"Damn."
"But not all the time. There will be a 4-hour window at one end of your shift at 6:00 am and another 4-hour window before you start your shift."
"Sounds good. We could also go for walks and watch DVD's and do other stuff as well."
"How long do you take over sex?"
Ryan grinned at the tired-looking 35-year old. "As long as it takes."
Sally's eyes flickered in interest.
Sally was a good fuck. She preferred riding cowgirl and would sing away happily allowing Ryan to half-doze after coming off shift and would slap him on both thighs to attend to his responsibility if his cock began deflating. He only had to open his eyes and spot the flying tits to become hard again. It was a very cooperative affair. At the other end of the day he'd be revitalized and would energetically fuck the tired Sally to sleep. She just loved this arrangement but she was a jealous cow.
Two days before Sally's husband was due back from visiting his parents she received a telephone complaint at 4:00 am from a couple sleeping above a store that there was unbearable noise coming from the restaurant. She dressed and hurried down to investigate.
Ryan had been watching a DVD about river life in Central Africa not long after 2:00 when three drunken women had arrived, hungry and complaining to Ryan they'd left their husbands telling filthy stories to three wide-eyed young women.
"Guys who neglect three beauties like you need their heads read," Ryan said, and took their orders. He noted them whispering and looking at him as he gave Mr Lee the order docket.
Ryan had introduced himself as Ryan when first talking to the women. One of them now called, "Oh Ryan baby."
He went over and the 40-year old poked her finger under his nose. It smelt of pussy and the three of them giggled at his surprised expression. The one they called Jan slid her chair back and opening her legs wide, pulled up her dress and said, "Lick me Ryan."
All three women looked at him intently.
He swallowed.
All three began fingering themselves so he knew he had a compliant audience but thought it would take an awfully long time to do the rounds.
"Hey, all of you get on your backs across the counter and I'll triple dip."
The women shouted in excitement. Strip off completely, Ryan leered, and they were only too happy to oblige. He told Mr Lee to hold the orders and to either watch or go back to sleep. Old Mr Lee chose sleep.
It was an education for Ryan. One of the 40-somethings was hairy, one was clipped and one was hairless. It was the first time Ryan had seen a completely bald pussy on an adult woman. All three women, although drunk, appeared to be in pretty good shape so he doubted he could manage the full routine on all three of them. But he drew in a deep breath and waggled his shoulders, telling himself to give it his best shot.
He licked them, going from left to right and back again, about twenty seconds a shot, licking around the opening and then pocking deep with his tongue, and then repeating that rhythm. The trimmed one wanted a finger in her asshole but the other two screamed they didn't. They were now laughing and shouting and Mr Lee was shouting 'Shut up your whores' when Sally came running in.
Sally said sternly, "Ladies please be quiet and return to your table. Mr Lee please cook the meals."
She then pulled Ryan by the ear to the cash register, thrust some money into his hand and said, "You're fired. Collect your things from my house and disappear you ungrateful leach."
The ungrateful leach did what he was told, packed his backpacked and headed out into orchard country, severing the connection with Sally but found there was unfinished business. A car came up behind him and the driver tooted. It was Kate and Kimberly, two of the married women from the restaurant. Kimberly who was driving said they'd dropped Sarah-Ann off at her home and she was taking Kate home.
"Get in and come to my place," said Kate. Kim and I feel like a fuck.
Ryan didn't know about that but Kate said it would be fine so he climbed in and off they went with Kimberly saying, "We were just lamenting about missing out as you probably have a great cock. We normally are three good mothers but tonight we decided to cut loose when we saw we had potential with you."
"And you were drunk."
"Yes," Kate giggled.
They came to a little village and after Kimberley parked outside Kate's house, the women beginning stripping as soon as they entered through the front gate.
"My three kids are asleep so we'll just have to make do with the hardboards on the porch," Kate said. "At least Kim and I will have pillows from the chairs.
Neither woman showed any sign of touching each other. That rather disappointed Ryan because he'd seen DVDs of threesomes and thought it looked kind of cute. It looked very sweaty and messy, but kind of cute. He fucked Kimberly who told him to shoot up inside her and she then got dressed. Kate was much better and with her busy hands and disgusting talk and both women looked in awe when Kate was sprayed over her tits and face.
"Are you interested in fruit-picking?" Kimberley asked as Ryan was dressing.
"Yeah."
"Well you best come with me. We start plum picking tomorrow. Geoff when he gets home and has a few hours sleep will want to set out the equipment so you can help."
"Okay."
"Did I miss hearing a thank you?"
"Oh thank you Kimberly..."
"Uh-uh. It's Mrs Morris from now on. We don't wish to make Geoff suspicious."
"Oh thank you Kimberly. I had wanted to try my hand at fruit picking."
Ryan stayed eighteen days because in that second week another crop of plums were ripe and they then picked early apples.
Living conditions had been rather spartan and only guys were employed because Geoff had long ago learned the lesson and same-sex pickets work out better. Ryan never got close to Kimberly in all that time, much to his disappointment because after leaving Kate's house just before sunrise that day Kimberly had said with great interest that she must get him to spray her with cum. "It was one of the most revolting and yet exciting things I've seen for a long time and the look on Kate's face told me she'd gotten a better fuck that I did."
He moved along the orchard belt until the end of the season which quite good money in his pocket because he'd not been anywhere to spend it. The growers gave each picker two bottles of beer each evening, and that was enough for Ryan so he didn't go out with the guys drinking and whoring. He'd also found that if he sat on a rock alone after working hours of on the bank of a stream, within view of the house, usually a daughter or the wife would wander over to talk to him and would soon indicate the reason for her fraternization
With winter only weeks away Ryan decided to end his drifting for four or five months so went to a job-search agency and paid for a contact -- a boat builder wanting a general hand but experience was necessary. As Ryan had spent the previous winter working for a home furniture-maker he considered that experience.
Colin Kingston the boat builder didn't really think furniture making was aligned experience until Ryan said he thought making kitchen cabinets was.
"You idiot, why didn't you say you built cabinets?"
"It was implied. Anyway it was fabrication work as everything was cut to size."
"That's what happens here. Paul and I don't trust you bums to cut anything to exact specs."
"Oh. Well perhaps I should say I worked for the ferry company servicing Bananaboat Island, driving a forklift and assisting loading freight and passengers and during off-time spray-painting the deckhouse and cabins of the standby ferry."
"Is that so. Then you better sign here and here and find yourself accommodation."
"May I sleep in the loft above the workshops and have meals with you and your family?"
Colin looked about to tell the upstart to get fucked, but then he scratched his groin and said, "The other guys will complain."
Ryan grinned. "Unable to crush complainants I suggest."
"You suggest nothing, so watch your mouth. At least you have a bit of fire in you. I'll ask Carolyn."
He called his wife. Carolyn took one look at Ryan and returned inside the nearby house, calling over her shoulder, "Approved."
She was skinny with a sharp face so Ryan thought she'd be safe from him sniffing around her. In a rather compelling manner, that negative thought was powerfully reinforced by Colin who placed a big, powerful mitt on Ryan's shoulder and he was told: "Horse around my wife or children and you will be found floating out to sea on the tide, your eyes frozen in terror."
