The Benson Farm 3

Monday morning came, I still had in the back of my mind the weekend I had spent with Heather. I could close my eyes and feel her, smell her and taste her. My penis was rock hard when I woke. I stayed in bed for a couple extra minutes until it shrank to a manageable size.

Mr. Benson had informed me and Tommy that we would be doing hay this week. Neither of us had done hay before so right after breakfast, he gave us a crash course in what we would be doing. In the two pastures in which there were no animals, we would cut the grass that was over a knee high. Then we would fluff it, and let it dry. Then we would refluff it, then he would run the baler through and bale it. He said we would be doing round bales to sale, and square bales to put in the barn to feed the cows during the winter. He stressed that the hay had to be dry before we put it in the barn, because if it was wet, it could spontaneously combust and burn the barn down.

There were three pastures on the farm. The cattle were grazing in the smaller of the three. The large pasture was approximately 50 acres, the smaller was close to 30 acres. I was put on one tractor and after being instructed on how to operate the tractor and cutter, Mr. Benson watched as I made a couple swipes in the smaller pasture before he went and repeated the instructions to Tommy in the larger pasture.

The job was boring after a couple hours. Because the grass was high, I had to use a low gear to make sure that all the grass was cut. The tractor I was on had an open cab, so the roar of the cutter and the tractor engine buzzed in my ears. With nothing else to keep my mind focused, it drifted back to Heather. My mind flashed back, and I could see her breasts swaying as she rode me.

My stomach was telling me that it was getting close to lunch. Each time I would pass close to the barn, I would watch for the signal to stop. On one pass, I could have swore I saw Trudy running from the barn back to the farmhouse, but when I made a round and went back by, I didn’t see anything, so I convinced myself that I was seeing things.

The heat coming from the engine of the tractor was almost unbearable. I took my shirt off earlier, but I was still burning up. The pond in the back of the pasture looked so inviting when I passed by it.

The next pass through, I saw Trudy walking towards me. She was definitely a site for sore eyes. Her raven hair blew in the breeze as she walked toward me. Her blouse looked to have been unbuttoned a couple buttons lower than usual, and her dress was a bit shorter than the ones Heather wore, and showed her toned tanned legs off wonderfully.

As she walked into the pasture and stopped I pulled the tractor close to her and shut the cutter off. I reached for her hand and she climbed on the tractor with me. She looked at me with a confused look, and I just winked.

I shifted the tractor into a higher gear and headed toward the pond. Once we got to the pond, Trudy hopped off the tractor. I shut it off and followed. I quickly kicked off my boots, and shucked my jeans and boxers off and ran toward the pond. When I got to the water’s edge, I jumped in.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Trudy laughed.

“Its hot as hell and all that grass is sticking to me. I had to cool off,” I replied as I splashed the water against my body to wash the grass away.

Trudy watched as I splashed around. Once I was cooled off and felt cleaner, I waded through the water back to the shore where Trudy stood and watched me. When I was on the grass, I shook my head to sling the excess water.

“Damn, you are hung,” Trudy said as she walked closer to where I was standing.

As she neared, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons from her blouse and opened it. She was not wearing a bra, and her breasts popped into my view. Her dark nipples were hard and inviting. She dropped to her knees and reached for my penis.

She stroked it slowly and looked up at me. “I have wanted this since the first time I saw it.”

She opened her lips and kissed the head. My penis responded by getting rock hard as she pressed her tongue on my pee hole.She opened her mouth and sucked it in. She reached for my hands and placed them on her head, then moved her hands to my hips. She gripped my hips and pushed me back a little and then pulled me back. She rocked my hips back and forth, each time I went in, I went farther.

Eventually it dawned on me what she wanted, so I gripped her head and began shoving my penis in and out of her mouth. I pressed almost all of it in her mouth and down her throat, and she gripped my hips for me to stop, and I held it deep in her throat. I could feel the throat contracting and relaxing around my head. She pushed me away, and a string of precum and saliva connected the head of my penis to her mouth.

She leaned back on her elbow and pulled her dress up. She was not wearing panties. I crawled between her legs and pressed my penis inside her steaming cunny.

She was not as tight as Heather, and there was nowhere near, the passion that I shared with Heather. I slammed my entire shaft into her with one thrust and she squealed. I braced myself on my arms, and began fucking her hard and fast. Her cunny gripped my penis as she moaned that she was cumming.

The familiar feeling of me erupting returned to my balls. It was then I realized that I was not wearing a condom. I panicked and tried to pull out but Trudy placed her heels against my buttocks holding me in place. I tried to hold back, but her cunny was milking me and with a loud groan, I erupted inside her.

When we both relaxed, I jumped up. When I withdrew from her cunny, a big glob of gunk flowed from the gaping hole of her cunny. I was mesmerized. She sat up and buttoned her blouse back up, then stood up and straightened her dress.

“Don’t worry, I am too close to my period to get pregnant. I am going to love having your cum seeping from my pussy all day,” she kissed my cheek and turned and walked back toward the house.

I watched her bubbly buttocks sway as she walked across the grassy pasture.