by Candy Quinn
He let loose of my arm and slid his hand up to my shoulder, givin’ it a firm squeeze that I thought I might die from. His hand was so big, I felt like a lil’ girl again in his grasp!
He sat himself down in the dirt beside me and pulled a water bottle from his belt to hand me, flippin’ the cap up.
“Here, help yaself, Miss Dixie,” he said generously.
I blushed as I accepted it, coyly letting my dirty fingers brush against his just so I could feel that spark again before lifting the water to my mouth.
Though the stupidest thing I ever did happened then. It embarrasses me to even think on it now, but I missed my mouth somehow. Water dribbled down my chin, all over my white tank top, and when I went to pull the bottle away, it spun outta my hand.
I could’ve sunk into the dirt right then and there.
“Oh geez, sorry ‘bout that,” he said, as if it were somehow his fault and not my own.
Bo grabbed for the bottle and whipped out his kerchief to dab the water up off me, but his eyes came to rest on the lewd sight of my chest showin’ through the wet cloth… and I had the brief moment of knowin’ he felt a manly interest in me in return.
“Here ya go,” he said, offerin’ me the cloth as he smiled and tore his eyes away.
Such a gentleman, even if he was just farmfolk. Maybe I had things wrong about livin’ out here.
I dabbed at my chest, the spring breeze brushin’ against me and cooling me down a little bit.
“Naw, it’s my fault, Bo. I’m a total klutz,” I said, annoyance in my voice. Here I was thinkin’ he must be a simpleton and I couldn’t even drink.
Bo gave a considerate chuckle, not laughin’ at me at all. But he gave me a pat on the shoulder.
“Bottle probably just got slippery from bein’ out in the sun all day. Happens sometimes, condensation an’ such,” he said, though we both knew full well that weren’t it.
I wish I could say that was the last time I looked the fool around him, but oh well, Bo was the type a man that looked best helpin’ a klutz in distress I guess.
I learned real quick workin’ on the farm, that you had to stay cool. My jeans weren’t gonna cut it, and I quickly dropped ‘em for some daisy dukes. Somethin’ a bit breezier, ya know? And it of course had nothin’ to do with showin’ off my legs and especially my calves to Bo.
Okay, that was a lie and you know it.
Over the comin’ days I was amazed at the number of ways I found excuses to bend over in front of ‘im.
“Ya think I could ride the tractor today? Give it a whirl?” I asked, waitin’ strategically until my aunt made her regular daily run to town.
Bo wiped the back of his neck with his kerchief and looked around, thinkin’ on it.
“Alright, I don’t see why not,” he said, smilin’ lightly. “But I’ll have to ride with you, just in case,” he added on before takin’ me on over to the big green behemoth.
It was so large it would’ve been a chore for me to climb up on my lonesome, but there was Bo, his two big hands goin’ to my waist and heftin’ me on up like I was not but a babe.
“Here ya go, hold on tight,” he said, helpin’ me in the seat before he got up there too, arm around me as he started showin’ me what to do. And this time, I made a concerted effort not to get totally lost in his scent, his hard, muscular feel.
I wanted to impress him, damn it. I didn’t want to be some useless damsel, someone who couldn’t even do the littlest thing.
But damned if his body didn’t feel so good against mine, and I got to wondering if maybe he was thinking the same thing. I could hope, you know? So I flipped my blonde hair and hoped he could smell the strawberry shampoo I used as I gripped the controls.
The vibrations went through me quick as we started on our way, and I knew I was fighting a losing cause to stay focused.
“There ya go, let’s take ‘er out easy,” he said, his big strong hands upon my form as we headed out over the field. And oh lord, those vibrations… they seemed to travel right up my middle, through my lady parts, and I found my knees fightin’ a battle between spreadin’ wide and clangin’ together.
“You’re gettin’ it,” he said cheerfully, and he reached down and patted his hand upon my bare thigh… my bare thigh!
How could a girl be expected to be thinking about anything mechanical when she had a real flesh and blood man touching her thighs? Instead I was hopin’ and prayin’ his hand would wander higher, and I shifted to try to get him to but I was afraid of drawin’ too much attention.
I didn’t want to be slutty or nothin’. I still had my innocence and everything. My pa did somethin’ right, I guess. Or wrong, depending on how you look at it, but I’d always been good.
But oh, I could be so bad for him. For Bo.
Bo was a right gentleman though, so even as the vibrations of the tractor set my panties to gettin’ wet, I was stuck with his hand stayin’ firmly in place on my thigh. Even if he did give it a nice squeeze so close to my nethers.
“Now turn ‘er around, miss Dixie,” he said, gently guiding my hand upon the controls on back.
Now, I said he was a right gentleman, but when the tractor hit some hiccup and lurched, he rocked against me and his hand went divin’ in between my thighs, feelin’ the dampness and heat betwixt and I could’ve just died! If I wasn’t too busy moanin’ from the contact.
Everythin’ froze then, ‘cept for the thrum of the tractor’s engine, and it took a while for him to slide his hand away and then take over.
“Here, I’ll put her back in the shed,” he said, and I feared it was all over then as we went back into the shade, out of the hot sun.
Like I’d scared him off.
Oh golly I hoped not, because for that brief bit of contact, I felt like I was in heaven. His big, strong body just all over me, but I knew he was proper. He was likely afraid he embarrassed me.
But there wasn’t no way to say it didn’t embarrass me without sounding like a harlot, so I kept my big mouth shut.
The cool shade of the shed drew attention to just how dewy our flesh was from the hot sun, and Bo’s bright, shiny form, so muscly and hard was all the more tantalizin’. But there he went, shuttin’ off the tractor and climbin’ down… gettin’ ready to end the fun lil’ experiment.
He held up his hands, took a hold of me and helped me down…
Right down into his arms, against his chest, where I was able to look into his beautiful blue eyes, so much like mine.
“Dixie,” he said, low and husky, and I felt a real instinctual need to wrap my legs around ‘im!
I couldn’t say what I was thinkin’, ‘cause I wasn’t thinkin’ much of anything, truth be told. I was just runnin’ on something more base and primal than thoughts, my firm legs around his hips as I looked up at him with such desire in my eyes. I couldn’t hide that, not by a longshot.
I always wanted to be a bit more chaste and not nearly so obvious, but a girl can’t help it when she’s lookin’ at such a gorgeous man. Especially after havin’ her whole body set to vibrating against him.
It was a lot of worry for nothin’ though, because Bo’s big arms were around me and in a flash he had me pressed up against the tractor. That big hard body of his on one side, that slab of metal on the other, he pressed his lips to mine and we kissed, like a real, passionate kiss. The most intimate moment of my life until then, my first real grown up kiss!
My hands roamed over his biceps, felt those big bulges, the corded muscles beneath his tanned skin as he ground himself against me, and I got a feel for what a man was really like. That huge, pulsating girth of his pressed up against my hot, quivering cunny.
I’d always been told this was wrong, ‘til you were in love, ‘til you were married. And maybe part of me believed I’d really wait for my wedding night, but if it was wrong, then I don’t know why it’d feel so right! So perfect.
He was gorgeous and his body felt so good against mine, I could hardly believe it.
My mouth parted and his hot tongue pushed between my lips, and it felt strange but so good. He massaged my tongue and groaned, the sound vibrating through to my core. My arms tightened around him, legs too, like I was afraid he’d leave me if I wasn’t latched on.
Those big, powerful hands of his felt up my sides, squeezed my hips so that his long fingers curved about and sank into my ass cheeks. He was hungry for me, I could feel it, seriously out of control with desire! That big, pulsatin’ bulge of his manhood grinding in against me so lewdly as he held me up there against the tractor.
My fingers traced along his arms, up over his broad shoulders, and then slowly down across his bulging pecs and stony abs. Though as I explored him, he grew more adventurous with my body too, and his hands rose up, pushed beneath my top until he was feelin’ my two perky mounds, kissin’ me more passionate than ever!
It was nothing like touching myself, not by a long shot. I mean, I never let myself get carried away but this was something completely different. It was like sparks were flying everywhere and he was guiding them to the parts I needed them most.
My nipples pressed against the fabric of my bra, and they nearly hurt with how hard they were gettin’. I’d never felt anything like that, and it made me moan into his mouth as my hands went to his shaggy hair, pulling him into me.
We made out like that for so long, those big strong hands of his squeezing and massaging my breasts, our loins grindin’ together through the fabric of our shorts and jeans. It couldn’t last forever though, because we were both far too hungry. Too insatiable!
He let go of my breasts at last, and slid those hard hands down along my taut tummy, towards the rim of my daisy dukes. He undid those jean shorts, then began to yank ‘em down strongly. I had to untangle my legs from around him to get it done, but it was only for a mercifully brief moment, thankfully!
It wasn’t like what I expected my first time to be by a long shot, but it was perfect all the same. I was breathing hard, and looking at him with such an intensity as I felt the daisy dukes slip off my boots and onto the ground. Then I stuck my fingers in the sides of my panties, and I almost lost my breath as I pushed those down as well.
I could barely believe I was bein’ so brazen, but it was all so perfect.
“I ain’t never...” I said as the panties met with the shorts, and I lifted myself up against him once more.
Bo’s eyes went wide with surprise, and I could see a moment of hesitation on his face. He was in his late twenties, and had obviously been around, but all that hesitation dripped away when he looked down over me, and suddenly he was captivated. I ain’t never felt like so much of a woman as then, when Bo’s handsome face was glued to starin’ at my lady bits.
“I wanna be yer first, Dixie,” he said in that deep husky voice of his, right before he snapped open his own pants and I could see that huge bulge of his through his boxer-briefs, clear as day! Even the veins on his big ol’ shaft showed through, lined in cotton.
I felt like I was near to hyperventilatin’ with how fast I was breathing, and I couldn’t really catch it. But it was good in a way. Made me feel like I was gonna swoon, so I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking down at that male part of him. I bit in on my lower lip as I watched him, my gaze flitting between his eyes and his package.
“I want you to be my first too, Bo,” I said, my voice sounding so much more mature and with a bit of a husky sound to it, on account of my breathing.
He kissed me passionately, but once he peeled away his underwear and that thick slab of meaty dick pounced out against my belly, I looked down and gaped in awe…
It was huge, and beautiful. So perfectly shaped, with such a prominent, purple crown, glistening with precum.
I couldn’t have dreamed up a nicer lookin’ tool, and he lifted my whole body so that his meaty organ teased against my slick slit, rubbin’ up and down along it as Bo moved my whole body.
“You’ve got such a gorgeous pink lil’ pussy, Dixie,” he said in a groaning voice, so enthusiastic. “I wanna take it slow with ya, but I don’t know if I can… I need to pop yer cherry and stick my cock in ya right now,” he said before bitin’ my lower lip and kissin’ me.
I’d just been biting my lip, but it didn’t compare to Bo doing it. Everything he did was sexier, and more enticing. He made everything seem a bit sexier, and I moaned.
When he finally pulled away, taking my breath with him, I murmured, “I want it.”
My hips were already working, circling round and trying to draw him in. I heard it hurt for a lady’s first time, but I was tough, and I didn’t need him to pamper me.
My soft skin pressed against his stubbled jaw as I whispered in his ear, “I don’t need you gentle, Bo.”
Bo was a real man, and he didn’t need more encouragement than that. He sank his cock into me, not real fast, but not real slow either. That thick organ split my pink lil’ labia open, stretched my narrow lil’ canal around his big, beefy member as I cried out, and he too, he moaned in such rapturous delight!
That big, raw dick of his sank in deep, fillin’ me up as he plunged to the very depths of my womanhood. He filled me up like I never thought possible, suddenly makin’ my whole life before feel empty! And he didn’t pause long neither, grasping my thighs he hefted me up and began to pump that shaft into me.
“Ohh fuck Dixie,” he said, cursin’ right foul, like his desire for me slayed the gentleman in him. “Your lil’ cunt feels better’n anythin’,” he growled all filthy.
He was being so crass, but my head was thrown back and I was screamin’ my delight no sooner than the words crossed his lips. It hurt like hell but felt better than heaven, and I was goin’ wild with desire.
My legs spread wide and I hazarded a look down just to see that giant tool splitting me open, and I was sure my eyes bulged out.
Such a lewd sight! That big, veiny dick, with my pinkish-red pinks stretched around him, tugged back with each pull, before he thrust back in again. Both our sexes join, glistenin’ with my honey as he pumped me full of his meat.
Bo moaned, his muscles tensin’ as he ploughed into me again and again, tillin’ my fertile quim with his massive tool. The thin sheen of perspiration upon his muscular form addin’ such a highlight to his gorgeously masculine physique.
“Oh Dixie…” he said, moanin’ my name as he sank his hand into my thigh tighter, holdin’ me up with the one as the other reached to squeeze at my breast again. “Yer the prettiest lil’ piece of ass I ever did see, and I want ya all to me,” he growled.
I might’ve been offended, but hearin’ those words from Bo was different than hearin’ a boy my own age sayin’ it. Bo meant it, and I knew it, and I was cryin’ out his name before I could stop myself. He was so good, felt so good.
My entire body was like electric shocks were goin’ through it, and he brought a hand to my cleavage, tearin’ open the buttons on my plaid shirt before dipping his hand beneath my bra and prodding at my pink, hard nipple.
I had always figured my first time would be with some younger fella, two of us not knowin’ what we was doin’, pawin’ at each other in the backseat of a car or some dinky dorm room. But instead it was with Bo, holdin’ me up with his great strength, poundin’ me against a tractor. He was all man, and I got the full benefit of that.
He moved his body with mine in such a beautiful motion, and I was captivated. I only wish’t I could see us movin’ together, how good we musta looked in the midday sun that got in through the shed’s two doors.
“Ohhh fuck Dixie,” he groaned out, his body tensin’ up. “I wanna blow my load deep down inside your tight lil’ pussy.”
I was chaste but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew if he came in me, it was likely he was gonna knock me up, and that’d send all my plans into the wind. Pa’d be madder than anything, same with my aunt.
So maybe call it rebellion or just teenage stupidity, I didn’t care.
I moaned out, “Yes, Bo! Cum in me,” and just sayin’ t
hose words sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I wanted it bad, and I was breathing hard before I silenced myself on his lips.
Before Bo did just that though, he pushed his hand up my thigh and I felt his thumb press in between us. I was taken by surprise with what he did next, rubbin’ that big digit around my labia, circlin’ my lil’ clit and makin’ my loins explode with sensations of pleasure I never knew before!
In all my years I’d never masturbated. Oh, I’d give it a try a few times, but I had no idea what to do with it all down there, and never got much out of it. But Bo? Oh, he was a master alright. He worked me to such a high so fast, and pretty soon I was undulatin’ and flailin’ around against him as my pleasure mounted.
I was outta control. My limbs, all my nerves, my muscles, they were all actin’ on their own accord as I screamed out his name over and over again. I had to gasp for breath and then everything came crashing down on me all at once and my mind went blank.
It was like nothing existed except for pleasure.
Bo was a master of my body, doin’ things with it I never dreamt of, and then… then he joined me in absolute bliss. That big, hulkin’ man pounded into me, his heavy balls slappin’ against my ass right up until moments before he blew his load.
His hands tightened on my breast and hip, and he buried his big, thick cock deep into me as it began to twitch and spew its thick cream. All that virile seed floodin’ my cunny, fillin’ me up as he moaned aloud and I squealed and whimpered. The two of us lost in our orgasms as he fucked me raw and bred me.
He was claiming me for his own, and I’d never been happier. My arms tightened around his neck and my breasts smushed against his chest as my pussy milked his thick cock. Our bodies were acting as nature intended, and my nails dug into his neck as I cried out his name again.
“You feel so good,” I whimpered, my throat sore from all that screaming I’d been doing.
We came to a halt together finally, the two of us stillin’ as he kissed at my neck and held me fondly.
