What I Learned in College Ch. 05

The rest of my Freshman year at BYU went smoothly. I continued to cruise through my classes with straight As. I was living comfortably on the money I was making posing in the nude for Lauren and my relationship with both Lauren and Sandra continued (lots of sex with each of them and no possessiveness or jealousy). Sandra even managed to pull a B in the Calculus class for the semester. I told her she was becoming my protégé and she stuck her tongue out at me.

Sandra's mother, Jane, insisted Sandra go to Europe for most of the summer staying with an LDS family in France. Since it didn't involve getting married she decided to go, so she wasn't going to be around. And Lauren wasn't going to be working at the Bio-lab in the summer, so she wouldn't be around either.

My Dad wanted me to come back to Idaho and work on my Uncle's ranch for the upcoming summer. I needed the money from a summer job, but I had some trepidations about how relations with my Aunt Sherry would work out after the sex she and I had engaged in over spring break. And then there was the issue of the rest of the family. I wasn't sure I was ready to participate in the all-family orgy Mom and Sherry had told me about and I told my Father that. Dad said not to worry. They needed a ranch hand not another stud and that he and Lou were taking care of the women just fine thank you. I needed the money from a summer job so I agreed to work on my Uncle's ranch.

The ranch was about twenty miles from my hometown and I would be living up there for the summer. There was a ranch house that belonged to Lou and Sherry. I had it to myself since they were living with my mother. There was a smaller house a mile or two down the road that the Ranch Manger lived in. Next to the Manager's house were a big barn and the corrals. There was also a run-down bunk house where a couple of additional wranglers were living, but my family wanted me to live in Lou and Sherry's house. I didn't mind being by myself because I had brought several advance math books with me to get a head start on the coming year. There was an old truck I could use to get down to the barn each morning for work.

June was cold, as it often is in Eastern Idaho, so it was too early to take the cattle up to the high-country pastures that my Uncle had a Forest Service grazing lease on. There was still plenty of work to do on the herd in the lower pastures, branding the young ones and giving inoculations and all the other things you do for cattle beyond delivering hay and water. I was spending several hours a day on horseback herding cattle in from the pasture to the corrals where my Uncle, his Manager and a couple of other ranch hands were working on them. If I wasn't doing that I was riding the fence line mending the places where winter had damaged the fence. It was cold, wet, work. Spring just didn't want to come that year.

I had been working for a couple of weeks, spending my nights at the ranch house studying math and days working down the hill around the corrals or out on the range. At the end of each day I would wash up and fix my own dinner. The rest of each evening was dedicated to math. One Saturday night about 7:30 I had just finished cleaning up after dinner I heard a car on the gravel lot out front. When I went to the door I found Sherry and Christine just climbing out of Sherry's pick-up with a couple of jugs of wine. Everyone drove a pick-up where we lived but not everyone showed up with a couple of jugs of wine.

"Hey Richard," Sherry boomed. "We thought you might be lonely out here so I brought you some wine and some company. This is Christine." I had met Christine briefly in Idaho Falls a few months ago. She was the woman my father was living with when he was in Idaho Falls.

"Yeah and wine," Christine joined in repetitively waiving one of the jugs at me.

"Hmmm. I wonder how this is going to work. Christine belongs to my father," I said to myself. "Well not exactly given that all five of them pretty much share each other's beds. But still?"

Both women were dressed in tight jeans, and a hoody for warmth. They were both pretty much average height and weight for their age, around 30 as I recalled. Neither were as buxom as Lauren, but far from flat chested. Christine was a dishwater blonde and Sherry was a redhead.

Their boots had mud on them. It was still mud season, that part of spring when everything is thawing and turning things to a muddy mess but it's not warm enough to dry things out yet. As they started to come in I said, "Boots off ladies. The owner doesn't want mud on the floor."

"Wait, I'm the owner," Sherry said.

"And do you want mud on the floor?" I asked.

"Good point," she responded. "Christine pull my boots off." The two girls stood awkwardly on one foot and the other as each pulled the other's boots off, running their hands up each other's legs almost to the crotch as they cavorted. They had obviously been drinking before they got to me.

Perhaps you two have already had a bit of wine?" I asked when we were all seated on the beat-up old couch in the living room, each with a jelly jar of cheap white wine in hand. It was a long couch. I was sitting in the middle and the girls were at either end leaning back against the arm rests their sock covered feet on the couch and their knees against their chest.

"Yes a bit," said Christine.

"But we saved some for you," said Sherry, "and one of the joints Christine brought up from Idaho Falls. You do smoke weed don't you Richard?" she asked.

"Sure. But I didn't know you did."

"Yup, we all do. Christine here gets it from an old high school friend. He's a cop. He steals dope from the evidence room in the Sherriff's office."

"My parents and my Uncle also?"

"Yup."

"And did you bring some along with you this evening?"

"Absolutely," Christine said as she pulled a joint out of the pocket of her hoody. "Let's light up."

We drained off the wine and then sat side by side on the couch sharing the marijuana. I was quickly feeling wasted.

When we finished the joint they moved back to leaning against the ends of the couch and each of them laid the sock covered heel of one of their feet in my lap massaging my rapidly growing dick through my jeans.

"Aren't those hoodies getting a bit warm?" I asked. Yes of course I had an ulterior motive.

"He's right about that," Sherry said. "I am getting hot.".

"But Richard," Christine said, "There's a problem. Neither one of us have anything on beneath the hoody."

"Yes we wouldn't want to embarrass you," Sherry added. She was sounding very stoned.

"Hah," I said. "I don't recall being embarrassed when we were screwing on the kitchen table of my parents' house when I was here at Spring Break. You weren't wearing anything then and I didn't blush."

Looking at Christine, Sherry said, "No, he didn't get embarrassed. Not at all. He just fucked me. Good and hard."

"Oh good," Christine said. "So we won't have to worry about embarrassing him." As she spoke she pulled the zipper on her hoody open and let her plump tits fall out. I licked my lips as I stared at them. "You're right Sherry. He's not embarrassed at all. He's just horny."

I looked back at Sherry and saw that she had also opened her hoody and was holding her pale white naked tits out to me. I reached down and picked up the girls feet for a moment to adjust my jeans to accommodate my growing prick. "You know girls, I think you two had a plan when you came up here."

"Like we said. We didn't want you to get lonely," Sherry responded. They were both now rubbing my cock through my jeans with their stocking feet and playing with their nipples as they held their tits out.

"I was just about to start studying math," I said.

"Math?" Christine said with a blank look on her face.

"Yes. I need to work on differential equations this summer so I am ready for the class next fall.

"And where is the rest of your tribe?" I asked, changing the subject. I didn't want to try to explain differential equations to them.

"You mean your parents and your Uncle?" Christine asked.

I nodded in response.

"Well when we left they were all pretty stoned and very naked."

"How can you be 'very' naked," I asked. "Either you are or you aren't naked. Naked doesn't come in degrees. Nudity maybe, but not naked."

"Oh. Yes I guess that's true. They were definitely naked," Christine clarified. "Everyone's clothes were scattered about the room. We had to look all over just to find what we have on." Then she looked at Sherry and said, "You're right Sherry. He's very profound."

"Yes he's profound but I think he's also very horny, which is far more important right now because so are we." Sherry responded.

"Profound. Yup very profound," Christine countered, sounding very fucked up from the joint.

"No. Horny," Sherry responded.

"Oh yeah that too," Christine said. They weren't making much sense.

"And stoned," I said. Why else would I try to hair split between naked and nude. I'm not sure it made any sense at all.

The girls answered in harmony, "Yes stoned."

"Yup, stoned, horny, and profound," said Christine unwilling to let go of the notion of my being profound.

Then I asked the question I later kind of wished I hadn't asked, "So what were the other's doing, when you left? Just standing around naked wondering where their clothes were?"

They both laughed. "Hardly," Christine said.

Then Sherry with her obsession with graphic details said, "Your mom was leaning over the couch arm. Her tits were hanging in your fathers face and he was sucking on them while Lou was fucking her from behind. He was really pounding her and she was moaning every time he drove his prick home. I think Lou and your Dad were about to swap positions on your mother. They seem to get a kick out of doing that. It must be a brother thing."

"Yeah," Christine agreed. "The three of them were having so much fun that Sherry and I decided they didn't need us and maybe we should come out here and make sure you weren't lonely. Although your dad's prick was looking pretty good. It was standing straight up while he lay there on his back sucking on your mother's tits. But Sherry told me you had a great cock too, so we left "

"Hmm. Profound," I said in a totally wasted tone.

"Not profound," Sherry responded. "Just fucking. Your mother was getting pounded and she was loving it."

"Well I'm not lonely anymore," I said. As I spoke I opened my jeans and pulled my cock out so it was standing straight up between the girls' stocking clad feet. They immediately began massaging and stroking it.

"Oh yes," Christine said. "He's got a beautiful cock."

"I told you so," Sherry responded. "It's just like his Father's and Lou's, but it recovers a lot quicker because he's only 19."

"What I've always wanted," Christine said. "A nice big cock that gets hard quickly and stays that way until I've had so many orgasms I can't take any more."

"You are such a slut Christine," my Aunt said. "No wonder my brother-in-law fell for you."

"Oh so not so. Your brother-in-law is a horny bastard. He propositioned me right after a Church meeting one Sunday. Right on the front steps of the Stake House. There were people all around us and he just leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'Christine I want to fuck you'."

"And what did you say?"

Christine laughed and then said, "I looked at him and said, 'When?' He responded, 'Now.'

" 'You mean here on the steps of the Stake House'?" I asked him."

"That wasn't exactly a resounding no was it." Shirley said.

Christine laughed. "No it wasn't. I was suddenly so horny I would have fucked him right then and there if he had asked for it."

"And did he fuck you right there on the Stake House steps?"

More laughter from Christine. "No we went to my car in the back of the parking lot. Once everyone had left we got in the back seat and then he fucked me."

"Or you fucked him."

"It was mutual and it went on for an hour: his dick; his lips; his tongue; his fingers; even his big toes. My lips; my tits; my pussy; my clit; my cunt; my ass hole; even my armpits. It was marvelous. I was lost. I'd never had a lover like him."

"Armpits?" I asked.

"Yes, they are quite erotic on my body. Remember that for later Richard," Christine told me.

The whole time the two girls were talking they continued to massage my cock with their sock clad feet. It was marvelous.

"But that was then and this is now," Christine said. "And there is a real dick right here in front of us that needs our attention. They both leaned forward and took turns sucking my cock and using it to play with their titties.

They kept that up until I finally had to tell them, "Girls if you keep that up I'm going to cum all over you. I haven't had any sex for two weeks so . . . "

"So it's going to be a big one isn't it?" Shirley interrupted.

"Good. I want it all over my tits," Christie announced.

I stood and they reversed positions, peeling their hoodies clear off along with their jeans (No panties. I guess they couldn't find them in the pile of clothes they had to search through before they left Mom's house) so they were sitting naked before me on the couch holding their tits out to me as I stroked my cock. I only had to stroke my cock a couple of time times before it was squirting cum, gobs of cum, on each of them. It was a massive discharge coating them thoroughly.

"Oh wow," one said. "Fucking incredible," echoed the other as they sat looking at the mass of cum dripping down their chests.

"What have you been doing?" Sherry asked me.

"Since I got here a couple of weeks ago I've been herding cows, mending fence, and studying math."

"Math?"

"Yes I've been spending my evenings reading a book on differential equations. I want to be prepared when I take the class next fall."

"What's that?" Sherry asked.

I was to stoned to remember why I didn't want to answer that question so I just launched into it. "Differential equations are a branch of mathematics that studies equations that relate one or more unknown functions and their derivatives."

Their response was a blank look.

"Let me give you an example: modeling the determination of the velocity of a ball falling through the air, considering only gravity and air resistance requires solving a differential equation. The ball's acceleration towards the ground is the acceleration due to gravity minus the deceleration due to air resistance. The force of gravity is considered constant (yielding 9.9 meters per second per second of acceleration), and air resistance may be modeled as proportional to the ball's velocity. This means that the ball's overall acceleration is a derivative of its velocity, and the velocity depends on time. Finding the velocity as a function of time involves solving a differential equation and verifying its validity." It sounded good to me, but . . .

More blank looks from the girls.

"Differential equations are cool because a lot of them have multiple solutions and you have to decide which answer you want."

Christine came to life. "I wish the equations I studied in high school algebra were like that. I always wanted a math test where I could pick my own solution and always be right."

That was when Sherry decided she had heard all she wanted to hear about higher math. She slid off the couch to her knees between Christine legs. She pushed Christine back and slowly and carefully licked all my cum off of Christine's chest, sucking her nipples when she finished. Then they swapped positions and Christine did the same for Sherry.

I sat idly stroking my cock hoping to recover from the biggest climax I could ever remember having.

When Christine finished with Sherry's chest she slowly worked her way down until her head was between Sherry's legs. Then as I watched she slowly drove Sherry to her first orgasm of the night, screaming obscenities and thrashing about on the couch, her hands holding Christine's face in place between her legs.

By the time Christine finished with Sherry my cock was fully recovered. Christine was sitting back on her haunches smiling with pride as she stared at Sherry who was sprawled in a gasping heap on the couch. I looked at Christine and said, "You deserve a reward for that performance." As I spoke I was holding my erect cock and wagging it back and forth at her.

"Oh my yes," she responded. "How do you want to do me," she asked.

"How would you like it?"

"Hmm. Oh my what a hard question," she said, lost in indecision.

Always one to help a lady, I told her to get off the floor and lean over the arm of the couch so I could fuck her from behind.

"Oh yes. You're just like your father. He likes that position too." She leaned over the couch spreading her legs for me and I stepped up behind her and slid my fully recovered cock into her cunt. She was very wet and it felt fabulous, the first time my cock had been in a pussy since I left Provo. Sherry was recovered enough so she could slide across the couch and position her face under Christine's tits. Within moments Christine and I were fucking with slow measured strokes while Sherry played with Christine's tits.

It was a great fuck and by not hurrying it I lasted for seemingly forever. Not so Christine. Between Sherry and I we brought her to repeated climaxes until we had her begging us to stop.

The whole time I was fucking Christine I was looking over the top of her and watching Sherry use a free hand to stroke her own pussy. I couldn't see her face since it was under Christine sucking on her tits, but she was lying on her back, one foot on the floor and one on the back of the couch, her sex readily exposed to my gaze as she used her free hand to alternate between stroking fingers in and out of her cunt and playing with her clit.

When Christine had finally reached the point where she couldn't take any more we swapped positions and I fucked Sherry bent over the couch while Christine lay beneath her sucking on her tits. Eventually, after driving Sherry to several climaxes I came, spilling another flood of my cum, this time into Sherry's cunt.

At this point the girls decided that it was time for a break and more wine. We sat for a half an hour or so drinking wine while the girls shared graphic details of their relationships with my mother and father. I was shocked when they told me my mother was the best pussy eater of the family and that my Father and Uncle had voted her the best cocksucker. Apparently Mom was very oral.

That was far from the end of the evening. The girls spent the night with me fucking and sucking with occasional brief periods of sleep. But at 7:00 a.m. on Sunday morning they insisted we get up and have breakfast and then dress for and attend the morning Church service in my hometown. "Appearances matter," they told me. It was truly an exercise of keeping the grin off our faces as I sat in the back row of pews with my Mother, Father, Uncle, Aunt, and my Father's 'friend,' all doing our best to look solemn and serious while we replayed in our minds how much fun we had the night before. It didn't help any that the sermon of the day was about the sanctity of marriage.

After church we went home for lunch where my mother did her best to keep everyone from getting graphic in our discussions of how much fun everyone had the night before. She pretty much failed in that effort, especially when Sherry started asking her how much fun she had being fucked by my father and his brother when they were taking turns with her bent over the couch.

As I drove back to the ranch later that day the word that stuck in my mind was depraved; utterly depraved. That is what my family had become, myself included. But I still had the grin I had been trying to suppress that morning in church. Yes, it may have been depraved but it made for a good summer, enough work to earn money for the upcoming year, time to study math in quiet, and the occasional visit by Sherry and Christine. A most excellent summer.