Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 27

She slowly stroked it, showing it off; "Maybe we'll try having you fuck my ass while Katie whips my pussy and Gina sits on my face; how does that sound, Daddy?" again with the little girl voice.

"Ah, fuck me," I groaned, running my hands over my face and through my hair, backing out of Britt's teasing grasp. "I can't take much more of this and we need to hit the road soon. You girls finish up and I'll go whip something up for breakfast," not recognizing my pun.

They were laughing and high-fiving as they watched me walk out of the shower, my hard-on bobbing up and down as I left. To their credit, it wasn't long before I heard the jet-like whine of three hair dryers.

I'd slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and some running shoes before putting together a quick breakfast. Soon, Gina and Kate pranced by, naked and happy, to their room to get dressed for the day.

The western store Becky worked at was supplying the bulk of the clothes that we would be shooting, so other than the skimpy bikinis they mentioned earlier to wear for a quick dip in the lake, we should be set.

In record time, all three emerged, dressed in shorts and crop tops and sandals on their feet. Each also had a gym bag with god knows what in them, and I wasn't about to ask. Throwing their bags on the floor near the front door, they joined me in the kitchen and quickly decimated everything I'd put out for breakfast.

There wasn't much conversation as everyone was anxious to take the motor home out on its maiden voyage, so it was eat, quickly clean up, and out the door. I glanced at my watch as Britt shut the coach door and I had to compliment the girls; "Believe it or not, we're actually about thirty minutes ahead of schedule; I'm impressed."

"Hey," Katie replied, "if we have to, we can get our act together, but given the amount of distractions we live with," giving me a wink and Gina a goose on the butt, "it's not always easy." Gina laughed as she spun to take her turn at pinching the little one on the ass, but Kate was already halfway to the bedroom.

I just shook my head in mock disbelief and took my seat in the captain's chair. Britt was giggling at her girlfriend's antics and took her spot in the seat beside me. We glanced at each other and we both broke out in big smiles. Stretching, we reached out and took each others hand and gave it a loving squeeze.

"Pilot to co-pilot," I said in my best imitation of a voice over a radio. Britt giggled and squeezed my hand once more before letting go, her smile as big as the motor home.

"Co-pilot, go," she replied, trying not to laugh as she did it.

I couldn't keep this up, so I just said normally; "You know, we should probably make up a pre-flight kinda list for this boat. You know, make sure we have all the hoses and cords detached and all the cabinet doors closed and that kind of thing."

"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense," she said as she looked on as I turned on the ignition and the big rear-engine diesel came to life. Squeals came from the back of the coach as the engine probably simulated those 'Magic Fingers' things we used to see in a cheap motel, vibrations running through the floor and the bed.

Britt didn't miss a move as I fussed with the lights and checked all the gauges. All looked good, so I threw it into reverse and then remembered we even had a rear-facing camera which I finally figured out how to turn on. "So cool," Britt said, as she sat on the edge of her seat to look at the small monitor.

Keeping quiet, she sat and watched as I swung the forty feet of steel and fiberglass in as tight a radius as I could, easily turning the coach and pointing it toward the big rolling door. Britt had snatched the remote for the door from the office and pointed it out the windshield and the door obeyed her command and we made the sharp left and were on our way.

The behemoth was actually a snap to drive as long as you remembered how big it was and paid attention to the mirrors. Britt sat back in her co-pilots seat and kicked off her sandals and put her feet up on the upholstered dash.

I will never tire of looking at her, dressed, undressed, doesn't matter. Now, her long sexy legs and pretty feet were on display and I forced myself to keep my eye on the road, taking the quick glance as I checked out the mirror on her side.

She caught me looking and stretched and shifted in her seat, giving me a look at her legs with her muscles taut and defined and her crop top sneaking up the slope of her breasts, giving a little under-boob tease. She smiled big as I had to do my own shifting and stretching to take the kink out of my cock.

"So, do you think you can teach me to drive it?" she asked as she put her legs back down and swiveled the big chair.

"I have no doubts about your driving skills, but I'm not sure I want either of them," nodding to the back of the coach as the giggling and squealing continued," driving it. Riding with Gina is like being on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride at Disneyland and I'm not sure Kate could reach all the controls," laughing.

"That's the truth," Britt agreed as she got out of her seat and stood back behind me. She did her magic on my shoulders and I think I maybe purred a little. "So can I get you anything to drink? I'm going to get me a water."

"That'd be great, but be careful when you open the fridge in case anything shifted."

"Gotcha," she said as she made her way to the kitchen. Returning with our drinks, she opened mine and sat it in the holder beside me and then took her seat, feet again on the dash. "Suppose I ought to call Becky and give the heads up that we are on the road?"

"Good idea, and also, ask her if she knows whether or not that station near them has diesel? I probably have plenty, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."

"Yes sir, Cap'n," she giggled as she pulled her cell phone out of her tight shorts and dialed up our redheaded friend. They spoke and laughed for a couple minutes, making little kissy good-bye's; "Yeah, they have diesel and it's a big place, so she said you shouldn't have any trouble navigating this boat around, her words," she laughed.

About then, Gina and Kate emerged from the rear and flopped down beside each other on the couch; "Are we there yet?" they whined in harmony, followed by more giggling and laughter.

I looked at Britt and shook my head; "Can you go back and swat them dear, I can't reach them from here."

"No Daddy," they squealed, hugging each other and cowering in the corner of the big couch; "We'll be good Daddy, please don't spank us Daddy," followed by uncontrolled laughing.

I could only shake my head, thinking how long a ride this could be and how lucky I was to have these three in my life. I glanced over at Britt and her blue eyes shined with a look of love as she sighed deeply. I mouthed 'I love you,' which she answered with a silent 'I love you more.'

It took another fifteen or twenty minutes before I pulled the home-on-wheels into the parking lot of the store and took up a half-dozen parking spots right at the front. We were there well before opening, so I was pretty sure Ginny, the owner of the store and Becky's aunt, wouldn't come out brandishing a shot gun to chase me out of town. There was knocking on the door before I had time to set the brake and put it into park.

Britt bailed out of her seat and skipped to the side entry, looking over her shoulder at me before she opened the door. I nodded that it was okay and she swung the door open; "watch the step," she warned as the automatic front porch slowly extended itself from under the carriage.

"Fancy," Becky tittered as she stepped up and poked her head thru the door; "Permission to come aboard Captain," she said to me with a big smile on that beautiful face framed in gorgeous long red hair.

"Get your sweet ass in here," I said, standing up and extending my arms out to her.

Her smile got even bigger as she bee-lined her way to my arms and wrapped me in her arms and long legs and gave me a breath-stealing kiss.

I had my hands on her daisy-duke clad ass, enjoying my reception when I chanced a glance over her shoulder and there stood Virginia, or Ginny as she preferred to be called, watching her niece lip-locked with another woman's boyfriend. Ginny pretty much knew the score, I think, but it still made me a little uneasy, so I pried the voracious ginger off me.

"Ginny," I said as I spun Becky around to face her aunt. Unfettered by her aunt's presence, she squealed and launched herself at Gina and Kate who she'd sprinted by to get to me. I looked back up at Ginny who was giving me one of those steely looks that makes you wonder which way to run when she broke out into a smile and said, "Well, do I get one of those, stud?"

Britt laughed and stepped aside, waving her arms to direct Ginny my way and we hugged and shared a more chaste kiss, but one that got my attention none the less. She gave me another lingering hug; "Good to see you again George, "winking before she turned," and you three lovelies too," giving them each a hug and kiss.

"Ya'll are about the sexiest bunch I've seen in a long time. I can't wait to see how these pictures turn out. We've got everything gathered up and by the front entrance, so let's get these sweet butts in gear and get them loaded up!"

The girls all laughed and saluted Ginny as the made their way out of the door. I dutifully followed and before you could blink, Ginny had us running back and forth, loading the various clothes and boots and hats into the coach.

As Becky was carrying the last load up the steps, handing them off to the others who were shuttling them to the back and stowing them for the trip, Ginny took my hand and led me to the back of the coach. Out of earshot of the others, she turned to me; "George, I really appreciate you doing this for me, well us, and I expect to be billed appropriately. I don't want any special deals or any such just because Becky's my niece. We both have businesses to run and we need to treat it that way."

She paused, making sure that I understood her stance; I nodded my head in agreement. "That being said," She continued, "I want you all to have a good time and stay as long as you want, you can even stay over in the house if you want to, though it looks like you brought your own with you," pausing to look down the length of the coach.

"Anyway, I know Becky has been looking forward to today and well, I know she can get to be a handful, so do me a favor and try to keep a tight rein on her. I don't want her falling off any haylofts or anything and breaking that pretty little neck of hers; her mother would have my scalp if anything happens to that girl."

She paused once more as I digested what she had said and something wasn't sitting right. "Anyway," she continued, stepping closer and nearly whispering, "if I was twenty years younger, I'd go with you and show you young'ns how to have a good time, but," turning me and giving my butt a friendly pat," someone has to mind the store."

Becky stuck her pretty little red head out the door just as Ginny had finished giving me my marching orders, "Well, we're all loaded up; time to get this show on the road."

"Alright young lady," her aunt replied as she followed her back into the motor home; "you have the list of shots we talked about earlier?"

"Yes ma'am," she replied, pulling the folded piece of paper out of back pocket of her tight shorts.

"Okay," she said and then turning back to me; "We came up with some suggestions that we thought would work well, particularly for this upcoming ad, but while we're at it, we should go ahead and just take a lot of, what do you call them, stock shots? That way we'll have plenty for the website and such. Anyway, I'll trust your judgment;" pausing to give me a look that made me cringe a little, "and Becky's too, to make it a successful day or two."

I just stood there and nodded my head as Ginny went in and gave all the girls a quick good-bye kiss on the cheek and I got mine as she stepped down the steps, turning before she stepped down and closed the door; "You girls don't do anything I wouldn't do," giving me a surreptitious wink.

My mind worked overtime as I fueled up the beast and then headed for the ranch. The girls all sat around on the couches behind me and yakked away, grey noise as I tried to decipher Ginny's random comments that somehow tickled my spidey-senses.

The long white three-rail fence reminded me that we were close and I whoa'd up enough to make the turn into the drive and pulled up to the gate. "Strait Shooter?" Kate asked as she looked out the windshield at the big arching sign over the locked gates.

"Yeah, my aunt is a big George Strait fan, much to my uncle's displeasure, but...well you've met her. I'll get the gate George, and then lock it up behind us, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan," I answered as Britt opened the door for her. Meanwhile, Kate had taken over the co-pilots seat and we both watched the shapely redhead in her daisy-dukes and tied-up shirt and boots make her way to the gate.

"Nice butt," Kate said, followed by a loud wolf whistle. We were both surprised when Becky turned and smiled at us before returning to unlock the gate. Kate looked at me, giggling; "Good hearing too!"

We watched as Becky swung the big gates to the side, and then waved us in, but not before turning her back to us and giving her butt a shake and a quick slap and a smile. "I really like this girl," Gina said over my shoulder, having taken in the show.

"Yeah, there's not much there not to like," Britt said, over my other shoulder. I threw the beast in gear and Becky gave us all a knowing little finger wave as we drove past her and through the gate. In a flash, she had the gate locked shut and bounded into the coach. "Onward, McDuff," she laughed as she closed the door.

Kate looked at me quizzically, "Macbeth, sort of," I replied as I put it in gear and headed for the barn, literally.

The girls ooh's and aah'd as I pulled into the barnyard area between the house, corrals and the massive barn. My three were out the door before I had it in park, Becky lingered until I had it out of gear and the engine shut down.

I stepped out of the captain's chair and Becky met me halfway to the door. "Hey cowboy," she said, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her lips met mine. Our tongues danced for a bit as my hands found her back pockets and pulled her tight. "Welcome back," she said, smiling as she rubbed against the hardness in my pants.

"Good to be back," I said as I took another wet kiss. I lead her out of the motor home and happened to glance up at the peak of the barn. Tucked under the overhang was a shiny black dome like they use for a video camera. All the gears meshed and I moaned out loud.

"What?" Becky turned to me and asked.

"Oh, nothing; hey I just noticed," pointing to the barn; "your aunt has video cameras here?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, turning back to join the girls at the corral, "She's had them here for years. These are hooked up so that she can keep an eye on the place over the internet. She has them out here, and over there, overlooking the corrals," pointing to the edge of the roof where the corrals butted up to the barn. I was following behind; "She also has them around the house and inside the barn too," joining the others at the fence.

"The barn," I muttered to myself. That's what the reference to keeping Becky from falling out of the hayloft was all about.

On our last trip here, when Becky and I came out to look the place over as a location to shoot for her aunt's store, Becky and I, well let's just say that Becky scared the hell out of me, perched on a railing, naked as a jay, high above the barn floor. I ran up the stairs to her 'rescue' her and eventually enjoyed my first course of her sweet snatch as she was sprawled naked on a bale of hay.

It now seemed rather obvious that Ginny's warning was warranted by a little firsthand knowledge and I doubt that Becky gave her a blow-by-blow of our fun on the farm that day.

I joined the girls at the rail where a couple of horses and Don, the donkey had come over to them. The girls were fawning all over the equines and little Kate was instantly drawn to the equally diminutive Don. Right down at his level, Don was loving all the attention Kate was giving him, scratching around his ears and talking to him like he understood every word she said.

The others were petting the other horses and talking amongst themselves when Gina called out; "Hey Katie, better watch yourself, I think Don may have a thing for you," laughing and the other girls looked over and joined in, busting up.

Kate looked at them, trying to figure out was so funny and then looked over at me. I just gave her a little half-smile and then nodded toward Don's hind-quarter. Still clueless, Kate bent down and looked under her new little friend and came up nearly screaming.

It seems that Don was enjoying the attention to the extreme and was now sporting a woody that would send any porn star screaming with fear off the set. "Holy Fuck," she yelled as she backed away from the fence, "He's really packin', "she said, well away from the proud pack animal, her eyes still glued to his prominent member.

Becky was laughing loud as she walked over to Don and gave him some more loving between the ears; "Poor baby," she said to Don, "did Kate get you all excited there big boy?"

Kate sheepishly walked back over to the corral and Don reached his head through the fence and tired to nuzzle her crotch. "Down boy," she screamed as she jumped back, scaring the donkey and he skittered back to the other side of his pen.

Approaching Becky at the fence again, she asked, "Did I really do that to him, I mean, did I really kinda turn him on or something?" Becky and the others laughed again and Kate began to get flustered. Becky sensed her real concern and put her arm around the little one's shoulders and hugged her to her.

"Yeah, in a way, you kinda did," Becky answered as she ran her hand up and down over Kate's arm. "He'd probably preferred that you were a girl donkey, but yeah, sometimes any affection will have an effect on them. Also, they have a keen sense of smell, and not that you smell like a donkey or anything," she smiled and gave her a kiss on top of the head, "they do sense arousal in their mates and for some animals, it triggers their time to mate and procreate."

"Now I feel kind of bad," Katie said, looking across the way at her new little four-legged friend.

"Why's that?" Beck asked, her hand having found its way down to Kate's perky little ass.

"Well, I don't know, I guess it's kind of like being a cock-tease, you know, getting a guy all worked up and then not, well you know," now turning crimson. Gina and Kate had been eavesdropping and couldn't help but get a couple digs in.

"I don't think you'd know how to be a cock-tease," Britt laughed. "You see a hard-on and you're all over it."

"Yeah, well, I've only been with...well almost two, so yeah, maybe I'm not that mean, ya know," defending her ground. Kate's hand had found Becky's backside and she squeezed her new allies butt cheek.

"Well, I guess you could always give him a handy," Gina giggled and Kate turned redder yet at her bedmate's comment.

"Don't worry about it sweetie," Becky said, turning Kate to face her, distracting her from the others; "if Don feels the need, he can get himself off."

Well that comment shut everyone up and they all stared at Becky. Britt naturally was the one to ask; "You mean he," nodding toward Don, whose excitement was now at bay, "you mean he can...well...masturbate?"

Now it was Becky's turn to laugh, "Well yeah, most all animals masturbate, one way or another. Horses and Don will use a fence or a fence post. We've all seen dogs do it, hell that's what they're doing when they grab onto your leg. We even had a goat here once who could give himself a blow-job; now that was a weird one to watch," she said as the girls hung on to every word.