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Of course, at that point, Linda and I with a lot of prompting kinda fessed up to everything. About her sister being bisexual, and having a girlfriend for the past year. And about Linda even having a girlfriend, that she fooled around with sometimes with me being present. And even some of our other antics, which always managed to remain at a mostly PG or R rated level.
“So wait, you have Pete as your boyfriend, and a girlfriend? Am I getting that right?”
“Yea, her name is Kimmie, and I have known her since grade school. Once a month or so the 3 of us get together, but she is going to graduate early and after that I will likely not see her again. We both know it is just fun between us, and not any kind of lifelong arrangement.”
“And you are OK with that Pete?”
“Well, to be honest I am a bit mixed about it. Linda has been wanting to see what it was like with another girl, and I finally said she could, so long as she tells me about it afterwards. This caused some problems early on, and eventually she decided it would be best if I was there too. Mostly it has been in the back of my truck, and I lay there and watch them make love.”
“Mostly? So I take it not only?”
“Oh, Pete here has his own limits. He will kiss Kimmie, and they will use their mouths on each other. But they both agree that they will not fuck.”
“Nope, Kimmie is a virgin and she said she is not ready for more. And Linda here is the only one I want to actually make love to. It may be a kind of a gray area, but at least for now it's working. Besides, at least since I know she has a girlfriend for when I am gone I'll not be worrying like so many guys will when I am in boot camp and afterwards. No worry some guy is gonna take her away from me because she is horny. She will have a girlfriend to help her thought those phases.”
That got me slaps on the chest from both girls. But then Linda actually nodded. “Yea, and I've thought of that also. Kim, I am highly sexed. What can I say, I love it. I love the feeling it gives me, I also love making others feel good. And knowing I will be away from Pete for at least 6 months if not longer, Kimmie and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. Unless she gets a boyfriend that is.”
“Wait, boyfriend?”
I chuckled. “Kim, of our group of friends I would classify 3 of the girls as 'Straight, with girl crushes'. For Linda here that is mostly Kimmie, and she returns it. For her sister Mandy it is her skating coach Peggy, and Peggy feels the same way. Peggy and Mandy are not together anymore, they both now have boyfriends. With those two, I think it is more a really close friendship that extends to sex more than actually being bisexual. The same with Kimmie, she has a thing for Linda, and not really for any other girls. I have a feeling that when she leaves for College she likely will not have any other relationships with girls. Linda here is the only one I know that I would actually say is bisexual.”
Linda nodded agreement. “I do like being with girls. It's so different than being with a boy. Everything is softer, more gentle mostly. I've kissed many girls, and I have to admit, and don't take this wrong love, but Pete here kisses more like a girl than any boy I've ever kissed.”
“Linda, have you kissed a lot of girls?”
Linda paused, and looked up at the sky for a minute. “Let's see. Kimmie, Julie, Peggy, and Holly. When we had our little kissing games sometimes it would be 3 couples including us. We would kiss for 5 minutes or so then swap to the next person. It was very intense sometimes though. And it was also a way to get our partners so turned on that they would take us to bed as soon as possible afterwards. I know that I was always so horny that I almost attacked poor Pete here before we could even get the door closed.”
“We finally pretty much called that quits though,” I added. “We were all starting to get carried away, and then Holly and her boyfriend broke up so we all decided to call it quits. Holly and her new boyfriend have started to do the same with us again, but now it is much more subdued. Hands on hips, or around the neck, no more exploring with hands or grinding against each other. Just kissing and nothing else.”
“How exactly is kissing a girl different?”
Linda bit her lower lip a moment. “Well, mostly it is softer. Pete is like that, he kisses me and I know he is loving just being with me and kissing me, and is not considering it as just something he has to do in order to get into my panties. Most guys, kissing is a step to get through so they can get further along the road to sex. Our lips are softer, and when we hold each other the feeling of breasts against mine is so different than a hard chest. And we know just how to use our hands and fingers to drive each other crazy. And once again Pete, you are the exception here. Kim, this guy once drove me completely crazy a month or so back.”
She actually took a deep breath and shuddered lightly. “We were at our usual parking spot, and after I blew him he climbed on top. Then for over an hour this bastard tortured me! He slipped inside, then just barely moved, and when he did he only moved in and out an inch or so, and avoiding grinding against my clit. I would feel myself getting so close, and yet never able to get there. It just went on and on and on, slowly and gently making love to me. And it felt heavenly. But without him at least rubbing against my clit sometimes I just could not cum. Finally he did, and it was fireworks and I could not stop, I must have cum for over 5 minutes!”
She kissed my cheek, then whispered “And he still did not cum! I was an absolute wreck, could barely speak or think, and when I asked him what he was trying to do, he just said he was making love to me! He was actually enjoying just making love so much that his own orgasm was not important. But I got him to understand that I wanted his orgasm, and he finally finished. Kim, that is what making love with a girl can be like. Orgasms are part of it, but we spend more time on the journey, and less on the destination. Plus we do not have a recharge time like a guy does.”
“Wow! I think I almost understand. And it's like that with Kimmie?”
“Well, we do spend more time in the act than guys do, even Pete here. Neither of us has a penis, so all our orgasms are with fingers and lips. When you masturbate, do you just rush right into giving yourself an orgasm, or do you simply enjoy how it feels doing it, and sometimes try to hold off as long as you can?”
When Kim nodded, Linda said “Yea, it's like that. With Pete here, even when we use mouths or tongues we are more concentrated on the orgasm at the end. Even I am. But with Kimmie, we enjoy the act itself because without being able to actually be inside the other that is the most intimate part of the act. My toy is nice inside of me, but fingers and a tongue are better. And no matter how wonderful a finger or tongue can feel to me, Pete's cock feels even better. I know it really is him inside of my body, and that he knows he is inside of me.”
“Yea, I have to agree there Linda. Any orgasm is nice, but it is so much better when I feel the guy inside of me.”
“Well, with another girl that is just not possible, so we drag them out, to enjoy the entire experience on the way. If I had to put it to numbers, I like being with another girl maybe 20%, but with Pete here 80%. It's not better, just different. And I have to admit, I really enjoy giving another girl an orgasm.”
I looked over at Kim, and could tell she was somewhat stunned at this conversation. “Kim, this is one of the ways that LA is very different. Linda, out here homosexual relations are still very taboo, and not really talked about. Some of our local TV stations would not even show the TV show Soap, because one of the characters was gay. We have even had Anita Bryant give speeches out here. Back home, somebody being rumored as being gay will only cause some snickers. Out here, people have been attacked. We have even had gay bars set on fire. Like in LA, the majority do not really care. But the minority are much more vocal. And we generally do not talk about it.”
Kim nodded, and reached out to take Linda's hand in her own. “I'm kinda like one of those. I have nothing against it, and while of course I've thought about it I never really thought it was something I would ever do. Kinda like kissing some TV star. A bit of fantasy, but I know it'll never happen.”
“Yea, that is how it was for me for a long time. Then one time a few years ago my best friends and I did a bit of 'practice kissing', and I realized that doing it really turned me on. I hinted to both of them we should do it again later on. One of them outright refused, but the other agreed during a sleepover when it was just us two. It lasted for maybe 5 minutes, but I tried to push things a bit too far. It ended up scaring her and she ended it.”
“Kim, the funny thing is that she told me that story, and within a week or two I figured out who the girls were, and who the girl she kissed a second time was. I even came in a few months later into her room and I had seen the other girl leaving, and Linda's room smelled like sex. By this time we had already established some rules. Nothing beyond kissing, and always tell the other afterward. We actually had a bit of a break-up then, because I thought she had sex with her. But in reality they each masturbated as they were in the same bed, no contact between each other.”
I kissed Linda gently and continued. “We got over it, once Linda told me what really happened. And as you see we have gotten through that. But it was a sure sign that I recognized that she actually was bisexual. And that girl is now Linda's girlfriend, and I accept that. And we have also agreed that when we do get married, that all ends. We will be exclusive only to each other, and nobody else.”
“Wow, that's really heavy you two. I'm curious, do you have that kind of agreement with Kimmie?”
I looked at Linda, and she thought for a moment. “No, Kimmie and we do not have any kind of agreement like this. She is free to end this at any time, or to see others. Just that if she does so she lets us know. That is more for safety than anything else. If we involve a lot of others, the chances of getting something like herpes increases dramatically. And we already have one friend that got herpes. Keith was Holly's boyfriend, and they broke up after we all caught him fucking the school skank. About 2 months later he had an obvious herpes sore on his lip, but we had already excluded him from those kinds of games by then.”
“Yea, the number of people we have even kissed is very small. Linda's sister, her girlfriend, Kimmie, Holly, and the 2 guys she dated. We know all of us are clean, and have no interest in increasing those numbers. We already learned that things can get out of control because of all the hormones. Now, we keep it at gentle kissing and that's it. No more feeling boobies or anything like that.”
Linda giggled. “Yea, Pete here kinda turned our first time on its head. Holly and I are the ones that actually started the game. She and Pete had dated, and while they never really got past 'First Base', he had once or twice felt the side of her boobs and her ass. We thought we were so smart, thinking that by setting the limits at what they had done it would go no further than French kissing. But right after we started Pete slipped his hand up to caress the side of her breasts, reminding her that he had done that in the past and she allowed it.”
I laughed. “That's where the 'side boob' reference came from. When we started again with her new boyfriend a month or so back, both girls insisted 'no side boobie action'. And that is how we have kept it since then. But with Linda and Kimmie, there are really no restrictions other than what I have placed on myself.”
“And what is that?”
“Well, to be honest Kim, no fucking. I will never fuck another girl so long as I am with Linda. And anything I do with another girl will always be while she is present. I know our rules say we only have to notify each other afterward, but I put higher rules on myself. The only girl I have done otherwise with is Holly, and we both have given each other specific rules with her.”
“Special rules? So what is allowed with Holly? Do I even want to know?”
“Pete, go ahead.”
“Well, we can kiss her as long as we want. And we are allowed to hold her and cuddle her as she masturbates. When she was between boyfriends that happened with her and I, and all I did was hold her. And like with Kimmie, Linda and Holly masturbated together without any contact other than holding hands. She is my best friend, and she is like a sister to Linda.”
We chatted for a bit longer, then started picking up all the cans and threw them into the back of the truck. Then we climbed in and Kim made the drive back to her house. It was just after 1 when we got there, so we exchanged hugs and kisses, and went to our bedrooms.
When Linda and I crawled into bed, it was obvious that our conversation had turned her on. I used my fingers to bring her off twice, and then she sucked me off. Finally satisfied we both cuddled up and went to sleep.
The next morning after we got up we had breakfast. Kim suggested I help her dad check the fence line, so I went out with him and we got on the 3 wheeled ATVs and we drove the 5 mile circuit, checking for any breaks that might have been made by the cattle or intruders. We then made a quick survey, and the number of head were close enough to what was expected. Finally it was right before lunch when we got back home. We all had lunch, and I suggested that we go check out the old ranch.
Kim warned me I would not like what I saw, but refused to say anything else. So we all got in my truck and made the 10 mile drive over there. And when I turned the last bend and started up the tar and gravel road, I was shocked.
The couple that dad sold it to had said they were going make it into a winery. Well, there were trellis along the hills, but they all appeared to be dead. And the old house was gone! It was replaced with this stone fake French-style farmhouse, and there was nothing moving. We drove up, and indeed it was sitting where my old home was. The barn was gone, and in its place was a large steel covered building. And one door was open.
We got out and started to walk around. The house was vacant, and I saw that several windows were broken. Nothing but trash and dirt was inside. The large building was the same way, broken casks and machinery littered the floor.
“They tried to make a go of it, but the first year their pumps failed. Dad actually helped them get the land prepared, and told them that they needed new pumps. The 2 that you guys had were enough for the tenants you rented the land to for cattle and hay, but not enough for a 20 acre vineyard. They were running them constantly, and one failed from being overworked. Dad tried to get it going again, but it was shot. Then they tried to do it all on the remaining pump, and then it failed too.”
Kim shook her head. “He tried to tell them, and they finally ordered some new pumps. But it was too little too late. By the time the first one arrived, the vines were already dying. Then the bank refused the loan for the second one, so they decided to write off half the vineyard and make do with the other half. They sold off most of the wine equipment and tried to turn the shed there into a drying shed for raisins.
“Well, that fall was a wet one, and before they could get the crop dried, it started to mold. They sold it off for peanuts as mulch and silage. By then the amount they had spent building that house and shed started to come due. The winery lasted less than 2 years and never produced anything. Old JR bought it up cheap at the foreclosure auction, and it has been like this ever since. He transferred the water rights to one of his potato farms, and this here is not even good for grazing anymore.”
I wanted to cry, seeing this. I wanted to rage. Stupid Californians, coming in with their money and thinking they would show the dumb hicks in Idaho how to do things right! Their own hubris was their downfall however, they took a ranch that had been productive for over a century, and destroyed it in less than 2 years. And now the land is abandoned, owned by one of the largest farming conglomerates in the nation. And without water rights, it would likely never be productive again.
I got my camera out and took a few pictures, more for my dad than anything else. The house was beautiful, and the cost of that and the metal shed must have been in the hundreds of thousands of dollars when combined with the vineyard. I did not know a lot about winemaking, but I had no idea how they thought they could have made it work with that much being spent, and it being years before they could have made a profit on this enterprise.
“They would have been better off doing what we did. The ranch never made my family much money, but it more than paid for the taxes and upkeep, and still gave us some extra money at the end of the year. These people were fucking idiots.”
Kim nodded, saying that as far as she knew they had gone back to California with their tails between their legs, probably to return to whatever else they had done before they thought they could become wine moguls. Since nobody else was around, I went ahead and took Linda for a drive around the old homestead. For the first time, I really used the 4 wheel drive mode, climbing up the abandoned and rutted road that went straight up the hill (another stupid change, we already had a graded road that went up the hill at an angle to reduce rutting). I then drove along to the back fence, where the old stock pond used to be. Back when we lived here, it was normally 3-5 feet deep, and fed by one of the pumps via underground pipes. Now it was just a dry basin, and even the pump house was gone.
Because of the elevation change, this had been a 2 stage lift system. A pump at the stream fed water up to a large 50,000 gallon cistern halfway up the hill. There was a smaller pump from there that fed the watering hole.
“Yea, they dug up the pipes and sold them for scrap, and sold the smaller pump here at the top in the first year. The cistern they broke up and covered over. The fools pretty much ruined the entire ranch. It's not even good for rough grazing anymore, they covered almost all of it with those useless g**** vines. And old JR has no interest in spending the money to have them ripped out and restoring the land to at least rough grazing.”
I pointed out to Linda where the old fences had been, describing which areas we rented out for hay, and which for grazing. “We rotated them every 2 to 3 years, each Fall when he and dad decided to turn it over they would plow it all over, and all that cowshit made for great fertilizer for the hay.” Kim even said that it had been harder on her family, as they had been our only real tenant for grazing.
“Yea, we just had a handshake agreement with her family. Basically, they got free grazing in exchange for their moving the irrigation as needed every few years when we swapped the hay and grazing fields, and plowing. Oh, and 4 steers. We always ate really good, 4 steers can provide a lot of meat for a family of 3.”
“They did not pay you money?”Linda asked.
“Nope. Kim's dad did all the work, all the maintenance, and we got free beef. The money mostly came from the hay farm part. That was rented for cash, and was where we really did well. I think dad cleared maybe 5 grand or so a year net. It more than paid the taxes, and other expenses. We took the steers as we needed them, but even eating steaks every day, that is more than enough. A steer when butchered is over 400 pounds of beef baby. Imagine how much it would cost to go to Ralph's and buy over half a ton of high-end steaks every year.”
“Yea, and Dad still owes you and your dad 3 steers. Dad still curses the last owners though to this day. Because they rotated the fields regularly dad said this was some of the best grazing land in the area. It was never overworked, and had more than enough water for both purposes. Now he has to pay the ranching association to use their land, and he has to pay cash for that. By doing it barter, we both did well. Pete and his family ate fine Angus beef all the time for nothing, and it saved dad from having to sell them at auction. And to give an idea, 4 steers at auction is around $2,500 or more.”
Linda whistled. “That's not to bad. And your dad did all the work you said?”
“Yep. He did the maintenance on the pumps, the water pipes, moving and repairing fences, and everything else. It was a deal for him also, as it gave him about 10 acres of prime grazing land for nothing but labor. The other 10 were for the hay, the last 5 was the actual homestead.”
I nodded. “Kim and I used to skinnydip in the watering hole over there. Although it was more of a mud pit, we would come out absolutely filthy, but we loved it. Then just hit the lever to turn on the pump and use that to wash most of it off.”
“How old were you two?”
I looked at Kim, and she grinned back at me. “Oh, around 6 or so I think. I know we stopped when we were around 8, the difference between boys and girls was becoming obvious by then, so our moms made us stop.”
I grinned. “But we did it down at the creek until we were around 11 or so. By then Kim here started to grow boobies, and she called it quits.”
“Well, yea. You kept trying to grab them, and I was not ready for that yet. Plus I had already started to sprout my first hairs and you were starting to sprout actual boners.”
Linda giggled. “Really, you were getting boners at 11?”
“Well, yea. Yea, I knew what they were for, and how all the rest worked since I was like 6. Kim here was my buddy, my sister in love, my partner in crime. And I knew what parts went where, why, and what happened when they did. After all, we had been watching bulls and cows, and stallions and mares since we could walk. But that was the time we actually started to become aware that we were actually boy and girl.”
“You city girls all love to put on airs it seems, not saying anything about you Linda,” Kim said. “But I doubt most of your friends knew much about sex until your parents gave you the talk about the time you started to bleed. And I bet most of the girls in the city that get pregnant really do not understand how it all works. It just feels good, so you all drop your panties, spread your legs, and do it. But we grow up knowing the facts of life, and when you see a bull inseminating 30 cows in a day and they all get pregnant you know the risks.”
I laughed, seeing the wide eyes of Linda at the last sentence. “Oh yea Linda, remember how I said living here can give a guy a real inferiority complex? Kim here and I had just started dating when we went to the fair in Blackfoot. We had yet to do much more than kissing and a little groping. And we were looking through the livestock exhibit, and Kim here pointed out a stud horse that had a cock that must have been 3 feet long! Then as a horny teen, I think my most number of times jacking off in a day was 4 or 5. And knowing that a bull can mount 30 or more cows in a single day, and do it again the next day. We may think we are kings of the world, but dumb herbivores put us to shame in the things they can do sexually.”
Kim was giggling like crazy as I said this, and Linda was not much help either. “Like oh my god, really? 3 feet? I thought Pete was joking when he told me that once.”
Kim nodded. “Yep, I have seen some over 3 and a half feet long. Bulls can be about the same size. But trust me, the king of cock when it comes to farm a****ls is unquestionably the pig.” And she had no more than said that and I was laughing up a storm.
“The pig, you're joking, right?”
Kim and I were both almost breathless from laughing. Finally, I brought myself together. “Linda, truthfully? This is no joke. The pig has probably the largest penis of all farm a****ls, in relation to its size. Remember, a pig is about ½ to ¼ the size of a horse. Actually not much bigger than a grown man. But their cock is the same length, 3 feet long or so. And not only that, it's shaped like a corkscrew and is prehensile. As in, they can actually move it around like you could your finger or a monkey can its tail. They mount the sow from behind, and you can see their penis actually wiggling around as it searches for their cunt, and then goes inside. And the penis actually enters the cervix of the female, often getting stuck inside. Pigs often mate for over a half-hour, and the sow normally screams when the boar finally has had enough and yanks himself out of her. Remember when I said it is shaped like a corkscrew? They literally 'screw' it into the sow's cervix. That is why they scream when the boar dismounts.”
“Oh my god, really? You're not joking?” Linda actually winced as I described it.
“Nope, Pete's telling the truth. We never raised pigs, but when I was in 4H I knew k**s that did. I always hated them. They are mean, dirty, will eat anything, and you know they want to kill and eat you if they could. They are actually among the most dangerous farm a****ls there are.”
“Pigs, really?”
“Well, more are probably killed by cattle. But bulls tend to be aggressive, and you never get between a cow and her calf. But for pure meanness, pigs are the worst. They're omnivores, and there are many cases of them not only killing farmers, but actually eating them. Reality is nothing like Charlotte's Web Linda.”
By this time the sun was heading towards the horizon, and we headed on home. After dinner Kim suggested we go skating. Linda and I both agreed, and Kim suggested I put the beer in an ice chest and throw them into the back of the truck as she and Linda got ready. Once that was done I went to put on one of my Western shirts. And when the girls came out, all we could all say was “Wow!” Kim's mom asked if that was how Linda normally dressed for skating, and I admitted that it actually was.
Linda had brought along her turquoise sweater dress, and had a white belt around her waist. She loaned Kim one I knew had been a bit big on her, and it was light blue with a black belt. The hem was closer to her crotch than her knees, and it hugged her chest in a way it never had on Linda. Linda had also done their make-up also, and while it was not heavy it was more than Kim or other girls normally wore around here.
We told them we would be going to the stock pond when we got back, so to expect us late. Her dad said just to honk once when we got back so he knew we were there before we went back and I said I would.
And with that we were taking the 15 minute drive into town. One I used to make all the time, but had not done in years.
“So wait, you have Pete as your boyfriend, and a girlfriend? Am I getting that right?”
“Yea, her name is Kimmie, and I have known her since grade school. Once a month or so the 3 of us get together, but she is going to graduate early and after that I will likely not see her again. We both know it is just fun between us, and not any kind of lifelong arrangement.”
“And you are OK with that Pete?”
“Well, to be honest I am a bit mixed about it. Linda has been wanting to see what it was like with another girl, and I finally said she could, so long as she tells me about it afterwards. This caused some problems early on, and eventually she decided it would be best if I was there too. Mostly it has been in the back of my truck, and I lay there and watch them make love.”
“Mostly? So I take it not only?”
“Oh, Pete here has his own limits. He will kiss Kimmie, and they will use their mouths on each other. But they both agree that they will not fuck.”
“Nope, Kimmie is a virgin and she said she is not ready for more. And Linda here is the only one I want to actually make love to. It may be a kind of a gray area, but at least for now it's working. Besides, at least since I know she has a girlfriend for when I am gone I'll not be worrying like so many guys will when I am in boot camp and afterwards. No worry some guy is gonna take her away from me because she is horny. She will have a girlfriend to help her thought those phases.”
That got me slaps on the chest from both girls. But then Linda actually nodded. “Yea, and I've thought of that also. Kim, I am highly sexed. What can I say, I love it. I love the feeling it gives me, I also love making others feel good. And knowing I will be away from Pete for at least 6 months if not longer, Kimmie and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. Unless she gets a boyfriend that is.”
“Wait, boyfriend?”
I chuckled. “Kim, of our group of friends I would classify 3 of the girls as 'Straight, with girl crushes'. For Linda here that is mostly Kimmie, and she returns it. For her sister Mandy it is her skating coach Peggy, and Peggy feels the same way. Peggy and Mandy are not together anymore, they both now have boyfriends. With those two, I think it is more a really close friendship that extends to sex more than actually being bisexual. The same with Kimmie, she has a thing for Linda, and not really for any other girls. I have a feeling that when she leaves for College she likely will not have any other relationships with girls. Linda here is the only one I know that I would actually say is bisexual.”
Linda nodded agreement. “I do like being with girls. It's so different than being with a boy. Everything is softer, more gentle mostly. I've kissed many girls, and I have to admit, and don't take this wrong love, but Pete here kisses more like a girl than any boy I've ever kissed.”
“Linda, have you kissed a lot of girls?”
Linda paused, and looked up at the sky for a minute. “Let's see. Kimmie, Julie, Peggy, and Holly. When we had our little kissing games sometimes it would be 3 couples including us. We would kiss for 5 minutes or so then swap to the next person. It was very intense sometimes though. And it was also a way to get our partners so turned on that they would take us to bed as soon as possible afterwards. I know that I was always so horny that I almost attacked poor Pete here before we could even get the door closed.”
“We finally pretty much called that quits though,” I added. “We were all starting to get carried away, and then Holly and her boyfriend broke up so we all decided to call it quits. Holly and her new boyfriend have started to do the same with us again, but now it is much more subdued. Hands on hips, or around the neck, no more exploring with hands or grinding against each other. Just kissing and nothing else.”
“How exactly is kissing a girl different?”
Linda bit her lower lip a moment. “Well, mostly it is softer. Pete is like that, he kisses me and I know he is loving just being with me and kissing me, and is not considering it as just something he has to do in order to get into my panties. Most guys, kissing is a step to get through so they can get further along the road to sex. Our lips are softer, and when we hold each other the feeling of breasts against mine is so different than a hard chest. And we know just how to use our hands and fingers to drive each other crazy. And once again Pete, you are the exception here. Kim, this guy once drove me completely crazy a month or so back.”
She actually took a deep breath and shuddered lightly. “We were at our usual parking spot, and after I blew him he climbed on top. Then for over an hour this bastard tortured me! He slipped inside, then just barely moved, and when he did he only moved in and out an inch or so, and avoiding grinding against my clit. I would feel myself getting so close, and yet never able to get there. It just went on and on and on, slowly and gently making love to me. And it felt heavenly. But without him at least rubbing against my clit sometimes I just could not cum. Finally he did, and it was fireworks and I could not stop, I must have cum for over 5 minutes!”
She kissed my cheek, then whispered “And he still did not cum! I was an absolute wreck, could barely speak or think, and when I asked him what he was trying to do, he just said he was making love to me! He was actually enjoying just making love so much that his own orgasm was not important. But I got him to understand that I wanted his orgasm, and he finally finished. Kim, that is what making love with a girl can be like. Orgasms are part of it, but we spend more time on the journey, and less on the destination. Plus we do not have a recharge time like a guy does.”
“Wow! I think I almost understand. And it's like that with Kimmie?”
“Well, we do spend more time in the act than guys do, even Pete here. Neither of us has a penis, so all our orgasms are with fingers and lips. When you masturbate, do you just rush right into giving yourself an orgasm, or do you simply enjoy how it feels doing it, and sometimes try to hold off as long as you can?”
When Kim nodded, Linda said “Yea, it's like that. With Pete here, even when we use mouths or tongues we are more concentrated on the orgasm at the end. Even I am. But with Kimmie, we enjoy the act itself because without being able to actually be inside the other that is the most intimate part of the act. My toy is nice inside of me, but fingers and a tongue are better. And no matter how wonderful a finger or tongue can feel to me, Pete's cock feels even better. I know it really is him inside of my body, and that he knows he is inside of me.”
“Yea, I have to agree there Linda. Any orgasm is nice, but it is so much better when I feel the guy inside of me.”
“Well, with another girl that is just not possible, so we drag them out, to enjoy the entire experience on the way. If I had to put it to numbers, I like being with another girl maybe 20%, but with Pete here 80%. It's not better, just different. And I have to admit, I really enjoy giving another girl an orgasm.”
I looked over at Kim, and could tell she was somewhat stunned at this conversation. “Kim, this is one of the ways that LA is very different. Linda, out here homosexual relations are still very taboo, and not really talked about. Some of our local TV stations would not even show the TV show Soap, because one of the characters was gay. We have even had Anita Bryant give speeches out here. Back home, somebody being rumored as being gay will only cause some snickers. Out here, people have been attacked. We have even had gay bars set on fire. Like in LA, the majority do not really care. But the minority are much more vocal. And we generally do not talk about it.”
Kim nodded, and reached out to take Linda's hand in her own. “I'm kinda like one of those. I have nothing against it, and while of course I've thought about it I never really thought it was something I would ever do. Kinda like kissing some TV star. A bit of fantasy, but I know it'll never happen.”
“Yea, that is how it was for me for a long time. Then one time a few years ago my best friends and I did a bit of 'practice kissing', and I realized that doing it really turned me on. I hinted to both of them we should do it again later on. One of them outright refused, but the other agreed during a sleepover when it was just us two. It lasted for maybe 5 minutes, but I tried to push things a bit too far. It ended up scaring her and she ended it.”
“Kim, the funny thing is that she told me that story, and within a week or two I figured out who the girls were, and who the girl she kissed a second time was. I even came in a few months later into her room and I had seen the other girl leaving, and Linda's room smelled like sex. By this time we had already established some rules. Nothing beyond kissing, and always tell the other afterward. We actually had a bit of a break-up then, because I thought she had sex with her. But in reality they each masturbated as they were in the same bed, no contact between each other.”
I kissed Linda gently and continued. “We got over it, once Linda told me what really happened. And as you see we have gotten through that. But it was a sure sign that I recognized that she actually was bisexual. And that girl is now Linda's girlfriend, and I accept that. And we have also agreed that when we do get married, that all ends. We will be exclusive only to each other, and nobody else.”
“Wow, that's really heavy you two. I'm curious, do you have that kind of agreement with Kimmie?”
I looked at Linda, and she thought for a moment. “No, Kimmie and we do not have any kind of agreement like this. She is free to end this at any time, or to see others. Just that if she does so she lets us know. That is more for safety than anything else. If we involve a lot of others, the chances of getting something like herpes increases dramatically. And we already have one friend that got herpes. Keith was Holly's boyfriend, and they broke up after we all caught him fucking the school skank. About 2 months later he had an obvious herpes sore on his lip, but we had already excluded him from those kinds of games by then.”
“Yea, the number of people we have even kissed is very small. Linda's sister, her girlfriend, Kimmie, Holly, and the 2 guys she dated. We know all of us are clean, and have no interest in increasing those numbers. We already learned that things can get out of control because of all the hormones. Now, we keep it at gentle kissing and that's it. No more feeling boobies or anything like that.”
Linda giggled. “Yea, Pete here kinda turned our first time on its head. Holly and I are the ones that actually started the game. She and Pete had dated, and while they never really got past 'First Base', he had once or twice felt the side of her boobs and her ass. We thought we were so smart, thinking that by setting the limits at what they had done it would go no further than French kissing. But right after we started Pete slipped his hand up to caress the side of her breasts, reminding her that he had done that in the past and she allowed it.”
I laughed. “That's where the 'side boob' reference came from. When we started again with her new boyfriend a month or so back, both girls insisted 'no side boobie action'. And that is how we have kept it since then. But with Linda and Kimmie, there are really no restrictions other than what I have placed on myself.”
“And what is that?”
“Well, to be honest Kim, no fucking. I will never fuck another girl so long as I am with Linda. And anything I do with another girl will always be while she is present. I know our rules say we only have to notify each other afterward, but I put higher rules on myself. The only girl I have done otherwise with is Holly, and we both have given each other specific rules with her.”
“Special rules? So what is allowed with Holly? Do I even want to know?”
“Pete, go ahead.”
“Well, we can kiss her as long as we want. And we are allowed to hold her and cuddle her as she masturbates. When she was between boyfriends that happened with her and I, and all I did was hold her. And like with Kimmie, Linda and Holly masturbated together without any contact other than holding hands. She is my best friend, and she is like a sister to Linda.”
We chatted for a bit longer, then started picking up all the cans and threw them into the back of the truck. Then we climbed in and Kim made the drive back to her house. It was just after 1 when we got there, so we exchanged hugs and kisses, and went to our bedrooms.
When Linda and I crawled into bed, it was obvious that our conversation had turned her on. I used my fingers to bring her off twice, and then she sucked me off. Finally satisfied we both cuddled up and went to sleep.
The next morning after we got up we had breakfast. Kim suggested I help her dad check the fence line, so I went out with him and we got on the 3 wheeled ATVs and we drove the 5 mile circuit, checking for any breaks that might have been made by the cattle or intruders. We then made a quick survey, and the number of head were close enough to what was expected. Finally it was right before lunch when we got back home. We all had lunch, and I suggested that we go check out the old ranch.
Kim warned me I would not like what I saw, but refused to say anything else. So we all got in my truck and made the 10 mile drive over there. And when I turned the last bend and started up the tar and gravel road, I was shocked.
The couple that dad sold it to had said they were going make it into a winery. Well, there were trellis along the hills, but they all appeared to be dead. And the old house was gone! It was replaced with this stone fake French-style farmhouse, and there was nothing moving. We drove up, and indeed it was sitting where my old home was. The barn was gone, and in its place was a large steel covered building. And one door was open.
We got out and started to walk around. The house was vacant, and I saw that several windows were broken. Nothing but trash and dirt was inside. The large building was the same way, broken casks and machinery littered the floor.
“They tried to make a go of it, but the first year their pumps failed. Dad actually helped them get the land prepared, and told them that they needed new pumps. The 2 that you guys had were enough for the tenants you rented the land to for cattle and hay, but not enough for a 20 acre vineyard. They were running them constantly, and one failed from being overworked. Dad tried to get it going again, but it was shot. Then they tried to do it all on the remaining pump, and then it failed too.”
Kim shook her head. “He tried to tell them, and they finally ordered some new pumps. But it was too little too late. By the time the first one arrived, the vines were already dying. Then the bank refused the loan for the second one, so they decided to write off half the vineyard and make do with the other half. They sold off most of the wine equipment and tried to turn the shed there into a drying shed for raisins.
“Well, that fall was a wet one, and before they could get the crop dried, it started to mold. They sold it off for peanuts as mulch and silage. By then the amount they had spent building that house and shed started to come due. The winery lasted less than 2 years and never produced anything. Old JR bought it up cheap at the foreclosure auction, and it has been like this ever since. He transferred the water rights to one of his potato farms, and this here is not even good for grazing anymore.”
I wanted to cry, seeing this. I wanted to rage. Stupid Californians, coming in with their money and thinking they would show the dumb hicks in Idaho how to do things right! Their own hubris was their downfall however, they took a ranch that had been productive for over a century, and destroyed it in less than 2 years. And now the land is abandoned, owned by one of the largest farming conglomerates in the nation. And without water rights, it would likely never be productive again.
I got my camera out and took a few pictures, more for my dad than anything else. The house was beautiful, and the cost of that and the metal shed must have been in the hundreds of thousands of dollars when combined with the vineyard. I did not know a lot about winemaking, but I had no idea how they thought they could have made it work with that much being spent, and it being years before they could have made a profit on this enterprise.
“They would have been better off doing what we did. The ranch never made my family much money, but it more than paid for the taxes and upkeep, and still gave us some extra money at the end of the year. These people were fucking idiots.”
Kim nodded, saying that as far as she knew they had gone back to California with their tails between their legs, probably to return to whatever else they had done before they thought they could become wine moguls. Since nobody else was around, I went ahead and took Linda for a drive around the old homestead. For the first time, I really used the 4 wheel drive mode, climbing up the abandoned and rutted road that went straight up the hill (another stupid change, we already had a graded road that went up the hill at an angle to reduce rutting). I then drove along to the back fence, where the old stock pond used to be. Back when we lived here, it was normally 3-5 feet deep, and fed by one of the pumps via underground pipes. Now it was just a dry basin, and even the pump house was gone.
Because of the elevation change, this had been a 2 stage lift system. A pump at the stream fed water up to a large 50,000 gallon cistern halfway up the hill. There was a smaller pump from there that fed the watering hole.
“Yea, they dug up the pipes and sold them for scrap, and sold the smaller pump here at the top in the first year. The cistern they broke up and covered over. The fools pretty much ruined the entire ranch. It's not even good for rough grazing anymore, they covered almost all of it with those useless g**** vines. And old JR has no interest in spending the money to have them ripped out and restoring the land to at least rough grazing.”
I pointed out to Linda where the old fences had been, describing which areas we rented out for hay, and which for grazing. “We rotated them every 2 to 3 years, each Fall when he and dad decided to turn it over they would plow it all over, and all that cowshit made for great fertilizer for the hay.” Kim even said that it had been harder on her family, as they had been our only real tenant for grazing.
“Yea, we just had a handshake agreement with her family. Basically, they got free grazing in exchange for their moving the irrigation as needed every few years when we swapped the hay and grazing fields, and plowing. Oh, and 4 steers. We always ate really good, 4 steers can provide a lot of meat for a family of 3.”
“They did not pay you money?”Linda asked.
“Nope. Kim's dad did all the work, all the maintenance, and we got free beef. The money mostly came from the hay farm part. That was rented for cash, and was where we really did well. I think dad cleared maybe 5 grand or so a year net. It more than paid the taxes, and other expenses. We took the steers as we needed them, but even eating steaks every day, that is more than enough. A steer when butchered is over 400 pounds of beef baby. Imagine how much it would cost to go to Ralph's and buy over half a ton of high-end steaks every year.”
“Yea, and Dad still owes you and your dad 3 steers. Dad still curses the last owners though to this day. Because they rotated the fields regularly dad said this was some of the best grazing land in the area. It was never overworked, and had more than enough water for both purposes. Now he has to pay the ranching association to use their land, and he has to pay cash for that. By doing it barter, we both did well. Pete and his family ate fine Angus beef all the time for nothing, and it saved dad from having to sell them at auction. And to give an idea, 4 steers at auction is around $2,500 or more.”
Linda whistled. “That's not to bad. And your dad did all the work you said?”
“Yep. He did the maintenance on the pumps, the water pipes, moving and repairing fences, and everything else. It was a deal for him also, as it gave him about 10 acres of prime grazing land for nothing but labor. The other 10 were for the hay, the last 5 was the actual homestead.”
I nodded. “Kim and I used to skinnydip in the watering hole over there. Although it was more of a mud pit, we would come out absolutely filthy, but we loved it. Then just hit the lever to turn on the pump and use that to wash most of it off.”
“How old were you two?”
I looked at Kim, and she grinned back at me. “Oh, around 6 or so I think. I know we stopped when we were around 8, the difference between boys and girls was becoming obvious by then, so our moms made us stop.”
I grinned. “But we did it down at the creek until we were around 11 or so. By then Kim here started to grow boobies, and she called it quits.”
“Well, yea. You kept trying to grab them, and I was not ready for that yet. Plus I had already started to sprout my first hairs and you were starting to sprout actual boners.”
Linda giggled. “Really, you were getting boners at 11?”
“Well, yea. Yea, I knew what they were for, and how all the rest worked since I was like 6. Kim here was my buddy, my sister in love, my partner in crime. And I knew what parts went where, why, and what happened when they did. After all, we had been watching bulls and cows, and stallions and mares since we could walk. But that was the time we actually started to become aware that we were actually boy and girl.”
“You city girls all love to put on airs it seems, not saying anything about you Linda,” Kim said. “But I doubt most of your friends knew much about sex until your parents gave you the talk about the time you started to bleed. And I bet most of the girls in the city that get pregnant really do not understand how it all works. It just feels good, so you all drop your panties, spread your legs, and do it. But we grow up knowing the facts of life, and when you see a bull inseminating 30 cows in a day and they all get pregnant you know the risks.”
I laughed, seeing the wide eyes of Linda at the last sentence. “Oh yea Linda, remember how I said living here can give a guy a real inferiority complex? Kim here and I had just started dating when we went to the fair in Blackfoot. We had yet to do much more than kissing and a little groping. And we were looking through the livestock exhibit, and Kim here pointed out a stud horse that had a cock that must have been 3 feet long! Then as a horny teen, I think my most number of times jacking off in a day was 4 or 5. And knowing that a bull can mount 30 or more cows in a single day, and do it again the next day. We may think we are kings of the world, but dumb herbivores put us to shame in the things they can do sexually.”
Kim was giggling like crazy as I said this, and Linda was not much help either. “Like oh my god, really? 3 feet? I thought Pete was joking when he told me that once.”
Kim nodded. “Yep, I have seen some over 3 and a half feet long. Bulls can be about the same size. But trust me, the king of cock when it comes to farm a****ls is unquestionably the pig.” And she had no more than said that and I was laughing up a storm.
“The pig, you're joking, right?”
Kim and I were both almost breathless from laughing. Finally, I brought myself together. “Linda, truthfully? This is no joke. The pig has probably the largest penis of all farm a****ls, in relation to its size. Remember, a pig is about ½ to ¼ the size of a horse. Actually not much bigger than a grown man. But their cock is the same length, 3 feet long or so. And not only that, it's shaped like a corkscrew and is prehensile. As in, they can actually move it around like you could your finger or a monkey can its tail. They mount the sow from behind, and you can see their penis actually wiggling around as it searches for their cunt, and then goes inside. And the penis actually enters the cervix of the female, often getting stuck inside. Pigs often mate for over a half-hour, and the sow normally screams when the boar finally has had enough and yanks himself out of her. Remember when I said it is shaped like a corkscrew? They literally 'screw' it into the sow's cervix. That is why they scream when the boar dismounts.”
“Oh my god, really? You're not joking?” Linda actually winced as I described it.
“Nope, Pete's telling the truth. We never raised pigs, but when I was in 4H I knew k**s that did. I always hated them. They are mean, dirty, will eat anything, and you know they want to kill and eat you if they could. They are actually among the most dangerous farm a****ls there are.”
“Pigs, really?”
“Well, more are probably killed by cattle. But bulls tend to be aggressive, and you never get between a cow and her calf. But for pure meanness, pigs are the worst. They're omnivores, and there are many cases of them not only killing farmers, but actually eating them. Reality is nothing like Charlotte's Web Linda.”
By this time the sun was heading towards the horizon, and we headed on home. After dinner Kim suggested we go skating. Linda and I both agreed, and Kim suggested I put the beer in an ice chest and throw them into the back of the truck as she and Linda got ready. Once that was done I went to put on one of my Western shirts. And when the girls came out, all we could all say was “Wow!” Kim's mom asked if that was how Linda normally dressed for skating, and I admitted that it actually was.
Linda had brought along her turquoise sweater dress, and had a white belt around her waist. She loaned Kim one I knew had been a bit big on her, and it was light blue with a black belt. The hem was closer to her crotch than her knees, and it hugged her chest in a way it never had on Linda. Linda had also done their make-up also, and while it was not heavy it was more than Kim or other girls normally wore around here.
We told them we would be going to the stock pond when we got back, so to expect us late. Her dad said just to honk once when we got back so he knew we were there before we went back and I said I would.
And with that we were taking the 15 minute drive into town. One I used to make all the time, but had not done in years.
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