The next morning I rousted the two sleeping beauties out of bed at 6:30; late for me, early for them. We had a lot of work to do today, and that called for an early start.
Janey was in good spirits, but Sally resented the time away from my cock. She felt I owed it to her, to make up for the last 6 days. I felt differently. You don't make up for things lost due to discipline. Else, why bother? If you're just going to get it later, why bother keeping it from you now? That was one reason I didn't like to use sex as a tool of discipline, at least the withholding of it as a punishment. Actually, I think she just woke up in a piss-poor mood. She had a bad case of the grumpies, but tough shit.
After a light breakfast, granola and yogurt, juice and coffee, I bundled the two dwarfs, Happy and Grumpy and both Sleepy, into the Jeep and headed to the 'back 40'.
Sally's property extended a couple of miles back into the rolling hills. There was one spot in particular I had in mind, a miniature box canyon not too far back on the property. I had loaded shovels and burlap sacks into the back of the Jeep, along with a basket lunch I had prepared the night before and some other supplies. Sally grumbled when she saw the lunch basket, as that told her this was not going to be a short drive in the country; in other words, no fucking for at least five hours. She was not a happy camper.
Janey had been excited to go into her room to see what attire I had picked out for them. Her disappointed face was priceless as she and Sally emerged in sturdy Levi jeans, suitably tight, of course, heavy work shirts, leather gloves, boots, a baseball cap and worst of all, underwear. Not the frilly kind, but sturdy cotton panties and heavy duty sports bras. No flashing today. I just smiled, and told Janey I thought she looked nice in those clothes. I was telling her the truth, and she knew it. It helped.
We bounced overland in the Jeep to the canyon I had in mind. I unloaded the shovels and sacks and divided them into three piles. I demonstrated how to fill the sacks with sand from the nearby dry creek bed and tie them off. It isn't difficult, but after the first two or three, it becomes monotonous. Then it's just plain backbreaking work. There were a couple of hundred bags to fill.
Janey and I finished our sacks at about the same time. I was more than a little surprised that she kept up with me. I was carrying the filled sacks over to another spot close by and was stacking them in a wall about waist high or a bit higher. It got hotter as the sun rose, and I took my shirt off, as did Janey. She smiled at me as I slowly appreciated her sweat-soaked sports bra that fit snuggly around her firm chest. She was openly appreciating my bare chest, as well. I keep in shape, but it was still nice to be admired by someone that young and firm.
We were leaning on our shovels, resting, waiting for Grumpy to get a move on, when the rebellion started. It had been apparent that Sally wasn't keeping up and now she wasn't working at all. Her gloves were off, and she was staring at us defiantly. Staring at me, anyway.
"Are you going to finish those, Sally? We're about done here," I asked her in a light tone.
"Are you going to make me?" she spat back at me. "Why the fuck are we doing this, anyway? If you're done, you can do these. I'm tired. I want to go home."
"Sally, just because I'm in charge today doesn't mean you can act like a little kid. That was last week. This week we're doing something different, OK?" I said calmly.
"Screw you, Mister 'I'm-in-charge, '" she bitched. "I wanted to stay in bed and make love today, but, nooooo, you had to be in charge. Well, I don't like it, and you can't make me. I'm horny, I'm angry, I'm tired. Three strikes and I'm out of here."
She stood there, daring me to do something. So I did.
I walked over to her smiling, and took her into my arms, hugging her. She gave a little sob and grabbed me around my waist. I turned her by the shoulder and walked her a ways away from where we were standing over to the stacks of filled sandbags. We stood there, facing into the canyon, listening to the quiet. I didn't know what to say. I was pissed, but I waited until my anger was under control.
I tugged her around in front of me, so that we were both facing the same way, her back nestled into my front. Spooning, standing up. I slowly began a major campaign on her breasts, building gradually, squeezing and pinching, to good effect. When my hands undid her Levi's there was no resistance left in her. She didn't even look around for Janey.
As soon as her white cotton panties cleared her hips I bent her forward over the sandbags. Her boots left the ground by a couple of inches and I stripped the pants down over the boots, but not off. That would take too much time. After grabbing and simply ripping her panties off, I moved her feet as far apart as I could and then gave them purchase on the lower tier of bags.
I lowered my zipper and released my swollen cock from confinement. I dipped it in the slit of her cunt, teasing her. Seriously, I had no intention of going that route after her insolent behavior. Her tight little asshole was just looking at me, begging for some attention. Besides, the little devices the Rosen's had implanted around it should have been loaded with the sexual enhancer by now.
Without warning, I aimed and pressed home the head of my cock.
"NOOONOOOONOOOO. Larry, please, not there. OH GOD, it's too big, I'm not ready. OHH Larry OOOOOEEEEEIIIIiiSSHHIITT. What's happening to me? OHHHHh yyyeesss!" she shouted to the wilderness.
I figured the little suckers that had been implanted at the clinic had just kicked in. Thank you, Drs. Rosen. Sally clamped her anal sphincter down hard on my cock and nearly snapped it off. It took lot of effort, on both our parts, but I finally buried the full length of my shaft in her rear canal. She screamed like a banshee each time she felt my heart beat. She could feel the pulse in her tightly stretched anal ring, and just that small amount of added pressure pumped a little more of the sexual endorphins into her system. She just kept going higher and higher and higher. There was no limit to the altitude on this rocket, and the first stage still had a lot of fuel to burn.
It was one of the noisiest fucks we had ever had. Part way through, Janey came up behind me and reached around me to hold my chest, her chest against by bare back. Every time her mother would climax, she would dig her fingernails into my pectoral muscles. Since Sally came nearly every time the pressure on the anal sphincter changed, I was a mass of scratches by the time we were finished. Janey's hand wandered down to where I joined her mother. I don't know if she was aware I had taken Sally anally or not, but as she felt the juncture and realized the port of entry was farther south than she was expecting, I heard her suck in her breath.
I slowly moved my body forward, driving myself back into the dark recesses of that clasping hole. Janey's hand was trapped between our sweating bodies. I stayed buried until I felt her hand leave my body and venture to Sally's. Her fingers moved lightly over the vacant cunt and finally found her mother's center. Janey caressed the excitable button to its fullest height and then flicked it incessantly with her agile fingers while I plowed the back forty. Together we gave Sally the orgasmic experience of her life to that moment.
I felt a small hand cup my balls from behind and gently massage them. A slight push, and a thumb penetrated my own asshole. I had done this before and knew what was coming. I started spewing my seed deep into Sally as the thumb fucked my ass and pressed on my prostate.
When my cock lost its stiffness, I pulled out of Sally with a slight sucking sound. I cleaned her up with her torn panties, and handed them to Janey to wipe her hand. Then I wiped myself off and zipped up. While we waited for Sally to come back to us, Janey took a towel and went to a nearby stream for some water.
When Sally did move, she pulled her pants up sans panties, tucked her shirt in and turned around. She kept her head bowed and kind of leaned into my scratched chest. When she spoke, there was a tinge of awe in her hurt voice.
"Was that you? Did you make me cum like that? What's happening to me? It's never been like that before!" she said, awed by her experience.
I held her tight. As much as I wanted to take the credit, I said, "I think you can thank the Rosen Clinic for that."
"Janey too?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," I admitted.
"God, when she discovers how good it is up the ass, we'll never have grandchildren," she commented idly.
She then turned to go, but stopped. "Larry? About what happened just now? The sex was great, and I deserved to get it up the ass the way I was behaving and all, but, well, it still hurt me in here." She pointed to her chest. "I don't like to feel like that."
I knew what she meant. Something had come between us, but I didn't know what it was, or what to do about it, but it was there and it was serious. Keeping her head bowed, she turned and went back to work on her sacks, completing them in short order.
I stacked up the sacks to form a protective barrier for anyone standing behind it. I got a large wooden box from the Jeep and set it on top of the barrier. From the box I took two smaller, polished wooden boxes and placed one in front of each of them.
Curiosity finally got to them and they opened the beautiful mahogany boxes to reveal compact, but lethal 9mm pistols. We went through a very thorough course on gun handling, gun safety, loading, aiming, carrying, and so on. There wasn't a live round to be found in any of the supplies in front of them, however. I was taking no chances.
They were good students. When I was convinced they were ready, which was long after they thought they were, I got another box from the Jeep and produced safety goggles and ear protectors. Then we loaded the guns one at a time with real bullets. One would shoot, the other would watch. Then they would switch. There was only one gun loaded at a time, and it was always pointed down range.
A 9mm is normally a big gun for a woman, but I thought they could handle it. Both had excellent hand and arm strength. The particular model I selected is downsized in the grip, and had been designed to be used as a backup weapon for cops. It was light and sturdy. If they ever needed to use it, the 8 rounds it carried were going to be enough.
For the finale of the morning, I produced two man-shaped targets and said the winner got their choice of seats for the event of the afternoon. Janey turned out to be the better marksman. At first, she objected to shooting at silhouettes of human figures. Sally held up her hand to stop her from shooting, walked down to the target, and in big lipstick letters, wrote 'Steven' across the figure.
I was shocked at what she had done. Janey just got quiet, as she realized, suddenly, just how serious this was. Her next 8 shots tore the crotch out of the target. Everything after that landed in the chest. I made a mental note not to get her angry with me. When she was mad, she was cold-blooded and an excellent shot. I wondered if I should have armed them at all.
On the next target, Sally was hitting very close to her daughter's score, and with a couple of good shots on the two remaining rounds, could win. Janey held up her hand to stop the shooting, went down to the target and scrawled 'Larry' on the silhouette and drew an oversized phallus at the crotch. She proudly strutted back, thinking she had shaken her mother and that she would retain the highest score.
Sally stared at the target for the longest time, and then slowly laid her gun on the sacks, conceding defeat, an unfamiliar sad and hurt look in her eye.
It was an uneasy moment for all of us. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to win.