El Rancho del Corazón
27 A Producer’s Job
THE BIG JOB facing us for the next ten days was painting the barn. Mr. Thornton came out to check on us a few times, but since all the major work was done, he didn’t usually stay long, just for lunch. Ron delivered the huge cans of rubberized barn paint and a dozen extension ladders. He emphasized the fact that we all needed to keep wearing our hardhats when working on the barn. Some of us were working on long ladders, some on short ladders, and some on the ground. We tried to not have anyone working directly under anyone else.
The outdoor showers continued to get a workout!
I ordered two more washing machines and dryers from Sears and Ron picked them up and brought them out. Judy and Monte took over instructing Lexi and Ross as their helpers on how to install the appliances. It was great!
Dad’s truck was getting a workout, as well. Jennifer, Elaine, Louise, Renee, and Rhiannon all managed to crowd into it and go shopping. Elaine was the design consultant. Jennifer had the credit card. The other three were along to cart and haul and to pick up things for their own dwellings. They went to second hand stores, auctions, and estate sales. They came home with a huge dining table, six chairs, dishes for thirty, a sofa, and lots of rugs. They even found a huge leather chair with only one broken spring that Leonard set to work repairing. That was the first two trips.
While I tried to be visible on a ladder painting, I had to spend half my time with Hannah and Samantha going over the menu, recipes, list of ingredients, and script for our demonstration on Saturday night for Professor and Mrs. Phillips and for Harvey and his wife. All fifteen in our casa would be present, plus Mom, Dad, Anna, and Hannah’s mom. Even if everyone didn’t sit at the dining table, the recipes we prepared had to serve twenty-four people. We had to show what we were made of. Having a perfect showing would determine how much cooperation we got from the IU Media Department and would show Harvey that we’d spent his investment well. Hannah especially wanted to impress Harvey. He was her mentor and as the time grew nearer, she got more and more tense.
By Saturday afternoon, our casa’s new home sparkled. The girls had even set stalls three and four up as spare bedrooms as we’d moved all the stored furniture and goods out into proper places. Both Rose and Elaine had brought their bedframes. We moved the mattresses and box springs back down on the beds and hauled in two new king-size sets for our communal bedroom upstairs.
We had food prep well underway Saturday afternoon when I realized Hannah was losing it. Shit! She kept running back and forth with her clipboard from the office to the kitchen. She reset lighting levels. She washed a few leaves of lettuce and then ran back to the office. I felt pressure, but she must be near collapsing under the stress. I told Elaine to carry on with the prep work and followed Hannah into the office. She’d pushed Samantha back from the computer and bent to the keyboard where a massive spreadsheet was displayed.
“Hannah, I need you,” I said calmly.
“But I have to check the budget numbers,” she said. “Did Elaine get wine for tonight? We need separate wine and champagne glasses. Do we have enough silverware for everyone?”
“Hannah, leave your clipboard and your spreadsheet and come with me. I need you.”
“But you could ask Liz. I left the lettuce soaking in the sink.”
“You!” I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her desperately. She dropped her clipboard on the floor and buried her face against my chest, crying. “Samantha, you, too. Come with us.” Samantha was speechless. She followed in wide-eyed silence as I carried Hannah up the stairs. “Everybody out,” I said as I approached the bed. Casa and clan members scattered. I set Hannah down.
“Brian, there is so much to do,” she said looking at me. “What if I fail?”
“It’s not up to you, honey. The table is set perfectly. Elaine has the kitchen under control. The house is spotless. The lighting is perfect. It’s only four in the afternoon and our guests won’t be here for another hour and a half. Right now, you need to do the job of my producer.”
“What? What haven’t I done?” she asked, nearing panic again.
“You haven’t settled me down,” I said. “I’m the one who is going to be on stage. I’m the one who will be making a presentation. I’m the one that the pressure is on. I need a blowjob!” I exploded. Hannah fell to her knees in front of me, grappling for my belt. “Naked,” I whispered. She jumped up and started stripping her clothes off as quickly as she could. I looked at Samantha who was grinning from ear to ear. “You, too, cónyuge,” I said. “Our novia needs help.”
Samantha raced Hannah getting undressed and pulling my clothes off. In a minute, I had two girls shoving me down on the bed and climbing all over me. Hannah went enthusiastically after my cock and I pulled her over me in a 69. “Oil,” I whispered to Sam. She got my intent immediately and while I began gently working my tongue into Hannah’s folds, Sam oiled her hands and began massaging Hannah’s left foot. The moan that Hannah emitted around my cock almost brought me off and I began to taste her moisture. Sam sucked the toes of Hannah’s right foot into her mouth as I stroked along the length of her torso and across her breasts. Hannah’s hips began pumping rhythmically against my tongue.
“Oh, oh!” she gasped, popping off my cock. Her back arched and the tremor and release of more fluid in my mouth told me that she’d found a little relief. She immediately sucked me back into her mouth. I reached a hand back and took one of her feet so Samantha could focus on the other. With my other hand, I stroked Hannah’s bottom, pressing my fingers into her crease. Her action became more erratic and she popped off my cock again to moan out a long orgasm as she pressed firmly down into my mouth and I flicked at her clit.
“Hannah,” I said. “I need you. Turn around, honey.” Hannah pulled her feet away from us and nearly fell off the pile of mattresses as she scrambled to turn around and throw a leg over me. She was sweating and her hair was matted against her face already. There was a wild look in her eyes as she kissed me and rammed her pussy down over my cock.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she panted.
“Sam needs relief, too, sweetheart,” I said. “Kiss her while I lick her.” Sam scrambled into place at the invitation and lowered her shiny, dripping pussy to my mouth as she lunged forward to embrace Hannah and kiss her. I didn’t think I’d ever felt my novia so well lubricated as she was sliding up and down my cock and clenching at me with her muscles. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but both girls had taken over the action and I felt Sam’s fingers moving against Hannah’s clit.
Hannah couldn’t keep kissing Sam and still gasp out the moans and pleas that came from her mouth. Her mind had completely disconnected and this was a physical fucking like I’d never received from her before. Her body had gone wild. Her scream as I pumped into her and Sam flooded my mouth echoed in the room.
Sam managed to move off my face before she completely smothered me and gently lowered Hannah’s unconscious form to my chest. I pulsed a few more times in her suddenly relaxed pussy. We rolled a little and managed to sandwich our novia between the two of us.
“That was just what she needed,” Sam whispered to me. “Just what all of us needed.” Hannah began to moan and stir, squeezing me out of her as she spasmed in aftershocks.
“I love you,” she murmured. We all drifted off to sleep until Rose came to wake us to get ready for our guests.
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