Spreading Seeds
Chapter 5 – Private Lessons

Authors Note:
( This series was originally title “Goat Testical Soup for the first for chapters. I know, bad title, but What the Hell it was my first published work and it was only a joke anyway. “Spreading Seeds” is better, Let me know if you like the title change)
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The day after the Great Barney Clusterfuck, as it came to be known, we awoke and the girls all left smiling, although some left with sore pussies.

The men were all smiling too as we took the time to bathe and clean up. The dining hall was pretty empty by the time we got there; a few women sat drinking tea and as the ten of us came in they gave us a round of applause. After breakfast I had checked up on the mules with sore feet and found that they had been cared for and would be ok after some rest. Astral had taken me to see the feed barns and the vegetable greenhouses where her mother worked. Her mother Betty was about forty years old and handsome if not pretty. She kissed me like a son and introduced me to all her colleges in the green house.

We left the green house and Astral took me to see the pottery kilns and the machine shop. I found that while they had full machine shop they didn’t have many machinists because the tool bits necessary to train them were limited. There was a coal mine near by and they used coal for their pottery kiln and to fire up the boilers of a steam generator to run the shops but the cost of transport made it prohibitive to use the generators much and besides the wear and tear were of great concern.

Astral took me out to show me the nearer fields which were rotated and included pasture for small dairy herd of cows and goats. Once away from people Astral slid my arm around her and told me of the trail of the goatherd which she had taken the last five years, and how they had lost two fine rams to a Grizzly bear last summer.
I told her of when I had been in the middle of a stamped of Bison near Porterville. I was only saved by a very stout old pepper tree. I had her attention and we were in each others arms so I kissed her. Her head snapped back with a look of horror and said, “Oh Josh!”

“What,” I said.

“There is the lunch bell,”

I kissed her again and she let me, well more than let me, encouraged me really, to stick my tongue far enough down her throat to check her ovaries. But at last she backed away laughing, “I’m already pregnant, no need to check.”

I trapped her arms and pulled her up to me and kissed her on each cheek. “Astral, I hope you are carrying my son. I’ll never really know him so tell him that I very much hoped the best for him.” I cried a tear and my nose got stuffy but Astral just kissed me. I felt hot tears on my cheek that weren’t mine and an eager mouth and I finally broke the kiss and just held her until we both regained control. She wiped her eyes with her shawl and then wiped my eyes while I pulled out my kerchief and blew my nose.

After that romantic interlude there was no option but to lunch with the whole community. We wandered back up to the mess hall meeting up with some friends of Astral on the way and she introduced me. The girls shook my hand and all looked at me with awe, I thought it was because they weren’t used to seeing men without keepers.

We weren’t too late but the Mess hall was filled and noisy. I noticed that my team was spread out, Oh a few of our girls sat with Chief Mercer, Sue and men of the Black Brotherhood at a table away from the kitchen. But the guys and some of the women of my team were spread out mingling with the locals.

Astral was looking over the crowd and saw her mother waving. She pulled me across the room and introduced me to all the Aunties that had gathered around us. A couple of them were definitely Milfs but I kept my hands to myself and eventually we all took our places and the food started to arrive and questions started coming my way. I answered them as best I could and tried to duck some pointing to my full mouth. I ate so much that Betty made a joke about me eating for five, me and my four sons.

That set off a round of questions about my sons and I ended up admitting that I had only ever seen two of them, the others being born after I had left Redding and gone back to Davis. The women all said that was too bad but, I should still be proud and to love the ones I had met. I told them that I did and they believed me. “I know more of my girls because they are all at the cr?e at the University where I work,” I said.
“Oh you have girls too?” Auntie number 13 asked.

“47 girls and four sons as of last Christmas,” I said immodestly.

You would have had to throw an enraged wolverine in the midst of a flock of turkeys to get a bigger reaction.

In truth Scouts don’t worry about their sons too much until they get to be about 13, then they make sure that they join the Kiva where they can get male companionship and learn the skills necessary to live well in world of women. I was way too young to be at that point but it was coming and I wrote a letter to each of them around their birthdays.

I noticed that all our men were all surrounded by Aunties and were seated with one or more of the girls they had covered last night, Raule sat between Morgan and the brunette. Their mothers on the other side of the table pushing food Raule’s way. Raule had taken that same tactic I had but was up to his ears in Sweet Corn Fritters as a result.

Betty patted my arm, “Josh if you’d like, you can come to our house and have dinner with us some night.”
“I’d like that,” I said.

“I have to get back to the radishes,” Betty said and got to go. I got up and gave her a little hug, “It was a pleasure to meet you.” She grinned up at me and squeezed my ribcage in a massive hug, her head on my chest. She stepped back and took a deep breath and just smiled and turned to Astral, pecked her on the cheek and said, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Astral and I took that as our cue to leave also and started making our way out. There were the “Hello’s” and “Goodbyes” and “This is Josh” and so on as we made our way through the thinning after lunch crowd. I saw Audrey across the room and she pointed me out to someone. I waved at her and told Astral I’d meet her outside.

I made my way through the room to Audrey. Audrey looked different with her clothes on. She wore her hair in a bun with elaborately carved hair pins and had on loose fitting pants and a shirt also plain light cloth but I saw the same flashing eyes and eager grin that I remembered from last night. Audrey came forward to meet me and said, “Oh Josh, there’s some one I want you to meet.”

She pulled me by the hand and presented me to an aging grandmotherly type seated next to the wall of the mess hall. “Mother, this is Josh Perkins. Josh this is my mother Evelyn Riley.” Audrey stepped back and smiled at me.