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. I reached for the old ladies hand and said “Pleased to meet you” She looked me up and down then beckoned me and said, “Come closer young man. These old eyes are weak.”

I knelt on one knee in front of her chair and she leaned in and looked me up and down. Her face was as composed as if she were inspecting a manure heap; she reached out and touched my face. Her hands were smooth, warm and soft. I moved closer thinking “she must be almost blind” and her other hand touched my face feeling the eye ridges and hollow of my cheeks down to my chin then back up touching my nose and feeling my lips. Delicate as a butterfly she touched me, while I leaned closer to her watery eyes. Her hands smoothed back my hair then she kissed me soft as a butterfly. Then her hands turned my head and she kissed me as a woman briefly.

I was cool about it and smiled at her and kissed her hand on the palm. “Very pleased to meet you Ms. Riley.” Sarge would have been proud of me.

“So this is the young man I have heard so much about?” She still had her hands on me but just, she smiled and pushed me away soft as a butterfly. As I stood back up the Aunties cackled to each other and smiled.

Audrey came up and grasped my arm smiling up at me, “Yes Mother isn’t he wonderful?” she actually hopped a coupled of times smiling at me so much it hurt my face.

I turned back to her mother who smiled but not too convincingly. “Yes he is indeed wonderful.” Her face wasn’t smiling when she asked, “My boy is it true that you have sired 51 children?”

All of Audrey’s Aunties gasped, Audrey looked at me shocked then glee spread over her face the she hopped a couple of times and looked at me for an answer.

What could I say? I simply said, “Yes.”

Audrey smiled at me and hugged me. Ms. Reilly laughed and stood up and hugged me. “You are a man,” she said, “We haven’t had anyone as potent as you around here in twenty years, Welcome Josh, Welcome.”

All The Aunties were chattering. Audrey kissed me and hopped again, kissed me and I held on to her just to keep decorum in the mess hall. She threw her arms around my neck and looked me in the eye smiling about to burst. “You didn’t tell me last night. I thought you had only four.”

“Only four sons but 47 girls too, 51 as of Christmas, but how did your mother know?”

“Oh mother knows everything; she is the head of the whole Administration.” Audrey said. “Damn I have to get back to work, we are castrating goats today and we are only half done. If I’m going to bathe and make Dinner I have to go.” She kissed me again and asked, “I will see you at Dinner?”

“Sure, I’ll look for you. I have the day off and no duty until tomorrow morning.” I let her down and she kissed me somewhat ostentatiously then skipped off to castrate her goats. I turned to say goodbye to Ms. Riley but her chair was vacant and all the Aunties had moved on to interrogate someone else.

I made my way outside and found Astral talking with some women and girls. The young ones looked at me and smiled. A few tittered behind the women’s backs. Astral introduced me and I shook hands all around. We left to see the library. As we were leaving I heard one of the girls squeal, “51 and he hasn’t been at it five years!” Astral’s reaction was to smile, grasp my arm and laugh. We laughed a lot on the way to the library and met half the village before we entered another Beehive dome complex larger than the bath house.

The entry way of the library was another half dome like the Bathhouse but the entrance to the Library stacks was thru a heavy wood wall with an impressive set of doors. An office set in one corner, a sky light above let in good light on a desk. A woman leaning over several layers of heavy paper stood half turned to us. “Goodness Come in Astral and who is this?” She said as she stood up and shook out her dress beckoning us to come to her.

Astral introduced us saying,“This is Josh Perkins, Josh this is Margaret Black, she was my first music teacher and will be my thesis mentor if I’m lucky.”

Ms. Black extended her hand and looked at me over her glasses and said, “Pleased to me you Josh,” then she looked at Astral and back at me smiling then looked at Astral, “OH Josh?” she asked and Astral nodded. Margaret took my hand and got as far as “Oh Josh,” and she laughed and laughed again bending over and hanging on to Astral who had exploded as well.

I didn’t see the joke but I laughed with them and finally they caught their breaths and were hugging and whispering and I gave them some space. Finally they came up wiping their eyes. Margaret took my hand and shook it then turned her hand and brought mine to her lips and kissed it. She looked at me with laughing eyes, “Oh thank you for that moment I haven’t laughed like that, well in years. Although,” she said shaking her hair back, “I can’t for the life of me explain why.”

Margaret was Head Librarian and she explained to me that the stacks were not really in the building. “No there are far too many books in the true stacks, they are all under ground. We access them but most of the books never leave their chambers.” We make our primary education books and of course a lot of paper. We have two printing presses and cast our own type, but we just don’t have the right inks or thread to make silk screen techniques work.”

Astral had chattered and I had listened and asked many questions, finally we left the Library and started walking out to a look outpoint above the village.

The terrain was steep and I had to help Astral up the last incline. When she came up over the ledge I pulled her into my arms and held her a little too long. I backed away embarrassed at my familiarity with a woman I hardly knew.

“What’s wrong?” Astral asked, but I just smiled and looked out over the valley and down the canyon to the west. The sun was lowering to the Horizon and I knew that there only a few hours left of my day off.
Astral came up and took my hand and kissed it. “What’s wrong, you held me then you pushed me away?”

I looked down at her face and smiled, “You are so pretty, and I wanted to … Well to hold you and never let you go, but it would be wrong.” I looked down into the village pointing, “They require discipline, and I can’t forget my mission.”

Astral looked puzzled, “What Mission?”

“To help mankind recover from its own insanity. To break the effects of the Residual Effects of the palgue.”

“You take it very seriously then,” Astral said releasing my hand.

I looked at her for a second, “Serious as Death.” I said slowly.

Astral frowned and looked at the village below them. “Here let’s sit.”

We found a place where the villagers had split off a slab of rock to form a bench and sat together elbows on knees. Astral “Does that mean that we can’t be friends?”

I smiled at her and put my arm around her, “No we can be friends, but I have to remember my oath.”

“Oath?”

“Yes the oath of the Kiva”

“Tell me about the Kiva”

I explained how the Kiva was central to my life having been raised in the Kiva since I was 13 and trained by the Kiva in many things.

Astral listened and snuggled under my arm asking questions about my life in Davis and how I had been raised. She was surprised to learn that I had sworn the oath of the Raccoon lodge and would not fornicate outside the Kiva.

“So you wanted to fornicate with me and you pushed me away to keep your oath?”

I rubbed her arm looking down in to her eyes, “Yes, I had the urge to worship you, not as a goddess but as Astral’s soft warm and loving. But,” I said looking away from her. “I can’t”

“Would it be breaking you oath if you kissed me?”

“No that would be alright.” I said not looking at her but at the village.

She turned her head to me and pulled my chin around, “Then kiss me.”

I did and soon the kissing led to fondling and Astral took off her shirt and mine and rubbed her nubile breasts against my chest and moaned as I sucked her tender nipples.

I stopped kissing her after awhile and looked down at her breasts, slowly rubbing my fingertips over her broad areola and pinching her nipple. “You know it is very seldom I see a woman in the light of day. You are so beautiful it takes my breath away.”

Astral blushed and kissed me, “Would you like to see more of me,” she said into my lips?

“Yes I’d like to see every square centimeter of you and kiss each centimeter.”

Astral stood up and peeled her skirt off. She slowly turned as I leaned on my elbow and smiled.
“Now come here and let me kiss you,” I said. Astral came closer and kneeled next to me on the bench. I ran my hand from her shoulder down her arm to her hand which was on her knee, then felt the tender skin on the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly to allow me to explore.

I sat up and moved so I was next to her, kissed her on the lips and ran my hand over her thigh, “You are so smooth,” I commented as I slid my hand from knee to pubis. “Let me look at your bush.” I said.

“What,” she said and I helped her sit with her legs spread around me so that her bush was exposed to the sun and to my gaze. I smiled at her, “Lovely just lovely,” and ran my hands down her legs.
She shivered and smiled at me.

“You know you should trim your bush back a little. Next time you come to the bath house I’ll trim it for you, Okay.”

“Okay,” she said shyly.

“You shouldn’t hide your clit like that,” as I felt for it in the nest of black curls with my fingers. She gasped as I found it and gently rubbed. “The girls at home always kept their bushes trimmed to a centimeter or so. It keeps it out of your mouth when you worship the Goddess.”

“You don’t like hair in your mouth,” she asked

“No,” I said then looked up and smiled, “Well once in a while maybe,” and kissed her knee. “Lay back on the bench,” I said as my lips traced down her left thigh. Astral lay back and felt the sun on her body, the spring day was warm but not a warm as my tongue or fingers.

I made a u-turn and started up the right leg all the time stroking her clit. Her hips began to rock in rhythm with my fingers. “Are you still sore,” I asked as my finger gently probed the opening to her vagina.

Astral was panting a little, “No it feels good.”

I slipped a finger in to her vagina and rubbed her ‘G’ spot; she squirmed and moaned as I caught it just right. She lifted her hips as I massaged her ‘G’ spot and softly licked her clit. Astral climaxed and squirted hot fluid all over my chin. I kissed her clit and licked it until she couldn’t take it anymore.

I avoided the wet spot and cradled Astral in my arms across my lap, kissing her mouth and caressing her breasts. Astral broke the kiss and put her hands over her head stretching out fully as I stroked her abdomen and ruffled her bush. She smiled broadly, “Wow!, oh Wow!, is all I can say.”

I laughed, “That is a little of the knowledge that the Kiva taught me. Maybe later I can show you some more?”

Astral put her hands in my hair and pulled me down to her. “Yes maybe later.” And kissed my lips, chin and cheeks. “Is there anything I can do for you?” she whispered into my ear.

“No, I couldn’t ask it.”

“What,” she said stroking my chest and looking up at me.

I looked a little embarrassed, “Well you know how I said that the Kiva trained us to hold back until the woman had climaxed?”

“Yes,” Astral said looking inquisitive.

“Well part of the training is to resist the urge to climax while a woman licks and sucks our penis.” I hurriedly added, “It is the most effective way to train and we generally do it once a month, back home. But, since we’ve been on the trail for the last four months we haven’t been able to. Last night and the night before, I found myself, well out of control at times and if you could help me,” I hesitated as I watched her reaction to what I said

Astral smiled as my words came out so quickly, then her face got serious as she contemplated what I was asking, “Go on” she said finally.

“Well if you could help me resist the urge for a while, it would help keep my vows.” I watched her intently as she considered the proposition.

She wasn’t looking at me but back down at the village. She turned back smiling, “OK, If it will help keep up your training.”

I gathered her up in my arms and kissed her lavishly. I kissed my way to her ear and whispered, “There is just one thing.”

“Umm?”, Astral answered.

“If I do climax not a drop can fall to the ground. You have to swallow it all. Otherwise the ceremony is ruined and not a ceremony. Can you do that?”

Astral considered for a while looking me in the eye. “Yes, I can do that if it will help the ceremony,” She smiled then pulled at my pants, “You need to let me see what is in there, I showed you mine,” and giggled.

I got up and took off my boots and pants, my flaccid penis attracted Astral’s attention and she reached out and fondled it. I sat down next to her and leaned back. “Now the ceremony starts with you touching and softly squeezing, If I start to get hard, than back off for a moment until I get back under control. Okay?”

“Okay,” she answered then turned so she had had my soft penis in her hand. “It is so soft now,” She said, “yet it gets so hard. How does it do that?”

“Blood pressure” I answered performing the primary mantra in my head. “The valves at the base close and my heart pumps it up. So every time you see an erection you know it’s from the heart.”

Astral laughed and squeezed and pulled lightly in my penis. She then tried using both hands and rolled it like a noodle between her palms.

“Gentle,” I cautioned, “Just tease it don’t break it.”

“Sorry,” she said and tried to pull back my foreskin to expose the glans. “Does this feel good?”

I smiled at her and nodded, “Oh yes, but I am resisting, by reciting the Way of the Weasel mantra in my head.”

“Way of the weasel, what is that?”

“I really can’t tell you. First the Kiva forbids it and second, well it isn’t all in words but exercises of parts that women don’t have.”

“Should I lick it now,” she asked seriously?

“Yes I think I passed the first test, Thank you. But let me move to the edge of the bench and you get down between my legs. It will be more comfortable.”

I moved my hips up to the edge of the bench and Astral knelt between my legs and lifted my penis and kissed it.

“Now, pull back the foreskin, put it in your mouth and suck gently, cupping my testicles in your hand.” I said. “ I have to be able to resist that for a while then I’ll let it grow, but I have to concentrate and I won’t say anything much. Again if I start to get hard pull away and whisper to it, until I get back under control.”

Astral licked and sucked and licked some more on my penis. Finally it began to rise, Astral backed away and whispered to it, her lips just touching the tip, “Down little puppy, Down.”

I let out a big breath and said, “Yes, very good,”

I waited a while as she whispered and I composed myself, my penis went flaccid after a moment, “OK, try again.” Astral pressed her lips to the tip and slowly took it into her mouth. Her tongue stroked the tender flesh under the tip and her lips squeezed the shaft just behind the glans. I got quiet and let her suckle me resisting her charmed lips as well as any man could.

I resisted and Astral encouraged for a full five minutes, before I said, “OK that is the second trial, now I’ll let it get hard and you just continue.” I lifted her chin with my hand and leaned over to kiss her wet lips. “This is the hard part, remember if I climax nothing can touch the ground.”

She smiled at me and said, “I remember. Swallow it all”

I nodded and smiled at her.

She dipped her head and began sucking; I held back a moment then allowed my penis to erect itself in her mouth. She took it in both hands and pulled the foreskin back and forth while licking and sucking the tip.
I leaned my head back and mumbled the weasel over and over, while resisting those wet and eager lips. Astral licked it more now that it had gotten so big and ran her hand up and down the shaft.
“Lick your hand so it is lubricated and stroke it top to bottom.” I said.

Astral licked her hand and did as I suggested. Then she licked the other hand and took me in a two handed grip, stroking up and down while letting her mouth tickle the tip on the down stroke, I started to jerk then relaxed. Astral pulled back and asked, “Too much?”

My head came up and I smiled at her, “Yes a little. Try squeezing your bottom hand harder and work the pressure to the tip with your other hand.”

“OK,” Astral smiled at me and said, “I’ll bet I can make you climax.”

“”I’ll bet you can,” I said and bent to kiss her again.

I leaned back and watched the sun begin to set. There wasn’t much time left and I knew that Astral’s jaw must be giving out. I let her continue for a moment feeling her lower hand press more blood into the straining glans. It was already purple and so tight it tingled and would have burned, except that Astral’s lips were too warm and wet to feel the burning.

I timed my climax with the sun setting on the horizon. At first I thought I’d climax when the sun’s rim touched the horizon but when it did I wanted more and waited until the last part of the sun sank below the horizon. “Take it in you mouth and suck, now!” I called out.

Astral immediately sank my penis deep into her mouth and sucked me hard, she felt the surge of the sperm rise from my shaft and suddenly her mouth was filling, she swallowed and sucked harder. I surged again and again and each time she just swallowed and kept sucking until I was quivering and moaning.

She looked up and only saw my heaving chest. I had collapsed back on to the rock and was trying to catch my breath. Astral smiled and thought of her aunt who was the collector at the Health Administration and taught collection methods. Aunt Rachel wouldn’t have approved of her swallowing the seed, but Astral didn’t consider it wrong. She crawled up my body straddling me and kissed my lips. I slowly responded and wrapped her in my arms kissing her, tasting the ejaculate in her mouth and licking the wetness of her lips.

After some stroking and kissing while the sunset painted the clouds with yellow, red and mauve we dressed and hurriedly made our way off the hill and back into the village where as luck would have it we ran into Charlotte Dunbar.

Astral and I were walking hand in hand through the village, headed for the dining hall when we met Charlotte coming up from the trading post. Charlotte frowned at me but changed to a smile when she introduced herself to Astral. “Hi, I’m Charlotte Dunbar,” and extended her hand.

Astral released my hand and took Charlotte’s, “Astral, Astral De Soto. Pleased to meet you.”

Charlotte held Astral’s hand a little longer than necessary, saying to me, “You’ll just make Dinner if you hurry. Where have you two been?”

Astral said, “Oh I was showing him the village and the ranch I guess time got away from us.”

Charlotte looked at Astral’s smiling face then over to me, “Oh did you learn anything new?” Charlotte voice was carefully modulated but I knew she was being sarcastic.

Astral took back her hand and turned to me, “I have to see my Aunt Rachel before dinner and help her get ready for the ceremony.” She smiled at me the reached up to kiss me quickly before running up the street.

“Charming girl,” Charlotte said.

“And very attractive,” I added, “She was one of the Bahia last night.”

Charlotte gave me a look that would peel the paint off a barn and turned when I laughed at her. I was skating on thin ice with Charlotte but she had to learn that we were all equals and did our duty to Goddess and Corps. It didn’t matter that she was a permanent member of the Brass section, playing vaginal trombone rather than let a man touch her. Hovering with her sisters of Sappho’s and only when she was willing to breed would she allow herself to be worshiped as anything. A terrible shame but her choice. Charlotte was tall and athletic, her breasts were small but her nipples were large and when she was in the water and cold water hit her nipples they were long and I and all the guys want to suck them.

I followed Charlotte up the street allowing her to get to the mess hall and seated before I came in.

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