Early morning riser

You sleep like a log that night, practically collapsing on your bed after getting the last of belongings moved into the house. There is still plenty of unpacking to do, but at least it is all out of your car now.

While you were moving things in, Mindy took care of the rest of the farm chores for the day, then surprised you by bringing you a fried chicken dinner from the diner before leaving for the night. She said that she had some things to take care of at home but she'd be back bright and early in the morning, and told you to be ready for another day of hard work. If you hadn't been so exhausted from moving all your things, you might have tried to get another blowjob out of Mindy, but if you stuck around Melonpatch, you knew it would happen again soon enough.

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The beauties that you met during the day haunt your dreams as you find yourself tending to the garden. Instead of corn, melons and tomatoes, your crop is row after row of busty, naked Melonpatch lovelies, each calling out for you to feed them with a hot load of cum straight from your cock.

The dreams had you writhing under your sheets, groaning in your sleep as you imagine shooting your cum onto their outstretched tongues.

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As you slowly rouse from your deep slumber, you find your dreams blurring with reality as you feel something warm, wet and tight enveloping your stiff morning wood. Giving a soft groan of appreciation, your slowly open your eyes to find Mindy's now-familiar red mane of hair bobbing over your crotch as you lay in bed. She had peeled back your sheets and boxer-briefs to get at your cock, setting her hat beside her on the bed as she gives you a wake-up blowjob.

"God damn," you chuckle as you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at her. "That's a hell of a wake-up call, Mindy." You pick up her hat and place it on your head as she pulls her lips from your cock with a wet slurping sound.

Her slender fingers still wrapped around your spit-shiny shaft, she gives you an impish grin and says, "Well, since my boss obviously forgot to set his alarm clock, I had to wake him up somehow, didn't I?" She drops her head again, taking most of your cock into her mouth before resuming her skillful sucking. Her saliva is already coating the base of your cock and you feel that she must have been at it for a while before the delicious sensation brought you out of your dreams.

You reach down and gather a handful of her long red hair, lifting it so you can have a better view of her lips stretching around your meaty shaft. She gives an amused purr around as you grab her hair, and so your tighten your grip, using her hair as a bridle to guide her head up and down your cock. You urge her head down to swallow more of your cock when your cellphone buzzes on your nightstand. You see the cowgirl glance to the buzzing cell but you keep a firm grip on her hair as you grab your phone with the other hand, letting her know that she shouldn't stop.

"H-hello?" Your voice trembles as Mindy dives her mouth down on your cock, deepthroating you.

"Good morning, Boss! I mean, Peter!" Stella's sweet, innocent voice chimed in your ear as her co-worker was diligently slobbering on your cock.

"Hey, Stella! Good morning to you, too!" You keep your eyes on Mindy as you speak to the eighteen-year-old, and you can see her lips curl into a smile at the mention of Stella's name. The busty redhead starts bobbing her head faster on your rigid rod, making it even harder to concentrate on the call. "I-is everything all right at the m-market?" As Mindy glances up to you, you look back to her wide-eyed and silently mouth that she is driving you crazy with her mouth.

"Yeah.. I mean, no.." Stella seems slightly confused by the question, and by your quavering voice. "The market doesn't open for another hour, so everything's fine there, I guess. Is everything okay over there?"

You nod your head and realize that the teen can't hear it before you answer verbally. "Y-yeah. We're.. I'm just great!" You can feel Mindy laughing around your cock as you stumble through your words. You do your best to sound like you aren't having your cock sucked as you ask, "So, why'd you call, Stella?"

"Oh! I was just wondering, since it was supposed to be super hot today? Would it be okay if I wear my bikini top today? It's kind of a shiny gold material and... You know what? Let me send you a picture of it so you can decide!"

You hope that the raven-haired hottie can't hear the wet slurping noises from the tongue bath Mindy is giving you cock as you try to answer. "Whatever Uncle Larry was okay with when he was in charge is alright with me. You know w-what the customers are okay with better than I d-do." You stare daggers at Mindy as she twirls her head around your throbbing cock, twisting her tongue along your veiny cock.

"Larry never saw this bikini. It's new! Here's a picture!"

Your phone buzzed as you received the photo and you open the message to be greeted by the sight of Stella in her bedroom, modeling the shiny gold top for you. The bedroom behind her in the selfie, all pink and purple and decorated with stuffed animals and hearts, seems wildly out of place when contrasted with the image of the busty teen in her tiny bikini top.

In the shot, Stella was looking at her reflection and giving her lower lip a slight nibble while she brushed back her long dark locks to make sure that the view of her shiny top wasn't obscured. She was wearing a black skirt today, but the main focus of the selfie was the bikini top that she'd asked about. Her tits, each as large as a ripe melon, were barely contained by the shiny golden bikini top, with supple soft titflesh spilling out around the edges. Her bombshell body combined with her pure, young face would have made you rock hard if Mindy hadn't already gotten you in that state. You can't help but imagine all the things you'd like to do to Stella as you focus on the picture; Kissing every inch of her firm young body and then teaching her how to handle a cock...

The visual stimulation combined with Mindy's mouth still servicing your aching cock proves to be too much for you and your whole body tenses as thick ropes of hot cum erupt straight into the redhead's throat. Mindy does the best she can to swallow your load as you let out a loud groan and hold her hair tightly.

"Peter? Are you okay?" You hear Stella's voice as your intense climax starts to wane and you realize that she was still on the phone and heard your groans. "Is something wrong with the bikini top?"

You let go of Mindy's hair and run your hand over your own forehead as you collect yourself and answer. "N-no. It's fine. Perfect, Stella. I just, uh.. stubbed my toe, is all."

The redhead, who is still lapping at your spent cock and making sure that she cleans every last drop of jizm from it, gives your thigh a playful slap as she looks you in the eye.

"I'm sure that whatever you pick to wear will be fine," you continue. "I'd better get to work, though. I got a bit of a late start today."

"Are you going to stop by the market today," the teen asks.

"I suppose I could. Was there something you needed to talk to me about?"

"Yeah," Stella says with a hint of melancholy in her voice. "Nothing work related. Just.. I tried talking to my Daddy last night and he didn't take it so well."

You frown as well at hearing that, and reassure her. "Don't worry. I'll drop by as soon as I can and we can talk about it some more. I talk you to you then, Stella."

"Okay! I'll be waiting for you! Bye!"

As soon as you hang up the phone, Mindy pulls your soft cock from her lips and grins at you. "I never heard a guy make those kinds of noise while he was stubbing his toe," she teases and then sits up on the bed. "You're just lucky that the girl's never heard somebody come, or you would have had some explaining to do." She grabs her hat from your head and then says, "C'mon, Stud. We're already behind and you've got some deliveries to do today. Not to mention dropping by the market to oogle Stella's tits in her bikini."