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The Benson Farm 2

The day after I fucked Mrs. Benson, was the weirdest day of my life. I did not know how to act. I knew I could not act any different or there would be suspicions. I had to get Heather back on my good side. It was Thursday, and whatever happened on Sunday’s, I wanted her to know that I was fond of her and very appreciative for everything she had done for me.

After gathering the eggs and milk, I walked to the farmhouse to give the products to the ladies. When I walked in, only Trudy and Heather were in the kitchen. I placed the products on the table and waited for Heather to turn around.

She finally turned her head in my direction. “Good Morning,” I said with a smile.

“Morning,” was her reply.

Trudy turned her head and smiled really big, “Good morning Albert, did you sleep well?”

“Good Morning Trudy, I did, thank you for asking.”

I turned and went back outside to help Tommy get everything ready to go to work. Mr. Benson had commented that we were going to have to work extra hard to finish the fence by Saturday or we would have to finish it Sunday. I didn’t know what exactly happened on Sunday, but I had a feeling it would be worth having to work extra hard so that we did not have to work.

We ate breakfast as quickly as we could. It was odd that Mrs. Benson was absent at breakfast, but I didn’t ponder on that much. I just figured that she was embarrassed at what had happened between the two of us and did not want to make things uncomfortable for either of us. Tommy and I were on the tractor waiting as Mr. Benson walked out of the house.

Tommy and I worked hard that day. Everytime I would show signs of slowing down, Tommy would encourage me to keep up. The work helped to keep the situation with Heather off of my mind. I did not know what her problem was. I didn’t know whether she was mad that it had taken me so long to erupt the night before, whether she had decided she didn’t like me anymore, or what it was.

What Mrs. Benson and I had done, weighed heavily on my mind as well. I felt that I had betrayed Mr. Benson’s trust. The first time he had left me alone at the farm, I fucked his wife. He had been so good to me. He had taught me so much about hard work in such a short time. Still this day, he was working side by side with Tommy and I to get the fence up in time for us to have the day off on Sunday.

Lunch came and went. Heather brought me my lunch but was not very talkative. I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong, but she insisted that it was nothing. I was glad to see Mrs. Benson got out of the truck. She smiled at me when she approached the tractor with Mr. Benson’s lunch. Half the weight on my shoulders had been lifted.

We finished the day’s work happy. We had constructed 200 more feet of fence than we had completed the previous days. Mr. Benson commented that if we worked as hard the next two days, we would complete the fence early Saturday afternoon. My body felt every inch of that extra 200 feet. I could have gone to sleep without supper or a bath. I was completely spent. We arrived back at the farmhouse after dark. Tommy and I hurriedly put the tools away and feed the animals. Then headed to the house.

At supper, Mr. Benson praised Tommy and me on the hard work we had done. He bragged to the ladies that if we kept up the pace, we may be able to begin our off time Saturday afternoon instead of Sunday morning. Everyone seemed happy and that made me happy. Heather seemed to be in a better mood, however she was still very standoffish. I ate my supper and once Tommy and I were excused, we headed to the bathhouse.

The warm water felt extremely well to my aching muscles. I laid back in the tub and closed my eyes and let the water envelope me. I was startled when I felt something against my chest. I opened my eyes and it was Heather, she was beginning to bathe me.

She had removed her dress, her breasts were as beautiful as always. Her nipples seemed to be as hard as they were the night she sat down on my penis. I had a yearning to have them in my mouth. I raised up and opened my mouth, but she moved back.

“Don’t,” she quickly rebuked me.

“Heather what is wrong? And do not say it’s nothing.”

She rolled her eyes, and blew a breath from her lips. “I guess I am just a little jealous,” she finally admitted.

“Jealous of what?” I asked dumbfoundedly.

She gave me a stern look. “Do not act like you don’t know.”

“I don’t know, Heather what did I do?”

She lowered her face closer to me so no one would hear her. “You fucked Mrs. B.”

I was shocked to hear those words escape her lips. How did she know? Did Mrs. Benson tell the girls about our time in the barn? I sat back in the tub and just looked into her eyes. I could see disappointment in them.

“How did you know about that? Did she tell you?” I asked in a whisper.

By the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, I knew Tommy and Trudy were not worried about what was happening on our side.

“No, she didn’t tell us, but we both knew. She never goes to the barn, yet she did when you were in there alone. When she came back to the house, she was smiling and singing to herself. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she had been fucked.”

“I am sorry Heather….,” I began.

“It isn’t your fault. You are not mine to keep, that is how it is here. No matter what I feel, I do not have the right to be jealous. It’s just I wanted this first,” she said as she gripped my penis and began to stroke it.

I laid back and tried to relax. I felt I needed to say something but I did not want to mess anything up. She was stroking with a purpose. She began at the base and stroked the full length. She moved close and spat on my head and used her spittal as lube. It felt marvelous.

“Heather, you will always be special to me, because you were my first. I care about you and it was killing me today because I thought you were mad at me. Please do not hold anything back from me. If something is bothering you, let me know.”

She smiled and nodded. She picked up her pace with her stroking. I could feel my balls begin to tingle. I relaxed and let Heather and nature take control. In less than five minutes, I felt the pressure build in my gut. I gripped the side of the tub, and allowed my penis to erupt for Heather.

She milked out every drop, then stood up and presented to me an open towel. I stepped out of the tub and she wrapped it around me, and kissed me on the cheek. She bent down and picked her dress up from the floor and stepped back into it, and left.

I slept like a log that night. When Mr. Benson woke us up, it felt like I had just gone to sleep. We got up and did our normal morning rituals, at breakfast and was off to work. Heather was herself again, and at lunch flashed me with her hairy vagina again. I so wanted back inside her, the one time her tightness had left me wanting more. Mrs. Benson also acted normal and at lunch told me goodbye as they left.

We constructed another 200 extra feet of fence that day. We were well on pace to finish shortly after lunch Saturday, the next day. It was after dark when we arrived at the farmhouse. We put tools away, fed the animals, and ourselves, then headed to the bathhouse. In the tub I waited for Heather to arrive.

Heather walked in and dropped her dress. The more I saw her naked, the more I wanted her.

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