El Rancho del Corazón
60 Breaking Point
“MASTER,” Tim said softly as he bowed to Whitney. “I am merely a novice. May I have your permission to attempt to follow your forms this morning?” I could see Whitney struggling not to laugh. Even in this respectful request, you could tell that Tim couldn’t keep his eyes off Whitney’s tits and pussy. He was about half erect.
“Hmm. We have to work on discipline and focus,” Whitney said as if talking to herself. “Take a position in the center of the group. Sora, Courtney, and Sandy! I’d like you lined up in front of Tim. Brenda and Rose, would you take positions on either side? Now, novice. You have the three most delectable asses in our clan in front of you. You have the two most desirable pair of tits next to you.” Poor Tim. He was a good bit more than half erect, now. “NOW FOCUS! ON ME!” Whitney shouted. She began the first form set immediately and we all fell into the movement together. Adam and I flanked her with our clan three rows deep in front of us. In sixty minutes, Tim was gasping for breath, dripping with sweat, and limp as a wet noodle. For that matter, so were the rest of us. We headed for the showers. I noticed Sora pushed Tim ahead of her into the guest bath leaving Adam and Warren to wait their turn in the shower. That one would really only hold two people at a time.
I heard the roar of the engine about three o’clock, but Liz had already jumped up with a scream and run toward the front door. I didn’t know what caused the launch of that freckled butt off my lap at first. But by the time Liz threw the front door open, I knew what it was. Nikki had arrived for her spring break. It was a damned shame that I had to start class again in the morning.
Liz was peeling Nikki’s leathers off her on the way to the front door as the two girls jumped around. As soon as she walked in the door, Nikki plastered her mouth to mine while Liz kept stripping her of her clothing.
“Just in case anyone needs to know, it’s a long fucking way from the Atlantic Ocean to here,” Nikki growled when we broke our kiss. “My butt and my pussy are tingling. If someone doesn’t get his cock in my twat right now, I’m going to go postal.” She looked up. “Oh, hi, Rose. Hey, everybody. Shit! There’s another boy here. Three of them! I’m naked!”
“It’s okay, baby. They’re naked, too,” Liz giggled. “You know Adam and Warren. I think Tim finally deflated the last time Sora fucked him. Sora! It’s been three hours. He might need another treatment,” she called over to our hearthmate. She was lying in his arms over by the fire. We’d all been sprawled out all over the living room trying not to think about going back to school tomorrow.
“Oh, well. I don’t care,” Nikki said. “Brian, I’m horny as hell. Take me to a shower and a bed. I need you to fuck me. A lot.” I’d never heard Nikki quite so demanding.
We all laughed, but Liz and I got Nikki showered and then we fucked. A lot.
The week was just pretty damned chaotic. It was a good thing Hannah and Sarah went to visit their parents Sunday. Once Nikki got there, I didn’t have a chance to even think about anything else. By the time Nikki, Liz and I emerged from the bedroom, Adam, Warren, Angela, Sora, and Tim had all left to head back to campus. Rose was off visiting Brenda. Jennifer, Courtney, and Samantha were sound asleep in front of the fireplace. Whitney and Elaine were playing cribbage at the dining table. The place seemed empty.
Of course, it started to feel full again by bedtime. Nikki started out by my side, but gave way to Whitney and Elaine when they snuggled in.
And Monday morning, I was back in class, as if spring break had never happened. Except I had two more girlfriends in my bed, wanting to be as close to me as possible, during the limited time we could have together. Hannah, Sarah, Nikki, and Liz all went up to Mishawaka on Wednesday so Hannah could meet with Dr. McCall. The sisters spent the night with Mom, Dad, and Anna. Nikki and Liz visited their parents who were hanging out together a lot. It was pretty bizarre how that relationship had reached into two such different families. Jean and Ariel were the epitome of upper class white collar workers in a private neighborhood with one daughter. Jean was in his mid-forties and was a corporate lawyer and a Mason. Lech and Irene Nowicki were blue collar in their mid-fifties and had just gotten their last child of twelve out of the nest. Lech worked on an assembly line and was Catholic. But, like their daughters, the two couples had forged an unusual bond.
That gave me a break to cuddle Jennifer and Courtney in my lap as we tried to study for our Thursday classes. We finally gave up and went to bed, but were all three too tired to play. Thursday night, I had Nikki and Liz cuddled on one side of me with Sarah and Hannah on the other. I woke up Friday morning to the lovely sensation of Rose lying between my legs and nursing on my cock. I suppose it was selfish of me, but it felt so damned good that I just lay still while Rose sucked until I started spurting into her mouth. It startled her, but she just kept sucking and swallowing what I had to give her. She crawled up to my face and kissed me.
“Thank you, lover. I didn’t think you’d ever let me finish. Thank you for letting me start your day right,” she whispered. “Come on. None of these sleeping beauties need to get up before forms. I’ll go downstairs with you to start breakfast.”
Actually, Rose did most of the breakfast work. I sat at the desk going over my recipes and script for Saturday’s double session of filming. I was living in constant fear of forgetting something. Whitney actually hit me during forms and knocked me over.
“Focus!” she yelled at me. Right.
Lovemaking with Nikki and with Sarah seemed rushed as I went from schoolwork to production work and tried to be a contributing member of the household by picking up my dirty towels and putting the lid down on the toilet. We’d all done a pretty good job maintaining our living space, but even I could see that our entire 4,100 square feet needed a thorough spring cleaning. Nikki got a phone call during forms on Saturday morning and came out of the office swearing. We truncated the exercise.
“Snow!” she screamed. “It’s the fucking end of March and the East Coast is socked in. I don’t dare take off on my bike. Mon père has taken it upon himself to get me a flight tomorrow. Lizzie, can you take me to the airport tomorrow morning? It’s a God-awful early flight. Like ten o’clock or something.” Well, that gave us a little laugh, but we all had to scramble because the crew was arriving for the morning taping.
I felt like tepid dishwater by the time we finished filming the second episode that afternoon. My soufflé fell. My ‘girlfriend’ was bitchy. I was tired and realized I’d forgotten my own rule about beating the egg whites. I had to quickly mix up another soufflé and then just talk to my guests as it cooked. At least this one looked good. One more episode to film and I was done for the season. I was seriously considering quitting.
“Don’t forget to give me a final supplies list for next week,” Hannah said.
“Have I ever forgotten?” I snapped at her. That was a little harsh. I reached for her and she let me hug her.
“Don’t turn into Miss Polly,” she whispered. “We all have our jobs to do.” I got a kiss on the cheek from Rose. Sam, Courtney, and Jennifer came tromping in, trying to clean the mud off their boots.
“Brian, what are we going to do with all the extra hay?” Jennifer asked. “The horses are completely ignoring it now that there’s green grass in the fields. How long will it keep? Do we feed it to them next winter?” Shit.
“I kind of overestimated what we’d need, I guess.” I said. “I based it on what we used up north, but we only had four real months of feeding here. I’ll figure something out.”
“Well, don’t forget to tell Mr. Jacobs that we don’t need so much this year,” Courtney said. “Of course, we could get more horses. That would help solve the problem.”
“I hardly ever get out on the horses we have,” I grumbled. “We don’t need more.”
“We ride,” Sam said. The girls all huffed as they went up the stairs to get showers.
Fuck. I decided I needed a little quiet time to get my head on straight before I offended any more girlfriends. I headed for my library, just to spend a little time looking at pictures of Heaven. I walked in on Sora and Tim, en flagrante.
“Shit! I’m sorry!” I said, backing out of the room and closing the door. They were so involved in each other I don’t think they’d have noticed I was there if hadn’t said something. I had a sudden flash of rage and wanted to go pull him off Sora. What does he think he’s doing, fucking my girlfriend?
I ran upstairs and opened the door of the first bathroom. Jennifer, Courtney, and Samantha were in the shower and Liz and Nikki were at the sinks. I closed the door and went to the next bathroom. Only Rose and Whitney were in that one and I quickly ran into a stall.
“Are you all right, Brian?” Whitney asked.
“Can’t I even take a shit in privacy?” I yelled back. I heard the door to the bathroom slam shut and everything was quiet. What is wrong with me? I felt cold and shivered as I sat on the toilet. Maybe I was sick. I shook it off and cleaned myself up. I stumbled out into the bedroom and everyone was dressed up.
“Brian, you didn’t shower,” Elaine said. She started stripping off her little black dress. “Come on, honey. I’ll help you.”
“I can shower myself! What the fuck is going on? Why is everyone so dressed up?”
“Tonight’s the Gamma Charity Auction,” Rose said. “We donated a dinner for twelve and promised we’d be there. Don’t you remember?”
“No. I don’t fucking remember,” I said. “Just go without me.”
“Brian, you promised Dawn you’d be there,” Hannah said. “You promised.” I stood there staring at my pixie girlfriend, bristling. I went back into the bathroom and stripped to shower. No one came in to help. I finished and was about to go back out when I remembered to shave. I’d forget my head if it wasn’t glued on. No one was in the bedroom when I came out. My clothes were laid out on the bed. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d dressed myself without some one or two or three helping me. Certainly not to go out. I looked at the shirt and tie, and hung them back up. I grabbed my black silk T-shirt. They’d laid out a blue suit for me. I hung it up and grabbed my black pinstripe. Maybe there was still one girlfriend among them I hadn’t offended yet.
No one said anything when I went downstairs. They were all ready to walk out the door when I got there, so we did. We used three cars to get to Gamma House. I wasn’t even sure whose. Jennifer had my keys in hand and I sat in the back next to Sarah.
The party was noisy. The bartender made a show of fastening a band of tape around the wrist of a partier after verifying his or her ID. It looked like one of those hospital tags they use when you are admitted. As soon as we were in the door, Dawn latched onto my arm and I lost track of my casa.
I was dragged up on the little platform stage as if I were the one being auctioned off. I described the menu for the seven-course meal that would be served at El Rancho del Corazón, provided and served by the members of Casa del Fuego. The winner of the bid would also be able to watch the meal preparation, as demonstrated on the set of Young Cooking. If the attendees were of age, they could bring wine to be served with the meal, but we did not allow hard liquor on the premises.
“And since he was too modest to mention it, ladies and gentlemen, this is Chef Brian of Young Cooking with Chef Brian, seen every Friday morning on WIUB-TV here in Bloomington and syndicated across America,” Dawn concluded. I was pretty surprised at the bidding. We’d placed the contributed value as $500. The winning bid was $1,800 that would go to Riley Children’s Hospital. I could be pretty proud of that.
I tried to be gracious and friendly. It was obvious that Dawn was my designated escort for the evening and, even though I stopped to talk to ladies from my casa, I was continually drawn away to meet someone else ‘important.’ Apparently, every sorority sister present was important. Of course, it wasn’t just the sorority membership in attendance. I was surprised to meet the Chancellor, the head football coach, and at least a dozen doctors and professors. I think some of the doctors practiced medicine.
About eleven o’clock, I found Rose attached to my arm.
“Dawn, we hate to be party-poopers, but Brian’s had a really long day with filming two episodes. We need to spirit him away so he can get his beauty sleep,” Rose said.
“I understand. Thank you for letting us borrow him for the evening. We were very careful and didn’t break your pet,” Dawn giggled. What the fuck? They’re back at that old game again.
I was too tired to complain any longer. When we got back to the ranch, I stripped my clothes off and left my suit and everything just piled in a corner. I fell into bed and was asleep in thirty seconds. I didn’t even hear the girls come upstairs.
“Mary!” I yelled, sitting bolt upright in bed. “Where’s Mary?”
“It’s all right, Brian,” Rose soothed from beside me. “Mary will get here later today. You’re dreaming, love.”
“Rose! Hannah?” I couldn’t catch my breath. Something was terribly wrong. My hearthmates were all stirring. “Samantha. Jennifer. Courtney. Whitney. Liz. Elaine!” I gasped. Where are they? Someone is missing. “Sarah? Sora? Nikki? Cassie? Josh! Angela!” I yelled.
“Brian! Brian, wake-up.” I’m awake, goddammit! Don’t you understand? Someone’s missing!
“I can’t forget anyone. Don’t let me forget. Brenda! Rhiannon! Doreen! Where’s the baby? The baby!” Arms were holding me. Someone was rocking me. I kept calling out names. Please, don’t let me forget anyone! “Carl? Doug? Louise? Sandy?” And on. And on. I named everyone in the clan. “Judy. Lexi. Susan. Leonard. Nancy. Denise. Don’t forget I love you. Please, help me remember! Don’t let me forget anyone.”
“And God bless Heaven,” Hannah whispered from beside me.
“And God bless Heaven,” I repeated. “And God bless Heaven.” I sobbed a few times. How could I forget Heaven? And then I slept again.
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