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offering him her swollen breasts in turn. He suckled briefly on each tit, sucking the nipple with the same expertise he used when milking her by hand, and she gladly fed him her last supplies of the day.
     
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    As time went on, Beth realised his work around the farm was coming to completion. The roof was all done, and the fences were efficiently repaired. He tended the ditches too, and installed a new wind pump for the well. After that, she began to hurriedly think of other things he could do, and he also suggested a few himself.
    He cut down a dead tree near the creek and chopped it into a massive stack of firewood. He filled all the holes in the yard and put in a gate that he made from spare lumber. She complained about the window shutters, and he took them all down, planed and oiled them, and put them back up. He went over the roof a second time, painting the gables and fixing on a weather vane that he carved himself.
    ‘It’s in the shape of a cockerel,’ she observed, looking up at it. ‘A big, swinging cock. Typical of a man.’
    That night, he stayed up late, whittling and carving. The next day, she found him fixing another weather vane, facing the first one. This new vane was in the shape of a pussy cat.
    ‘I got my cock, you got your pussy,’ he said, as they squinted up at the ornaments from down in the yard. He wiped his hands. ‘I guess my work here is pretty much done.’
    ‘What about firewood?’ she said, breathless.
    ‘You got a year’s worth in the barn. Two years, if it doesn’t snow hard.’
    ‘The kitchen door,’ she added.
    ‘I fixed it up. It’s like a bank vault, girl.’  
    ‘But, but – ‘
    ‘Yeah?’
    ‘The horse is lame.’
    ‘I took her for a new shoe last week. I never saw a horse so happy and frisky now as yours today. What else?’
    Beth ran inside, slamming the screen door, past the swing seat, and stood at the kitchen table, her fists in her eyes. She heard him follow her in, and through her tears she saw him standing in the doorway, looking at her.
    ‘There’s still work for you to do here, stranger,’ she sobbed. ‘There’s still so much for you to do.’
    ‘Yeah? Like what, girl?’
    She pulled her dress off and stood facing him, naked. She cupped her hands under her jug-shaped tits and stroked the sides with her thumbs.
    ‘Look at these,’ she urged him. ‘Just look at them. They need milking every day. They need tugging and sucking on too. That’ll be your work if you stay with me.’
    ‘Hmm.’ He studied the magnificent pair that she displayed to him, watching as she caressed her erect nipples to show off their size and firmness. ‘Well, milk cow, they do need a lot of milking. And I am a milking man. But what else needs doing around here?’
    She opened her mouth and waggled her tongue at him, then said, ‘This pretty mouth of mine needs filling with a stiff cock. My lips need to be stretched around a knob. You can do that kind of work, can’t you?’
    ‘Yes, I can, if I put my mind to it. What else?’
    She dried her eyes and smiled. She turned around and showed him her ass, its superb proportions marked out with the welts of a recent pleasure-punishment.
    ‘You see this backside? It needs some good, firm treatment every day. It needs to be gripped, then spanked, and just occasionally whipped with the cow whip from the barn.’ She leaned forward and spread her ass provocatively, knowing he would get a clear view of her anus. ‘And you’ve done no work at all on this little asshole yet. I heard that other farm girls get in in there all the time from their men. Why, there’s months of labour to be done there.’ She turned around to find him nodding in agreement.
    ‘Yes, girl, that is an important task that someone will have to undertake someday. And I do have some experience in that kind of work.’
    ‘I thought so. And what about all this?’ Beth cupped her fleshy cunt lips and stroked her thumb over her pussy area. ‘This whole