Chapter 33: Forgiven

That afternoon at milking I was worried Branch would remain upset with me about the experience with the bull during the day. I wasn’t sure about how to approach the subject, was still very embarrassed for being a fool and, I was sure, had lost her respect.

I had to bet myself they all knew, were totally aware Betty and I had fucked an amazing amount in the pasture. I was surprised, however, none of my milk mates were acting as if anything was different, as if anything had happened to upset anyone at all. Everyone was doing their job in the usual manner with my erection performing its duties in their vaginas coursing away from rear to rear. Siza had started first doing me again while I did her and it seemed business as usual as she towed me around inserting me into Fern and Pool again and again.

It was all so routine as if the concept of routine was quite ordinary. I was massaging breasts again like normal and noting nothing to make me uncomfortable. It seemed perhaps I should just forget the whole thing and keep ejaculating amazingly better each time, as usual.

[Even before i understood entirely what i was supposed to be doing the sisters were all satisfied, fucked really well]

Each enormous ejaculation was in fact soothing my worries away and I tried to forget it but my well trained conscience was not going to have anything to do with that. Typically, with my long history of morality indoctrination, I wasn’t going to get any peace until I confronted my duty to make an apology.

Reluctantly I pondered how to approach Branch having lost count of orgasms as the milking wore on.

She was busy and I just stood there, right next to her, fucking Fern, afraid to say anything. I thought I was a pest but my silly conscience wasn’t leaving me alone. I looked around the parlor and none of the others were paying any attention to me, not really even Fern who just kept working on her cow as I routinely rocked away in a gentle motion behind her after about three ejaculations, the idling swish, suck and swirl of the milking machine noise a lull.

As I stared at Branch’s compelling bottom, wishing caused me sudden arousal, another ejaculation into Fern. I started remembering Marky, the little kid who lived up the hill a block from my parent’s house, the same kid I’d tortured in my early adolescence for being the loud mouth of the neighborhood. It was interesting how the thrill of ejaculation would foster thoughts of Marky but I didn’t ponder the why of that fact further.

I had to walk up to Marky’s house to confront his parents with my apology for my heinous acts. The act of standing up in front of them was a long preparation in courage and mortal embarrassment that was, I was sure at the time, greater than life threatening.

I felt the same pangs at that very moment as I looked up at Branch’s face from the side. I stood there frozen for longer than I was aware, stuck in my immobility and finally Fern bucked me a jolt for not keeping cadence while ejaculating, energizing the action in her. I was embarrassed to get back to work on her and embarrassed to stay close beside Branch. What a dumb situation. Panic began to wander up and down my spine as I stood there in what seemed like increasing cold and time. I couldn’t remember an ejaculation before that was such a bummer.

“HEY! Fuck me right or get off!” demanded Fern, which jolted me back to the present. Fern never was very patient. “You’re wasting my time,” she barked. “Come on - Fuck me like you mean it!” “OH, SO-O-O-O-R-RY FERN!”

Branch’s eyes looked at me with a look letting me know that she already knew what I was thinking. She didn’t smile but rather just locked me directly in her eyes. My thoughts became verbal without any choice on my part. “You’re so beautiful.” I almost choked after the last word came out. “Oh, GAWD,” ... the panic grabbed me by the throat, “I’M SORRY.”

Fern turned her head and looked at me with a bit of disbelief, a kind of “What the fuck!?” look. I was focused on Branch and Fern started speeding up our intercourse I assumed just because I wasn’t paying correct attention to her. I was trying to remain seriously earnest with Branch as Fern revved up out coitus and I raced on toward another orgasm which caused my brain to be starved. Confusion was taking over.

Haltingly, jerking with increased fucking cadence I said “I’m sorry,” and with each stroke. “I feel so ... stupid and ... you must not ... have any respect ... for me any ... more at all. I’ll do anything ... to retrieve your love ... and respect.”

There, I’d said the words that burned a hole through me. Beat face red I hurriedly turned my attention to get back to fucking Fern just as she stepped away and my penis fell out. The next big ejaculation was free to splat against the concrete ahead. The shock of that made me jump to my senses. She had probably left in disgust for being ignored. I stood there, drippy penis finally expelling a last big giant orgasm blob like shame. I felt utterly foolish as it drew attention that I’d both failed Fern and Branch successfully.

Branch’s widening smile through a resulting coat of gizem declared her response tickled about my little boy confession of sorrow. She reached out and grabbed my penis firmly to stop me short and pulled me to her. I sidled sideways almost tripping, sliding in slime.

“You are too much,” she said. “You don’t have to apologize because I already let you know how I felt about your acts. And you’re young. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think you’ve suffered enough already. Don’t you remember how I had sex with you? Do you think I would have fucked someone I didn’t like?”

“I thought that you were just testing it to see if it still worked.” That really tickled her and she put her hand to her mouth to stop from making too much noise as she laughed. All four of the nymphs started laughing, sharing what they felt was really funny but I felt wonderful to have made Branch laugh that hard and it completely surprised me. Even Fern was also cracking up at my suggestion. They all laughed hard, on and on. I was really embarrassed, head down, but then felt thrilled everyone was apparently still in love with me.

Branch reached out and took my hand. I just kept looking down and was fighting back tears, dumb macho-not. Then she surprised me by pulling me down toward her as she pushed back from her milking and beckoned me to get close. My eyes got wide as I followed her command. She steered my chin towards her mouth and commenced to kiss me passionately. I thought at that moment I may have been forgiven.

“My, you are a dirty boy,” Branch said. “What?,” I answered not knowing what she meant. “You are filthy. Come here close and I’m going to take care of you.” Branch soaped me up and gently washed me very, very thoroughly. I felt like I’d been treated to heaven by the queen. Then she went back to finishing her cow and prompted me to get behind her and help her finish milking with my penis at work. I loved that, my favorite kind of fucking. It was like fucking the queen.

I was one lucky mortal kid, forgiven -- respect regained and currently ejaculating into the most gorgeous goddess imaginable, which of course the entire crew enjoyed vicariously because it was extra luxurious.

[Getting washed... ]

THE MOVE

It seemed that the farmer’s wife was scheming. Aside from her love of probing my private places she wanted to apparently have me closer at hand perhaps to seduce on a regular basis and not get caught because her husband was away.

I wasn’t really opposed to letting her fuck me, doing it plenty. I thought it might be about the right time and I was pretty sure I could take care of six females vs. merely five (not counting Betty and the horse ranch owner) but I worried just a bit perhaps I should ask permission from the sisters. And yet it was compelling to think about fucking her on a nice bed in the privacy of a room. It gave me a crazy erection.

She used the excuse that she wanted Denny and I to have a better bed to sleep in, to try to create a convincing need for him to move out of his camper and into the family’s home. I knew she had the hots for me, at least we’d played around in the kitchen often enough, and I didn’t think she was just teasing me with no ultimate goal. She did repeat time and again she was going to fuck me. But now it seemed she was perhaps after both of our young male bodies. She wanted both he and I to move into her house, together. I pondered some pretty hot three way sex.

Denny was living in the camper on the back of his GMC pickup truck while he worked for the farm. He spent a few nights at this dad’s place in the nearby small town but mostly he used the camper and he seemed to prefer that arrangement.

Denny’s father, the local town doctor, may have had some influence in the decision to move him into the farm house because he was treating the old man’s heart condition and he had a lot of direct influence on the family. The chance to also get me out of the bunk house seemed opportune, if that was her goal, and she worked on a plan to get both of us spending our nights closer within the boss’s own realm.

I found it mystifying. I was considered livestock and now she wanted me to be close-by sleeping in the house. I didn’t notice any other animals living in their abode. Perhaps the breeding part of my status was supposed to be fulfilled on and in her. That was a pretty good assumption.

No sooner was I getting used to my strange breeder status when this new issue came up to add more complexity to my situation. I was the breeder of many, potential breeder of many more and I was feeling pretty confident I was going to be fucking her too, by her own design.

I figured maybe her wish was to get me away from the nymphs and Lilly.

I didn’t know why other than the fact she more than obviously knew the sisters and I were enjoying great sex, even while milking cows, even while doing a lot of various things, at every opportunity. She was the only one in the family, thus far, who really seemed to care one way or the other and she was getting left out. She constantly watched me fucking the sisters around in various way, various places, in front of strangers.

Siza had made a point to luridly display our milk parlor antics while nearly pushing ourselves on her the evening she told us about the old man’s heart attack. And after that I never heard another word mentioned about the sex play other than her enjoyment of Lilly’s antics in the kitchen at breakfast, lunch (dinner) and supper.

She loved to talk dirty and grope me. But no point was ever made until currently concerning moving into the house after all those meals and meetings we’d had with her. This was a surprise.

I didn’t want to move out of the bunk house for obvious reasons. I didn’t know if I could stand being away from our all night loving with my closest friends. What an unbelievable situation, so recently a virgin, now a full time fucker, suddenly being manipulated by the dairy owner’s wife who wanted to have sex with me too. And yet my heart went out to her for her plight.

Denny and I were buddies. We got along great. I loved his sense of humor and his very laid back attitude. It seemed he didn’t get upset about much of anything and his ready smile was totally contagious. He was a top hand and I was akin to mechanical work. So having to board in a room with him didn’t seem so bad but I was dearly going to miss my nymphs at night although I figured I could still manage to spend plenty of time with them to keep up my obligations.

I could even sneak out and hang with them for a while and then come back. Maybe they’d go for letting me introduce Denny to the magic of their fucking. Maybe they would come to the house in the middle of the night and fuck both of us. Now that would be really something, although Siza was quite noisy when we had sex.

When I told the nymphs how the farmer’s wife was making me move into the farm house with Denny there seemed some concern. “I sense she is up to something” was my reply. I didn’t know anything for sure but I told them that we would find out soon enough. I wondered why the sisters weren’t simply tuning into her head for exploration, to find out what she was really up to.

Oh well. I didn’t want to upset the farm cart by making a scene fighting the idea so I said I would just go along with it and see what happened at first. Probably, after some short time, I could simply move back or move back and forth at will. I would only need to spend my nights at the house and although I’d miss some love making in the wee hours maybe it was just as well if it kept the peace. I was life tutored to do as I was told, at least at first and being able to sleep through the night without endless sex seemed to have possible restful advantages.

At the house she had provided us with a two beds, bed spreads and the works. We would have our own bathtub and a sink right in the bedroom. It was an odd arrangement for sure but what the heck. Denny had not had a bath in a while and I acted like I was dying to take one too just for comradery sake although I was pretty clean with my bathers taking care of me each night before milking ended.

I laughed to myself thinking about how the inside of my anus was certainly cleaner than the outside of me given their attention and I did have some smudges here and there on parts of my body they didn’t pay so much attention to. And my penis got soaked so often, and ejaculating, well. Even though my daily duties left me generally covered with all sorts of stuff, including crap, I was sure to be cleaner than Denny, maybe just a bit more beat up looking.

[In the near future I would be taking my look to the next level]

I showed up for supper, as usual, and Denny was coming a little late. There were no sisters present this meal and I sat alone while the wife doted over me. She didn’t mess around too much fondling me and it made me less nervous although she certainly teased me as usual.

I’d become more comfortable with her over time and I knew she loved to do that. I’d also become more accustomed to understanding her German accent English which seemed to become both more and less severe as time went on, perhaps depending on the mood.

I ate and got up from the table. Bernice and the wife both demanded their usual gropy hug. They never got tired of hugging and feeling me up with their silliness. At least I brought them a little joy while they tried to give me an erection which usually worked but I got a little tired of the lubrication.

Bernice never tired of basting my balls with hand applications of butter, slathered. It was a silly ritual and I’d leave the kitchen smelling like fresh baked muffins. She seemed so glad to have shared her “Good Nights” with Mr. Penis And Crew. I told her eventually I was going to ejaculate all over her but she just laughed hysterically. “I’m serious!,” I laughed.

I went into the bedroom via the garage entrance and I took my bath first to wash and soak off the butter. I got out of the tub in short order without using much hot water for Denny’s sake but there was the butter sheen forming on water’s surface.

[Possibly - slightly exaggerated from the norm]

Apparently Denny took new notice of my penis and its length when he arrived in the room. His eyebrows rose in response to the fact that I had quite a bit longer prong. “Is that thing still growing”, he laughed. “You know what it is don’t you?”, I responded. “Yeah, it’s your penis”, he laughed again. “No, I mean you know why it gets bigger.” “Yeah, it’s because they are messing with you.” “Yup, that’s right.” I found his understanding a surprise and I was pleased not to have to keep secrets from him.

I was just out of the bath when Denny arrived in the room and I hadn’t dried off yet. Suddenly the door opened and without hesitation in walked the farmer’s wife.

She was overtly friendly and wanted to know if we needed any help with our baths. I told her as I stood there, “I just got out,” dangling, surprised at the offer, still dripping. I was on my way to the bed for a towel. Of course her eyes focused on my crotch, nothing new there. Maybe she noticed how the butter was washed off my balls.

After I’d stopped momentarily I started squeezing by her as she stood in my way. She used her hands on me to step by and cleverly touched almost everything using my penis for support, her grip something that caught Denny’s attention. I was used to her fondling but she wasn’t being jovial about it this time. I wanted in the worst way to grope her back. I just sighed and gave her a dutiful hug but with a warm wet kiss on her neck. I think that gave Denny quite a lot to think about as she groped me up and down but her focus tended to be on him as she kept glancing, finally moving that way.

I wasn’t really in the mood and I didn’t have an erection. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep not needing a tent pole to hold up the blankets.

The perplexing situation with my status as livestock nagged at me as to why I should be sleeping in a shared room at the house. But I needed to simply go to sleep, leave all problems out of my dreams and clean sheets were such a luxury looked forward to.

[Eventually the wife and I would engage so much, much more]

As I sat on my bed I pondered slipping under the covers when she suddenly acted like she’d forgotten something and left the room. She was certainly acting strange and overly anxious, not so silly but rather nervous and very serious.

I shrugged my shoulders as Denny was finally dropping into the tub, he feeling safe with her gone, and I hoped there was enough hot water for him before it turned cold.

He’d reacted surprised to see the butter left on the water, looked at me queryingly but was cut short when the wife suddenly returned through the door again with a burst and a bar of soap. She spotted Denny in the tub.

She acted as if she’d just been given a great opportunity. Unfortunately there wasn’t really enough water in the tub to do a good job of helping to hide anything on Denny’s body and I’d not made the water dirty or soapy enough to help with his privacy issues while he tried to hide below its surface, hands covering his privates.

She went directly to the tub not bothering to acknowledge me, got down on her knees and took his modesty wash cloth away from him so he couldn’t cover his crotch. She used that to commence washing him in earnest. He was as nervous as a goosed cat while she pushed his shoulders to lean back as far as possible giving her better access to his crotch.

She slowly and methodically washed him all over continuing to remove his hands to wash his privates, lingering with his penis, close smiling in his face as if he was supposed to be thankful. He didn’t say anything but moaned. I could tell by the look on his face just how shocked he was to have her fondling him. I figured it was probably some kind of German tradition or she was horny to do him. She was so earnest in her technique, not allowing herself to be hurried whatsoever, and she spent a lot of time between his legs as she stared into his shy eyes and talked nothing, just conversational babble, caressing his face with a free hand, kissing his forehead. I swear he had to have a rock hard-on.

I chuckled to myself wondering what the son would think of this. Her treatment of him actually gave me a hard on.

She was well acquainted with groping me at length so it was no surprise she’d find Denny an interesting new subject. But Denny was obviously freaked out by this experience and I think he was almost ready to bolt out of the tub on the run. Her busy hands were so thorough he didn’t have a chance to get away and he subjected himself to her higher authority without saying a word, older person and all. I was wondering if she would actually fuck him if he really got aroused and fell for her.

I was dying to know that. I was almost laughing out loud. I tried very hard to hold it, put my head under the covers. Denny kept trying to cover himself and she was intent on getting him squeaky clean pulling on his penis. I was just loving this, so funny. But suddenly my penis reacted and made a little gizem so I pushed the covers back to keep them clean exposing my tent pole.

They were both faced - backs to me, she straddling the tub more closely to reach Denny all over. She was bare foot and had her dress hiked up closer to her waist. I noted those large feet, big for a woman but assumed perhaps she was a farm girl and I knew from my dad’s European trip photos, taken just after the 2nd world war, how farm labor women in those days worked bare foot in the fields during the summer months and in fact, did, strangely, have unusually big feet.

I noted her intently focused work. With a rather emotional air she seemed to be impassioned as she bent over. Her long blond hair fell forward and I was alarmed to note she had a deformed ear as the hair cascaded away from the side of her head. She appeared to have a disfigured ear and I worried she had been injured or suffered some weird childhood defect. When she sat back up her hair fell back into place and she seemed to instinctively know I was watching her. She turned her head almost in a concerned glance. I think she noticed me holding on to an erect penis as well; it apparently enjoying the show.

At that she started to get up, to change positions and Denny dashed out of the tub to grab a towel. She didn’t seem surprised by his response and turned toward me to ask if there was anything, “anything - at all” I needed. I looked at her kind of wanton maybe hoping for the same look from her as I gripped my penis and dropped my eye to focus on it hoping she might take a hint. But she just stood there for the longest time waiting for something.

It wasn’t fair of me to tease her. But I pulled slowly on my nice boner and made like an offer for her to get in bed with me. I think she considered it and then backed off and changed her mind for the moment. Just as well. I sighed disappointment hoping she might have decided to sit down nicely on my erection to let it slide in.

She smirked at me but If we got caught messing with the farmer’s wife while staying in the house ... Oh my GAWD. On second thought I was not going to try to find out. Well, maybe, who knows.

It was then I noticed the nature of her eyes, so black, deep and mysterious. I focused on them and we just stared at one another for what might seem too long. My eyes fell away and left me kind of embarrassed for doing that.

She sat down next to me, touching close, started to talk about vague topics and things of no interest to me, almost as if she was just finding excuses to hang around and tease me. But she was quite beautiful and of course I didn’t find her un-compelling in a sexual sort of way. I had considered making love to her in the past with all her teasing attention and the thought of having sex with her was very attractive. The situation just continued to make my penis stand alert. I hoped she might understand my want because I already was breathing heavy.

We looked at each other; again, my eyes fell to stare at my erection hoping that hers would follow. She moved closer and I found myself smiling for her, pondering my lust. Her response was a wink. I certainly knew she was interested in me much more than just a motherly way. I pondered whether she would actually be willing to have three way sex with Denny and I. I’d even pushed the covers back more, scooted closer, touching, let go of my erection and stretched back to expose myself. How silly of me to think that thought. It was almost like I was given an impulse out of nowhere to do that without caring how Denny might be watching.

She placed her hand high on my thigh and my penis jerked slightly in her direction as some gizem ran. She didn’t move her grip momentarily, then moved it down my leg slowly to reach my knee and then slowly again back to gently fondle my balls and penis. More gizem came as I watched her hand intently. I watched her gaze, stretched and moaned, loved her feel. I could tell she was dreaming about something, almost like hoping for more action. Then, as I began to wish, thinking I wanted her to hold my penis more she did, gripped it more intensely. I got a bigger erection instantly, reached, gripped her warmly, breasts, and she let go of me. I winked back at her and began to run my hand up to her thigh. She felt dreamy.

Denny was taking this all in as I noted how warm her grip was and I was compelled naturally to hold her. It was amazingly hard not to fondle her with both hands. I wanted to pull her down to me and hug her close. The attraction that I’d already felt became overwhelmingly strong. It pulled a moan out of me. I reached for the hand previously holding my penis and placed it back on my re-erected appendage but she moved her hand away again after caressing it for just a moment. I felt she was very nervous about something. If Denny had not been in the room watching us I don’t know how I could have avoided just grabbing her and loving her ravenously. I certainly was well trained to do just that.

She looked at my eyes intently, seriously, not in a teasing way and finally, after just sitting there for what seemed like too long, she said good night and left us alone. She re-grasped my penis and slowly let it go as she stood up to leave. She acted so nonchalant about that, it almost seemed like it didn’t happen, but my penis knew as I noticed how focused Denny was on all of it.

[And later our relationship would become something entirely different]

She closed the door as she left and we twittered and snorted trying to hold back our laughter releasing all the fear we had for her advances. I knew Denny knew how much love making I was getting at the bunk house and I was frankly kind of surprised he was so shy to be advanced on by a beautiful woman. But I left that idea alone thinking how just like me he was afraid to get involved with the owner’s wife for fear of what might happen to him if caught.

I told him I vowed to get out of sleeping at the house because I saw no good coming from staying under her roof. I just sensed it would eventually end in disaster. I told him I really wanted to fuck her bad, didn’t know if I could resist. My erection signaled the proof of that danger by getting aroused just being close to her. “She would have sex with us at the drop of a hat”, I said. “Well it probably doesn’t help you are naked with a stiffie all the time,” Denny said laughing. “Maybe the breeding stock you are expected to be is for her sake.” I gave him a funny look. “Yeah, right,” and at that I had to give it a second thought. “Hmmm.”

I studied the gizem coming from me while the wife was stroking my erection and the question of whether or not I should fuck her wouldn’t leave me alone. How strange and how glad I was Denny seemed to be able to accept me, still, as a friend after having to watch the wife and I messing with each other on my bed, me ejaculating and all.

“Did you get a hard on too when she was washing you,” I asked? I was laughing as I viewed the water he’d used in the tub and it was now just black from his dirt. “NO! I did NOT get a hard on. I was trying to get away from her,” he said. “Well, maybe just a little. Actually she kept messing with my butt hole for some reason.” “EEEEeeuuuww,” I laughed. “She was trying to stick her hand up your ass like they do to me!” “OH GAWD!, he groaned.

We found no end of fun out of that episode but I did feel sorry for her predicament - not that I was brave enough to do anything about it, at least not yet. I figured if we ever got caught making love to the farmer’s wife we would end up in the hog’s trough for their dinner. But I would dream about her anyway.