Meanwhile back at the ranch, Peggy and I finally opened up her picnic basket about midnight. The food was great, and so was the company. We toasted each other with ice cold sparkling cider (she noted that she did not drink either, not due to a metabolic issue like me but that she had seen 'alcoholism close to her family' and she just wanted to stay away from it to be sure), and I made toasts to Peggy's marvelous breasts, her perfect pussy, and her awesome ass, and she giggled and blushed at each one. We took the grapes out of the homemade chicken salad and fed them to each other. She toasted my tongue, saying she had never had so many orgasms in her life, and my cock, saying it was now her favorite snack. I discovered that holding some of the highly carbonated cider in my mouth while sucking on her nipples provided her with some extra stimulation, and she quickly applied the same technique to my nipples, with great results. Finally she rolled over onto her stomach and said "Please just fuck me from behind!" and I did my best. Once again she could take everything I could dish out, and she enjoyed catching just as much as I liked pitching. I listened to her Suzie signal almost absentmindedly and she came three times with me on autopilot. Her third orgasm triggered mine, and suddenly I was violently spent, and then lay peacefully on top of her for some time, then we snuggled together and slept again.
When we awoke we went into the family room of the ranch house, which had been constructed around a patio that contained three big tiered bird baths with a flowing water system, planted all around with plants that attracted butterflies and other tasty insects that attracted birds, plus several traditional bird feeders. Hummingbird feeders where hung so they would be visible from the floor to ceiling windows. As the sky began to show pink to the east, she was captivated by the birds that began to arrive, and spotted two additional new ones on their way to winter in South and Central America, respectively. Soon the patio looked like the tarmac at DFW, with all manner of birds landing, eating, watering, bathing, and taking off again. We stripped the bed in the guest room, took a shower together, and then put the sheets and towels in the washer. We dressed and went outside and Peggy took the lead on checking the drip systems, demonstrating considerable knowledge by spotting the clogged emitters quickly and also spotting the tools and spare parts kits on the gardening bench. In twenty minutes all was functioning perfectly. She also demonstrated easy familiarity with deer feeders and salt licks, and here I thought she was a city girl. We took the sheets out of the dryer, made the bed, and hung the towels in the guest bathroom, and suddenly our chores were all done. We packed everything into the Rover, armed the alarm, locked the door behind us, and hid the key again. We took a driving tour of all three lakes in the full daylight, then passed through the gate, closed it, and accelerated onto the county road.
Peggy drove smoothly and confidently, and it made me realize how comfortable I felt with her. I sent my grandma a quick text telling all was well and we had just locked things up and left. She replied 'any new ones :)' The radar detector sounded as we approached the state road, and Peggy set the cruise control for the double nickel, passing a state trooper writing a ticket for an eighteen wheeler. Once we were out of radar range, it was back to 100 mph and we covered the ground back to campus very quickly. We made our goodbyes with some sweet kisses and she dropped me at the dorm. I was not the least bit hungry, and immediately took a nap. I awoke when Kevin arrived back at the room to shower before dinner. He had been playing touch football for ZZZ against another frat. He shouted at me from the shower as I tried to wake up. "I haven't seen anything on Alpha Gamma in the press yet, but every fraternity and sorority has seen all the videos and I have heard some really wild stories being told about who was recognizable in the videos. Nobody can find the guy who runs their website, and their house is sealed up tight. No one is answering the door or the phone, but they send a guy out every once in a while to pick up all the jars of mayonnaise that pranksters are leaving on their lawn. I heard that someone panicked and took a welding torch to the webmaster's PC at the house, thinking that would take down the website, but it is still up. And the hit count is blowing up like a bomb! My dad has two potential clients signed up already, but he says there may be some criminal charges happening too."
He shut off the shower, but continued talking. "Everyone is ecstatic except perhaps the Kappa Kappa Alphas. They used to be certain there was one frat lower and more despicable than they were, but if the AGs get the death penalty, then 'KKK's will be the lowest thing in the food chain."
I spoke up. "Speaking of that, Kev, how did a nice Jewish boy like you end up with the initials KKK?"
He laughed. "My dad was trying to build his brand. He thought that was thumbing his nose at the anti-Semites and it would help to make him look like the baddest Jew trial lawyer on the East Coast! It may have worked, but I have taken some shit, too. Let's go do dinner."
About 260 miles south southwest of campus, the AG sysadmin/webmaster was waking up to the most awful headache and hangover he had ever even heard of, much less experienced. He vaguely remembered floating the river and the two girls and then the drinking game. The girls told him he was winning, but it seemed to him he was losing more clothes and drinking way more shots than they were. He had a fleeting memory of them naming him "King Stud" and something about giving him a chance at 'every girl in boy's town', but he was not sure what that meant. He did focus his eyes for a few minutes while they were driving and saw a sign for 'Laredo' and then seeing lots of signs in Spanish. They went to some sort of night club with topless dancers and a donkey and then everyone was cheering and the two girls from the river were gone but there were lots of other nice dark haired girls that were paying him a lot of attention and the lights were very bright. He forced his eyes open now, wincing at the pain the harsh sunlight caused. He was in some kind of really cheap and dirty motel room. He had no clothes on, and could not find any in the room. His phone was on the floor, but he could not find the battery anywhere. Someone knocked on the door. He peeked out the peephole and saw a tall dark man with a big mustache in a light brown uniform with a badge and sunglasses and a dark brown cap. Maybe this nice policeman would help him out.
I was surprisingly hungry at dinner, and Kevin gave me an update on all the latest gossip. Janet's roommate Melanie had dropped out and gone back to Houston, and Janet and Lou were hanging out together a lot now. Lou was great in bed but a little bossy, and what happened to double teaming her? I told him I was having trouble keeping up with my best girls and did not have the energy for a 'spite fuck' right now. He said he understood. He said he was amazed that he had been ramping up his kinky demands on Lou, not really caring if she broke up with him, but the kinkier he got the hotter she got and the more orgasms she had, and he was now reluctant to break up with her. He said Lou was apparently not nearly as wild as her reputation led people to believe, and Kevin was only the second guy she had slept with since she started school. We talked about the Halloween party at ZZZ and I told him I would be there but was also going to a lot of others after that. He asked if I would bring Suzanne or Lara, and I said yes. He looked at me funny, and then asked "Both of them!" I smiled. "What kind of costumes will they be wearing?"
I laughed. "I don't know that myself. I won't get to see them until that night. But I would bet my left nut they will look pretty good!"
Kevin grinned. "You fucking dog. I guess we better warn the photographer!"
