doing it, even though Bill and I were a bit distracted. We should have known Daddy Warbucks wouldn't take our ass kicking of him and his daughters lying down. But a hit squad? No wonder his businesses were so successful - you just kill off anyone who stands up to you!

Fortunately, we had a little experience with that bullshit, from the run the bikers made on Brooklyn. We had armaments and ammunition, but not as many eyes as we had then. Maybe there was a high tech solution to that, but Bill would have to move to the Homestead because we could only defend one location, and we wouldn't want to pull Kay and Charlie into our mess by living close to them.

We were relatively safe up here with this crowd, but how much time did we have? Were they already here, hiding at the homestead or the RV? Shit! I wanted to spend tonight learning all I can about my curvy little Angel, but we needed to get a handle on their location and intent. If the orders were to beat the hell out of us, that was a challenge Bill and I would welcome, particularly if it was the pricks from the videos.

But if the orders are 'shoot to kill,' that's an entirely different challenge!

I reengaged with the larger group, giving my brain time to subconsciously consider the situation, determine information needed, and form plans. Lots of new friends had been made, the decision made by others to have an open house was solidified, and I got to watch Danni work a crowd. Even in her coverup and bikini, with legs bare to her ass and puss, without makeup, and with her hair in a messy ponytail, she was relaxed and unflappable.

But I'd have to say the same about Kay and Carrie. Somehow, the rules for going out in public, especially to an event, are very different from those spontaneous appearance when you climb out of an inner tube and go meet scores of people. All three ladies were unflappable, enjoying the attention of men and women alike without appearing self-conscious. In return, no one seemed to look down on them for their skimpy dress.

Maybe it's a country thing - sometimes you dress up, sometimes you come in dusty from outside work, and sometimes you float the river. You're still welcome in settings like this, atop a hill overlooking the river, for beer, burgers, and bullshit.

"Hey, Bro, anything else?" I asked Bill when I caught him coming out of the restroom door.

"We can breathe easy for a while. My contact says, "The so-called 'hit squad' is busy drinking and telling stories about beating the hell out of you two, cutting your balls off, and dropping you in the river to drown. But they need to secure better weapons and equipment and aren't sure how to get those."

"So Daddy Warbucks hired them but didn't outfit them? Doesn't sound like him. Think they are a feint and the real kill squad is already here?"

"No way to know. I do doubt they will kill us with snipers - Daddy will want them to deliver a message so we know who killed us."

We had walked a few paces and a couple of pretty women came up to us. After introductions, they let us know they were divorcees, both were friends of the Hoerster grandchildren, and they would appreciate an invitation to the open house.

After looking them over and rating them in the 8+ category, I said I would be sure to do that, but lacked an address or phone number to accomplish it. They input both into my phone, and then they said goodbyes so Bill and I could return to the table.

When he was seated, Danni leaned over and whispered, "Not in your league. You need to aim higher."

"I just met them, they want to come to the open house, so they gave me their numbers so I can include them in the text giving date and time. Besides, true, they aren't in your league, but who is? They look pretty good compared to the crowd in general."

"As good as Rebecca? She'll be our representative next week, which I hear you already figured out. Are you really going to make Kay wear a French maid costume and be your slave for 24 hours?"

"She just had to bet me! I tried to talk her out of it twice, and Carrie tried three times. Besides, I think she's actually excited by it. And I know Charlie is. I'm not sure how kinky they really are, but he wants it as bad as I do. Can you imagine Kay in a skimpy costume, doing whatever I want her to do? Wowwee!"

Danni hit him, but giggled. "I would like to see that, and Charlie's reaction. Do you think he wants to watch while you do her? She thinks he does!"

"And I'll bet that makes her panties wet, doesn't it? Yours too? Want someone to watch us tonight? Maybe Kay and Charlie? Join in?"

The blow this time was harder, but there was another giggle to offset it. "Pervert! Gina was right!"

"Oh, so you girls are trading stories of your fun times in my bed? Lots of details, I'll bet! Isn't that kind of perverted too?"

"No details, but yes, you get critiques and grades from the examinee. So far you're straight As, but if you don't take care of business tonight, you get a C or D."

"Which means I have an A going into the finals! I'm feeling confident and ready - when can we get started, Teach?"

"As soon as the old folks say, I guess."

"Then how about we go out to my truck and relive high school?"

"You wouldn't like being in the truck with high school me, but I wouldn't mind learning what I missed."

After various considerations, we decided on me pulling my shorts down, Danni taking both pieces of her bikini off but leaving her coverup on, and her straddling my lap. I couldn't decide if her glancing out the window between kisses was turning her on, or she was just that needy, but with both hands on her ass cheeks, my mouth alternating between her mouth and tits, a finger diddling her heinie hole, and her pussy totally impaled on my cock, rocking back and forth and moaning, she went off in a series of small to major orgasms that surprised me.

When one started she would wrench his mouth off her tit and use his mouth as a scream or squeal suppressor. As good as high school sex in a car had been, this was a hundred times better. And to top it off, when I told her I was going to cum, she slipped off my lap, knelt on the floorboard, spread my legs, and gave me a lesson in blowjobs. From the tongue circling my cockhead to the sucking to the deepthroating to the swallowing, she was, in my experience, the queen of blowjobs.

When he was through, and barely conscious, she gave him that precious grin, licked her lips, and said, "We're yummy together, and you're yummy tasting!"

"Not that I mind, but what was that about?"

"I didn't want everyone to see your spunk running down my legs - I'm wet enough as it is! Can you reach a towel?"

While she was drying off and putting her bikini bottoms on, her top got misplaced. After a thorough search, she looked Danny in his eyes and demanded, "Okay, where did you hide it, Daniel Kirk? Do you want your girlfriend and possible future wife to show her very hard nipples and bouncy boobs to this crowd of your friends?"

"Well, when you put it that way..." I said, while producing the bikini from out of my shorts, "But admit it - you love being seen! You looked out the window every few minutes, and don't tell me you were worried about getting caught, because your butt went faster and your squeals got louder every time you looked!"

She giggle and looked down, away from my eyes. "The only time in high school that I came close to giving in was in a pickup at a party on the river, and I was more excited by the possibility of getting caught half-naked as by what my fumbling partner was doing. Maybe your allegation that I'm an exhibitionist holds water," she replied with the cutest giggle.

"Ha! I've known you were an exhibitionist since the moment I saw you kneeling to pet Chase in that miniskirt! What you did for me then, and what you should do now, for yourself, all the men and a few of the women here, is not wear the bottoms either. The cover reaches below your butt and pussy anyway, though you won't want to lean over!"

She belted him pretty good, and warned, "Right! In front of people you know and want to be friends with? I think not! I've already pushed the envelope more than I would have if Carrie and Kay weren't along, also wearing short covers. You may think I'm an exhibitionist, but I pick my audiences and this isn't it!"

She got dressed without taking the coverup off, and I pulled my shorts up. She was a quirky girl, as attractive as anyone, with an extremely high cuteness quotient that somehow included her sexuality. She was smart, had a great sense of humor, was innately adventurous, personable and gregarious, and she had a good head on her shoulders. Very intelligent, with a solid core of common sense, an analytical mind, and good problem solving skills.

So... in my mind, body-wise, she's right at perfect: shapely, proportionate, soft but strong, and we make love like we're made for each other. And in terms of cognitive, affective, and psychomotor functioning, she rang the bell in all. So, very close to my perfect woman; maybe too close. I know I need time to work out the disastrous consequences of my marriage to my ex-wife, but if Danni offered to stay, I wouldn't say no.

A couple of months together to work out the kinks, she gets a teaching and coaching job nearby, and this time next year we know and have plans made. Or we know and don't.

So do I tell her to call off the next visit, from the Queen Bee? Will she do it if I ask? If I mention the possibility of the L word? Or do I not get to make that decision, regardless?

Maybe I shouldn't. Last week I was wild about Gina, this week I'm completely infatuated with Danni. Do I tell her how I feel and hope she will spend part of her summer here with me, or wait and see what they have planned after Rebecca's visit? Right now Danni is 1A, Gina is 1B, and there is a 1C I can't afford to think about, but have to acknowledge.

But you know what? I don't know how any of them feel about me, and that is the second critical factor! As I've already proven, you can love someone to the moon and back, but if they don't love you and don't share your marital values, what you get is a train wreck of epic proportions!

I want to avoid another of those at all costs, because the odds of surviving two completely intact are slim. I don't think any of these women are like Rita, but then I didn't realize Rita was like Rita, so it's proven I'm a poor judge of a woman's character. Hell, toss Dana in there and I'm an imbecile!

I put the windows down on the pickup to air it out before we returned to the beer drinking and the dancing. The dancing had broken out on the concrete slab in front of the icehouse, to the tune of a classic jukebox inside with speakers outside. Willie was singing Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain, so we joined right in, and stayed out there bopping to Carl Perkin's Blue Suede Shoes.

That slab was crowded and a bit unruly due to the number of beers consumed by the mass, but no injuries beyond a few minor bumps and bruises from collisions during the do-se-does and swing songs. I was far from drunk, and I knew Danni wasn't, but we got party drunk and just went with the flow of the crowd. That was just as much fun, and we wouldn't even have a hangover tomorrow!

There came a point in which the crowd's momentum began to fade, so I hustled our crew together and suggested we go home. Everyone but the party animal was ready, and whatever his wife whispered in his ear got him on board immediately, and we drove home.

I could describe everything from the way her nipples crinkled when in need, to the lusciousness of her kitty, and the unbelievable qualities of her derriere, but I've already gone over most of that. If she was a 9.99 in looks, brains, and personality, she was a perfect 10 in sexuality!

I didn't want her to go home tomorrow, and I told her so. I gave her a dozen reasons to stay, but she didn't. I reflected on that for hours after she left, and got as drunk as everyone else was last night. You shouldn't get a broken heart from the actions of someone you barely know, but you can be hurt by them, and I was. But at least she didn't tell me "Don't call me, I'll call you." Like Gina.

I worked my ass off all week to get ready for the open house and barn dance next week, which I didn't even want to have without a hostess by my side, and I strongly considered telling Rebecca "NO!" when she called. If she did call. I'm getting a bit tired of being used, although the 'using' has been great fun, so I guess I'm tired of their game! Either she tells me what the fuck is going on, or I'm going to block all six of them!

By the time she called on Wednesday afternoon, I didn't much give a shit about her or anyone else with a vagina, so I was blunt.

"Hello, Danny, this is Rebecca, from College Station.

"Hi, Rebecca. What can I do for you?"

"I'm hoping to get an invitation to visit you and see your new property either this weekend or next."

"My previous landlords and my neighbors hornswoggled me into having an open house weekend after next, so I'm working my ass off every day between now and then. You're welcome to come this weekend, put on your gloves, and bust your ass in the broiling sun if you'd like, but the best relief I can offer is a swim in the river in the evenings, and good meals catered by Kay, or maybe in town."

"That sounds like a difficult offer to turn down. Friday okay?"

"Any day is okay. But when are you going back? These quick little Friday-Sunday dates are getting old! And while I'm at it, I need a hostess for the open house. You guys send whoever you want, but they need to call me for the dress code, which is outlandish but appropriate."

"Danni told me you were already tired of 'our stupid little game,' which you made clear when she left, but I'm also leaving on Sunday. This will be the last time, I promise, and I also promise you will have one, or more, if you'd prefer, appropriately attired hostesses for your open house."

"The more the merrier, and Bill needs one too, if she's not otherwise occupied."

"She's chaffing at the bit, but he needs to call her. She's a little hurt that he hasn't."

"Well, Rebecca, y'alls' little 'Don't call me, I'll call you when I'm ready' sort of discourages that, don't you think? Maybe she needs to call him!"

"You're right, although I don't think Tricia said it quite that way. I'll talk to her this week."

Big sigh. "Okay, then when do I expect you?"

"Early enough Friday to help, and I'll help Saturday and Sunday too, if you need it."

"I'll see ya when I see ya, I guess. Have a safe trip. Goodbye."

Another big sigh. 'Well, I guess I let my frustration show, didn't I Chase? But she needed to know I figured this out long ago and I'm tired of it! I'm not 'The Bachelor' on some game show, goldangit, and I don't appreciate being treated like one!

'On the other hand, I can't say my days with Amy, Gina, or Danni were anything but wonderful, and I wouldn't have gotten all that loving companionship without their unholy pact. And, amazingly enough, the best looking of them all is coming next! Maybe I just need to be more open minded.'

With that thought in mind, Chase and I walked into the kitchen. I drank coffee, he lapped water, and then I fixed enough bacon, eggs, and biscuits for both of us. Chase's biscuit didn't include any of the homemade Mustang Grape jelly Carole Ann dropped off a couple of weeks after I bought the cattle from them. She wanted a tour of the house in return, but seemed disappointed.

"You don't look impressed, Carole Ann," I had told her. "No, no, I'm very impressed with the work you've done. I just didn't know there would be others here: I was hoping for a private tour."

The guileless look she was giving me was offset by the smirk on her red Marilyn Monroe lips, and I got the message. I knew I should tell her I don't fuck married women, but I didn't want to embarrass a neighbor or cut off my supply of homemade jelly. And she was a looker - kind of a small town Marilyn Monroe, and I could see her singing 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President' in a skin-tight glittery dress. So, best to cultivate her rather than just run her off. I'm sticking to my rules, but she's nice to look at.

Anyway, after breakfast we attacked the remaining brush behind the barn. I grubbed that growing against the building, then sprayed it with diesel and Reclaim herbicide. The rest I shredded, then dug up with a brush and root grapple attached to the used skid steer I had acquired. I sprayed the remaining pieces of root so I wouldn't have more than I started with. I'd level it tomorrow after the herbicide was absorbed, but right now my tractor and I were needed at the ranch entrance, where the fabricators were erecting the fancy gate with DKM arched high above.

I thought it was a bit much, but everyone else loved the model, so here we are. And once it was up, I admitted they were right. It split the medium between gaudy and dull.

Check. One more thing accomplished in preparation for the grand event! Groan.

I trimmed trees and shrubs, both native and planted, near the house and barn; set the irrigation system for every two days so the grass would continue to grow in the heat; and improved the path to the river, just in case. Seems lots of people have memories of swimming down there, and some might want to go see it.

The one thing I avoided was the finishing touches to the house. Not to demean Kay or Carrie, but Kay's taste leaned toward cowboy/southwestern, and Carrie's, well she was young. I needed one of the gang, and Rebecca was the one I got - unless her tastes were as rich as her background.

This was an 'upscale homestead' with modern electrical and plumbing, appliances, etcetera, but the curtains and all the other little feminine touches I saw in old photos were missing, and the front room and bedrooms demanded them. The kitchen and dining areas were lost causes - stainless steel doesn't scream '1800's homestead'- but it is the 2020s and I like my amenities.

The front room, which stretched across the house, was legitimate, save the area on the west end where my big screen TV was surrounded by period furniture that was surprisingly comfortable. Well, some was, including 'my' spot. I don't watch much more than the morning or evening news, and sometimes the weather forecast, if I want more detailed information than my weather apps provide.

Bill and Carrie continued to restore woodwork in the house, along with the armoires and other furniture he felt needed his touch. Next week he was transitioning to the barn, and then I was losing him. That conversation went like this.

"Boss, you remember that old house we visited a while back, to get some furniture before they sold it?"

I nodded, and he continued, in a voice that betrayed the excitement he was trying to hide. "Well, Charlie and I looked it over real closely. We decided its bones were solid and the foundation could be leveled without any harm, so I put in a bid. It wasn't asking price, but it won because too many others were scared off by the lean, and the hundred acres it sits at the back of isn't big enough for the big cattlemen!"

I hugged him tightly, congratulated him, promised I'd help him all I could, and that the tools and equipment we used at the Hoerster Homestead were his to use as long as he needed them! He thanked me, and we separated.

"I don't know if you noticed, since you spent your time in the house, but the back third of the old barn is a shed I'm going to turn into a workshop. I'll need a bigger transformer for what I have planned, but the Central Texas Electric Co-op says that's no problem and they will get it changed out the day after I take possession."

"And that is?" I asked. "The Monday after the open house - good timing, right?"

"So what about Carrie? Is she going to go help you?"

"Until school starts in August she says, which isn't long. And she had Orientation next week, so she'll be gone then too. I'll have to find someone else and have her help train them, and she has someone in mind. We'll see how that goes."

That was a few days ago, and today he greeted me with, "Guess who called and asked if she could come visit this weekend?"

"Uh, Clarice?" I joked. "Right," he replied sarcastically. "No, but I'll give you a hint - she's riding with Rebecca."

"Then that would probably be the luscious and lovely Miss Tricia! She will be a welcome sight!"

"So will Rebecca," he replied, "if I remember correctly. We're definitely going to make time for swimming each day, and anything else we can come up with to get them to display their many charms!"

"Since you're certainly going to see Tricia's charms again, I assume you want to see Rebecca's. So do I, so think of anything you can, in case she's sleeping upstairs."

"Yeah, no! Not buying that, unless she's capitulating in favor of one or more of the others, like Gina and Danni, and she's too competitive for that. In my opinion, you need to start eating oysters, spinach, and sunflower seeds!"

They had all three at H-E-B when we ventured to Lowes and Home Depot in Marble Falls on Wednesday, and we loaded up, just in case. Never had a failure yet, but we were moving away from our peak teenage virility every day, while women were moving toward theirs! It was hard to imagine Dannielle at forty, hotter and needier than now, with more experience. She might kill me! Gina, just as bad!

But Rebecca was an unknown. Her cool reserve might extend to her love making/sex, or it might just be a cover. I was hoping 'cover', because it would be a terrible shame for all that beauty and body to go to waste. That woman deserved a good fucking, a husband, and a swollen belly, the first of several! Not saying I could provide all that, but I could provide the good fucking!

I spent Thursday afternoon cleaning the house, with assistance from Carrie, who saw things that needed cleaning that my eyes didn't. "Surely I don't need glasses before I even turn 30!" I whined. She assured me it was just a gender difference that my wife would correct without glasses.

To my surprise and delight, a fancy Jeep Waggoner drove up while I was eating breakfast, and two of the prettiest workmen - er, workwomen - I'd ever seen climbed out. Steel toed boots, boot cut jeans, long sleeve denim shirts hanging open, showing white tee shirts, and hair pulled back into ponytail. The only thing that kept them from looking like other workwomen was that their belts were pink ribbons, tied in bows at their nipped waists. Sexiest thing I've ever seen on a fully clothed woman, I swear!

"Greetings! You two are about the prettiest workwomen I've seen (excluding Brookly and Carrie, I thought)! Come in and eat some breakfast with me! I have farm fresh eggs, homemade link sausage, and biscuits from scratch with homemade butter and jelly!

"As you can tell, I'm fully acclimatized."

"He's gone country..." they sang in return, before blessing me with the kind of hugs that make and keep you hard all day.

"Where's Bill? Isn't he usually here by now?"

"Yes, but he had a chore to take care of first. We weren't expecting you this early."

"Well, feed us, give us a tour, and then assign our work," Rebecca said, "Oh, and coffee! We stopped at the wrong convenience store on the way over - it was so bad we threw it out the window!"

They had parked in back, so I took them straight into the kitchen, pointed at my fancy coffeemaker, which actually made a good brew, put the biscuits back in the over, began reheating the sausage, and scrambled more eggs. The looked like winos with a new bottle, slurping their coffee mugs without refinement. Then they stood at the table and Tricia said, "We need plates and utensils."

I pointed at the cabinet and drawer, and began cooking their eggs. A few minutes later the table was set, and the food was ready. They dug in like workmen, even though they hadn't done any work yet. Maybe in preparation?

The tour was full of ohs and ahs, so I sprung the need for a woman's touch on them, to which they responded even more hungrily than they ate. Their back and forth chatter was too fast and full of term I didn't understand, so I let them walk around while I cleaned up the kitchen, and then called out.

"That's not today, girls! Today we're dealing with some stuff we left in the barn, on what will be the stage for the open house. I suspect it will appeal to your antiquing needs anyway, and maybe you can find someplace other than storage to put some of it."

That was prophetic. In an ancient crumbling wooden box they found a treasure trove of knick-knacks. They were so excited they had to call Kay to come see them. I thought I was redirecting them to work when I noted there were several other boxes of similar vintage they should look through also. Each one opened one, and they shrieked almost in concert!

"Oh my god!" Rebecca called, "Look at these linens! Some are embroidered, some have delicate tatting and homemade lace added, and all are vintage materials! And there is little if any fading or discoloration!"

"You should see all the monogrammed towels, hand towels, and kitchen towels. They look almost new! So different from the material and textures we use today! You wouldn't want to use them, but they will make great displays!"

Kay pulled up before they could open the big, iron-bound trunks the wooden boxes had rested on, and they had to go through the contents of the three boxes before they could move on. I had moved the trunks so I could clean under them, and the women knelt before them as if they were religious artifacts. I wandered over and looked at their treasure troves, looked around to see if I had the space to set them up so they could be gone through properly, saw they hadn't, and called Rafael.

"Rafe, this is Dan McMillan. Are you coming out to erect the shed on the slab today or tomorrow? You said you'd get it this week."

He hemmed and hawed, so I told him, "Okay, then don't bother. I found someone who will have it up by Tuesday. Their material is a better quality for the price anyway, so I'll go with them."

"Wait a minute, Dan. I just noticed we had a cancellation and our calendar is clear for this afternoon and tomorrow morning! We should be able to get it done by noon tomorrow."

"I guess that will work. So I'll see you in an hour or so, with your crew? I've got Kay and two other women here, and they need that shed as soon as possible."

The mention of Kay seemed to motivate him even more; I didn't know whether that was fear, or her good looks. Once he saw her, Tricia, and Rebecca, he might not get any work done, but he'd be happy to be here.

I walked back into the barn and started working on the galling little things that take up so much time. When I made it over to the sound system, I opened the door to the enclosure containing my classic jukebox - a Wurlitzer recreation with LED lights and a digital drive loaded with music of my choosing! No one knew about it but me, so I chose an album, hit play, and waited for Kay's reaction.

The album was Hot Rocks, the Rolling Stones greatest hits, from 1964 to 1971, and I happened to know that Kay's grandmother, like my own, loved to play 'her music' at home and in her car, so we were both familiar with the music of the 1950s and '60s. As soon as the Stones cover of 'Not Fade Away' began playing, she turned, stood up, found me and my jukebox, jumped in the air like Jack Flash, and came running! "I can't believe you bought this! When did you get it and why is it hidden?"

"It's not so much hidden as secured - it cost a few bucks! It arrived yesterday, so this is the second time it has been used. We'll rock and roll all we want, and I'll turn it on when the band takes a break next weekend. Pretty cool, huh?"

She clapped, jumped up and down in glee, and then gave a body hug. I whispered, "Still got your go-go boots, slave?" Her giggled reply was, "Oh yes, and my hot pants and minis too, from the '60s dances we used to have! Slavery might be more fun than I thought!"

The other two weren't as well trained in old school music as we were, but they could rock and roll as well, or better, and we took a dance break that lasted as long as the first side of the album. Everyone was panting, so we got a water and a cold DP in a koozie before resuming our chores. An hour later they summoned me, and gave me a verbal inventory of what they found. I understood the dinner pottery and silver utensils, but a lot of their descriptions went over my head. Not now, but sometime, I'd get them to show me examples.

"The crew to put up the metal shed adjacent to the barn will be here any minute now. When they're through erecting it tomorrow, I want to move all the rest of this into it so it can be sorted and catalogued. If you found things that belong in the house, go ahead and move them. Everything else, we can move tomorrow afternoon, set on tables, and go through. It has a built in AC/Heater, so we'll be comfortable."

"Seriously?" Rebecca asked. "You don't want to look at it and pick what you want?"

Kay's laugh melded with mine. "Just guessing," Kay interjected, "but I'll bet Danny thinks we know more about these things than he does, so he's trusting us to pick the best and set it up."

"Exactly! And I'm sorry about telling you to wear work clothes. The job I gave you deserves shorts and tees, so if you want to change, go ahead. I'm going to keep working out here, so bring your gear in and pick a bedroom if you're staying here. Tricia, if you're staying with Bill, he and Charlie should be back soon."

They walked away with arms full of treasures, and I admired their forms in jeans, and Kay's in shorts. Seconds later I saw dust on the road. Rafe and his crew rolled up with a trailer, parked next to the slab, climbed out, and started unloading materials and tools.

Rafe came over to visit while the team set up, and I noticed the structural walls were preassembled. Pointing, I asked, "Do they come that way, or do you assemble them?"

"We do, with reinforcements for the areas where we bolt on. Putting up the walls is easy, but forming the roof takes longer, and then we get to the tedious part - outdoor and indoor coverings with foam insulation between. Come watch when we do that - pretty amazing. Install windows and doors, hang lights, wire it, turn on the AC, and hook it into your security system. It sounds simple and is, but it is exacting work. You can't make corrections with metal like you can with wood."

He might be an unreliable as hell, but he and his crew knew what they were doing, and they got after it. By the time Bill and Charlie returned the walls were up; but the time we decided to go swimming, the door and windows were framed, and they were erecting the roof. I was impressed.

I was also impressed with Miss Rebecca's swimsuit. She had the body to rock it, as Tricia did hers, and Kay did hers. Kay has a "drawer" over here now, containing swimsuits, hanging clothes, jeans, shorts, and various unmentionables, because she changes over here so often. Bill and I teased her about it, but it did make sense. It made so much sense, Charlie, Bill, and Carrie had drawers of their own.

When I went to my room to change, I found Rebecca's luggage and her clothes hanging in the armoire. I was kind of surprised on the one hand, not so much on the other. Had she chosen a guest room and made me seduce her, I'd have gone along with it, but she was practical. We both knew why she was here so why pretend, I guess. Anyway, I appreciated it. But I intended to court her anyway, beginning at the river.

We had begun growing blasé about skimpy swimsuits, what with all we'd seen, but the triplets shook that attitude pretty quickly. Tricia presented her twin assets so irresistibly you couldn't help but look, but when I was able to look away, I saw that the rest of her long, lean body was mouthwatering too. Kay's suit proved that her skin, legs, and curvy body were as firm and shapely as the others, that she had very nice tits, and her ass was to die for. Rebecca was perfectly proportioned: tall, and lean like Tricia, but where Tricia's assets were upfront, Rebecca's were spread from top to bottom. B+ or C cup tits, a waist that had to be 22 inches or less, and relatively narrow hips with an apple ass that pushed the tape out to 34 inches or more. See my point?

I didn't know where to look, and my compadres had the same problem: it looked like we were watching a tennis match, heads going from body to body to body. One thing about Charlie; he appreciates the female form, and especially that of his delicious wife, and we agree that fifty-two sure looks awfully good on her! He's still plotting her slave week, and I think she needs to expedite it: the longer he plots, the worse (more sexual) it gets. I'm having trouble envisioning her doing some of the things he has planned, but you never know what'll happen when a woman has carte blanch to be wicked.

I remember a few fraternity parties, late at night, drunk and smokey climate, and seeing hot chicks who would barely give me the time of day giving me lap dances and pulling me upstairs. Lordy, those were the day!

When I look at Kay and then Carrie, it's hard to project her at 52. I know her mom and she didn't age well, but Carrie is a cat of a different color, and I suspect she will. Might get bigger and broader with age, but that hourglass figure will likely remain.

Rebecca? Don't know anything about her family, but I'll bet years of good genes breeding with good genes, her self-discipline, and her innate toughness mean she will look much the same when she has silver in her hair, and when her hair is silver.

I was lucky like that too, because my dad and grandfather were about my size and weight when they died. My grandfather was in his early sixties when a crane unloading barrels of oil dropped one on him, and Dad was sixty when an eighteen wheeler lost control on an icy north Texas highway.

My mother died of an aneurism hours before I was born, so I was known as a "miracle baby" at birth. As I understand it, Dad suffered deeply for a year, but managed to take good care of me with help from his parents, with whom we lived. After not dating for years, he found someone he loved and got married. She and I never meshed, so I split my time between my grandparents' home and living with Dad and Louise, who at least tolerated me.

I was a quick study with everything but girls, where I was Shallow Hal, without the magic elixir. I shagged a lot of girls, got suckered by more than a few of them - one in particular - and only learned through trial, error, and pain. Thus, even after being taken to the cleaners over and over by Dana, I married Rita. She was hot as a firecracker and good looking, she wanted to get married, and her daddy was loaded, so why not?

See what I mean? I acted the idiot with her, and I'd already had plenty of practice at that. You'd think I would have learned how to spot a narcissistic bitch after being tossed around by Dana, but no! So here I am, engaged in some kind of game for idiots like me, being test driven by women for an unknown purpose. Oh, all are beautiful, sexy, and smart, or at least smarter than me, and I'm certainly enjoying the game, but jeez - you'd think I'd want to know the rules and how you win and lose, wouldn't you?

Not me: one comes to visit, we fuck like minks, I fall in lust-powered infatuation, and they leave. And when another shows up next week, I do it again! Idiot. Just plain idiot!

But this is the last, and she promises she will come back next week, unlike the one who told me 'Don't call me, I'll call you' and never did. Or the one I begged to stay, and watched drive away through misty eyes.

Yeah, this is an adventure, all right. Of course, I didn't suffer long with either Gina or Danni's departure, because I was busy and they left it open that there might be a future meeting ahead.

And now the Queen Bee is here! Her dominance over the others was clear from the first time I met them on the Square, to implementation and enforcement of 'the rule' about not dating until the ink is dry on the divorce, and, I'll bet big money, she's behind the 'three days each and disappear' scheme, or whatever they agreed to do.

As we say in shuffleboard, she has the hammer, meaning she has the final shot. I'm a little confused by 'the prize' someone wins, because if it's me, expect a few years of suspicion and jealousy, and why would any of those lovelies want me anyway? I do all right, but I'm hardly a catch, by most measures. More like the fish that's in the slot; not too little, but not nearly a trophy.

Rebecca is gorgeous, well bred, cultured, mannered, and from a rich family. I should be beyond thrilled that she's here and acting like one of the guys, but I'm suspicious. If it appears too good to be true, it probably is, right? And in appearance and brains, she is too good to be true. She's probably a good worker too, or at least she came ready to work, and she certainly did 'the woman's job of finding treasures of cloth and metal in dusty old boxes' well.

Did she just splash me and dart away like a perch? I think that was her! Time to focus on getting a few touchy-feelies in while playing games or tickling, maybe. Surely she doesn't feel as good as she looks...

By dark I was of a different mindset. She might look and sound like a Highland Park princess, but she was 'one of us' all day and night. We played in the water, taught her to 'dive' off the swing, though that was mostly a screaming, flailing splash for the first few times, and sat around the limestone talking about whatever. She was fun, Trisha was as much fun as always, and Bill looked pretty badly stricken.

Charlie and Kay were fun too, but I could hear Charlie telling her she was going to need to practice her slavery again tonight, and her giggle sounded like excitement. I was pretty confident there some bondage and discipline involved, and I'd have no problem with either when she was mine for a day and night!

When twilight came and it got cool, we made our way back to the house and changed. I started a fire while Bill made 'patties' with hamburger meat. I say 'patties' because he just made a ball of ground beef and smashed it with the palm of his big hand, then did the same to the next.

The girls cut up the veges to 'dress' it, as they say in the Big Easy, and criticized Bill's caveman technique for making patties. Charlie lightly buttered the buns, got the chips and paper plates out, and laid the buns on a baking dish that he would bring me when the burgers were about done.

Open a few cans of freestone peaches and a bag of cookies, and voila! Three course meal... or whatever. Anyway, it was a good meal, with friends, outside under the trees, with citronella torches for light, and uncovered areas covered with OFF.

Kay was a country girl, Trish had proven her country girl leanings, but Rebecca was a total surprise around the tiny but mandatory campfire. Tomorrow I intended to put that tight little tush on a horse and make her help me round up and pen some calves that needed their shots and fly medications. That would be a better test.

But tonight was the night Charlie debuted the 'KC Duo' to us. Turns out they used to do this a lot in their twenties, but got busy and let practicing slide, so they just quit. But "With all you youngsters running around, we were reminded of our 20s, and decided to see if we could still play and sing a little. Charlie dusted off his old six string, we started practicing and here we are!"

The guitar was in their pickup, meaning they planned this, which I thought was pretty cool of them. Charlie strummed a few bars while Kay handed out lyrics, and they set right in with western songs I hadn't heard since childhood, in camp and around campfires like this: Red River Valley, Clementine, Back in the Saddle Again, She's Be Coming Around the Mountain, and ending with Home on the Range. Perhaps the only greater surprise than Charlie having musical talent was Trisha singing like a songbird. Rebecca was good too, and Bill and I added Bass and Baritone when called for, but Trisha, Kay, and Charlie made a hell of a trio!

We had a great time, I fussed at them for hiding their talents, and then the party broke up. Bill and Trish went to the lease, Charlie and Kay went home, and Rebecca and I walked into my restored homestead. She stopped me in the doorway and said, "I always have this same feeling when I walk inside, as if my soul is coming home. It's strange, but comforting."

She looked up at me after she expressed her feelings, so I leaned down and kissed her. Might not have been the same voltage as with Danni, but damn! She took my breath away, and her own, and that was only the beginning. She wasn't close to being the most experienced partner I've had, but she was excitable, willing, learned quickly, and her body melded with mine during missionary. It took a while for her to cut loose riding me cowgirl, and she liked to spoon, but did not like doggie. "I feel like I'm a bitch dog being used!" was her take on that.

I didn't even bother with some of the kinkier stuff after she reacted badly to having her tight little ass swatted and her doggie dislike. We spooned all night, and I awoke to her moaning as she was trying to push her wet pussy onto my morning wood. After she accomplished that feat, she orgasmed almost immediately and wanted to quit, but I wasn't having that shit! It might not be doggie where I could see those lovely legs, that apple ass, and her tiny waist bridging her hips and chest, but it felt good, and she stopped fighting me when I began holding her breast and pinching her nipples with one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other while plundering her depths with my cock.

I drove her through two more orgasms, against her will, it seemed, before I filled her fertile womb again. She said she didn't know whether to thank me for the additional, more intense climaxes, or chastise me for not yielding when she told me to, so she did a little of both and contradicted herself.

"So let me get this straight, Rebecca. If you have a little climax, I need to stop having sex with you and just lay there with a hardon? And you resent me for making you have two more orgasms, both stronger than the first? Or you're glad I did, even though I shouldn't have? Sounds contradictory to me.

"I know, but... it's hard for me to explain. I enjoy having sex with you, but I have to feel like I'm in control of my body, and if you won't stop when I tell you to, that scares me in some ways. Yes, even though you made me climax again after I told you to stop... while you still had a hardon, yes, and I know that is unfair and selfish... but, oh, I don't know! I've never been with someone like you before!

"My dates in high school and college were refined boys and men from backgrounds similar to mine, and I always assumed I'd marry someone like that. Then I graduated, started teaching and coaching tennis, and I saw a different side of life. Coaches aren't as refined, but I like being around them, male or female. There is a roughness about them, but with a caring center, which not all of the refined men I know and have dated have. It might sound silly, but I think many coaches love their 'kids', their players, more than some of the refined men I know love their own children. And coaches and men like them treasure their family more than their own lives!

"When I opened my horizons, I opened my dating pool, and I'll admit I had more fun after that. But I started pushing the envelope, dating 'bad boys,' so to speak, and I was used and abused by a married man who lied to me about being separated! I've rarely dated since that experience, and then only double dates or meet ups with my friends around. This being the exception."

"Why me? Do I seem like the kind of refined man who would cater to you, play by your rules, accept being told what to do and not to do, while cheating on you on the side? Like most of the 'refined' rich men I know?"

She sighed and thought for a moment. "Well, you seem to meet the dating/marrying criteria for my friends, and I'll admit I was intrigued. Remember me teasing you with my dress? But when we met you were still married, and because I wasn't the only one fooled by someone 'separated from his wife,' we pledged to never date married men, and that included men who were legally separated.

"I know that the pictures you showed us meant you would never reconcile, but a rule is a rule. And then Amy told me to fuck off and came on her own, and returned with highest praise for your sexual prowess. Gina called as soon as the divorce was final, and returned describing things you did to her that excited all of us, and Dannielle could hardly wait for her turn.

"But when she came back, for the first time ever, she was quiet and reserved, and unwilling to share anything about you. She did tell us about the tubing and swimming, and about your amazing house and furnishing, and the barn, but wouldn't talk about the sex, other than to say it was 'extraordinary.'

"So I came down here with high expectations, and I'll admit you've exceeded them in every way. I also see that we probably aren't as sexually compatible as we both hoped, but I'd like you to continue teaching me this weekend, and see if that changes. I am very attracted to you, but you kind of scare me too."

"Other than you being reluctant to explore other sides of your libido, it's been great!" I replied. "You have a magnificent body, you're hot natured, and when you get turned on you fuck like a minx. The rest is kind of a second flavor in the icing, and I can eat my cake with standard vanilla creme icing just as well. And speaking of eating..."

She might leave here with some of her many inhibitions intact, but it wouldn't be for my lack of trying. She was an exceptional piece of ass, even while holding back. If I could just get her to cut loose, lawsy mercy!

I don't know how much experience she'd had receiving oral or giving it, but she was starting to really like receiving! I waited until she was close, flipped around, turned her over so she was on top of me, rearranged us, and dove back in with tongue and fingers. She was going at me nicely, but when my free hand cradled her little ass check and a slippery finger played with her wrinkled ring, her oral attention got erratic, perhaps even a bit too sloppy and enthusiastic.

I held my breath when I inserted my finger back there, not knowing whether she'd bite my cock off or do a better job. She fooled me: she pulled her head off my cock, screamed like a banshee, and tried to break my chin and teeth with the bucking and begging for more!

I had reawakened her inner slut, and took full advantage. I let her start coming down from her orgasm, then immediately rolled her off me and onto the mattress, then again so she was on her belly. I stepped onto the floor, grabbed her ankles, pulled her feet to me, spread her legs, and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. I lifted her hips and put a big pillow under them, spread her wet pussy lips with my thumb, and inserted my hard-again cock into her tight cunt with one long push.

She squealed and cried, "Too big, too big!" But it wasn't, because my balls were banging on her clit with every stroke. I mauled her tits for a moment, and then spanked her tight little ass with my right hand, my left, my right, my left. Wait a minute while she cries and begs me to stop, and then do it again while I tell her she's my slut to use as I please and she has no control over what I do!

Not that she was trying to get away. In fact, she was now pushing back to accept all she thought I had to give, so I grabbed her hips, pulled here lithe body backward, and showed her there was more cock for her to take. She shrieked and cried out and whimpered and moaned and completely let go, squirting my cock, balls, and the bed with her fiery juices. Then she collapsed, and I had to finish on my own. Needless to say, even motionless she was a fine receptacle in which to dump my load... which caused another whimper from her and a growl from me!

"Damn you are a good piece of ass!" I growled into her ear, before pinching her nipple and swatting her already red butt. She whimpered and whined a little, so I warned her. "Fuck you and your so called 'refined woman inhibitions'! You're just another hot slut who loves to be taken, fucked, used, and abused! I'll bet I could call Charlie and Bill in here and offer them your cunt, and your needy cunt would take it and love all they had to offer!

"You see, Rebecca, you're not who you think you are! You're the rich woman in the tight-fitting jeans who goes out on Saturday night looking for a real man to fill her cunt with cock because the wimp you married can't satisfy you or the side piece he's paying to be his sugar baby! You dress up for balls and galas, and give to all the right charities so you'll make the society pages, but you aren't happy because you know fucking can be so much better!"

"So I guess you've come to a crossroads. Either pack your inhibitions in your luggage and be my woman for the weekend, or go on back to your apartment and start looking for the 'refined man' who will do what you say when you say it, but who leaves your pussy dry!

"But we'll save that decision for later. Right now, looking down on your slender little body and apple ass, I've got another hard on, and I know just the place you want me to put it!"

She whimpered a few times in disagreement or maybe agreement while I was talking, but now I raised her hips by her pillow and moved them into the middle of the bed, facing the headboard this time. I crawled up between her legs, spread them even more widely, scooped up a handful of juices from her cunt, poured it and spread it on her asshole, and inserted my cock back into her juicy cunt.

I hit it a few times while I got her bottom perfectly positioned, pulled me cock out and aligned it, and then began relentlessly forcing it into her constricted asshole.

"Push like you're trying to shit, Becky; that will make it hurt less!" She did, and I penetrated about 1/4 of the way in, but past the sphincters. The first cry was of pain; the whine after I held still was hopeful, and the cry when I pushed more than half of my cock in was of pain, but the moan and wriggle a moment after was of pleasure. I pulled almost out, slapped her ass hard to distract her, and drove my cock in until my balls were nestled against her cunt.

I was glad to hear her begging me to be still and let her get used to being so full! Because if I moved, I'd cum, and I couldn't do that to her after just taking her anal cherry!

It wasn't me that moved first; it was her. Like when I sat her on top of my cock and it immediately bottomed out in her shallow depths, she tentatively circled her hips to check the pain level. It must have been low, because she became more aggressive, until she fin ally muttered "Fuck my dirty asshole you nasty ass fucker! Pack my chocolate, bang my butt, make me scream again, like the naughty slut I am!" In a voice like Signore Weaver after her body was invaded by the demon in Ghostbusters. So I took her up on it, just in case Zuul came out to demonize me!

I didn't see her go pack her inhibition in her luggage, but over the next hour she did things she'd never done before! Oh, she admitted she'd thought of doing them, even dreamed of doing them, but hadn't - until now! Somehow, that anal orgasm released her Slut-iness, and I knew it would be hard to stuff Zuul back into the bottle after this!"

Just before she drifted off to sleep, all spooned up to me, I whispered, "Now do you understand? I'm sorry I fucked up your life plan, but you don't belong with Chad the Third, you belong with a Common Turd like me! A guy who'll fuck your brains out, and make you love it, but treat you like the princess you are! He might muddy up your clean little gene pool, but he'll give you smart, strong, robust babies your momma and daddy will love! It's your choice, but now you know what the choice is between."

She purred for me, wiggled her butt a little closer, and emoted the cutest little snore you've ever heard. She was a jewel, a prize, and a bedful. Now that she had an idea what she was looking for, it was up to her. I nuzzled her neck and joined her in dreamland.