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  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 de
sire.

  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’ those 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.

  “You feel the best,” he responded in a gravelly husk, those two big hands feelin’ me up, holdin’ me close. Then slowly, he began to pull back, but he weren’t done yet, he wanted more. More of me. But it weren’t to be, sad to say.

  Just as I was moanin’ from him startin’ to fuck me again, I saw the sight of my aunt’s big red truck tearin’ down the dirt road towards the farm again.

  “Aw shit,” I said. “She’s comin’!”

  And my phrasin’ confused Bo a second, before he caught on.

  “Shit!” he said, and the two of us had to disentangle and get to dressin’. Although, I was to have a sticky mess in my panties for the rest of the days, thanks to Bo’s gift.

  But it was worth it for the big grin it put on my face thereafter.

  Chapter 4

  Was it worth it all around?

  Well, my pa sure as shootin’ wouldn’t have said so at first. But well… once he gets to know the lil’ one growin’ in me, I think he’ll change his mind.

  Bo and I are together more officially now. He hasn’t proposed yet, but I have a feelin’ that’s coming. He’s been squirreling away more of his money lately and picked up some odd jobs too. And every time he looks at me, it’s with this light in his eyes, this way he has about him.

  The fire still hasn’t died out, though losin’ out on the thrill of sneakin’ around was a bit of a shame. But as I looked at him, choppin’ wood for the winter, I still felt my stomach flutter with butterflies. He was the one.

  The Fertile First Time: Daisy

  Chapter 1

  When my pa told me I was gonna be workin’ at his friend’s farm over yonder past the hills, I was downright excited! I mean, I know it might not sound like much, takin’ on a job to go milk cows and tend chickens for an older fella, but farm life gets fearsome dull, I’ll tell ya.

  Going from lookin’ after our own cows and chickens to another farm’s was actually an excitin’ change of pace. And no, it ain’t just ‘cause of how borin’ it all sounds. Thing was, at our farm I answered to my ma, who kept a watch over me through every lil’ task. Here I was, old enough to be off on my own, and still bein’ tended to like I was a child by my ma and pa.

  Workin’ over at Mister Avery’s farm was a chance for some independence, y’know? I could finally get to do things my own way some, I reckoned. Mr. Avery was a close friend of my pa’s, but he was always real sweet with me, not the pushy kind, so I figured he’d not be like my ma and be ridin’ me for every lil’ thing.

  But hey, I ain’t as dull as all that either. You wanna know the truth of the matter? Somethin’ I’d never admit to anyone? Well... Mr. Avery was older’n me by a long shot, but he was damn handsome too. And livin’ out in the middle of farm country, with fewer neighbours than family, and the closest of ‘em bein’ ages away, handsome men were in short supply.

  Chapter 2

  Don’t go gettin’ the wrong impression of me though, that was just a secret lil’ confession between you and me. I was a downright chaste girl, and I never did sully no Sunday school by bein’ naughty with the boys out back like a certain few other girls I could mention.

  Nope! I was downright innocent, a good girl, my pa said. And I never had no intentions on Mr. Avery. He was widowed, his wife passed on years before, but he was my pa’s age and I thought of him as more of an uncle than anythin’ I guess you could say.

  Or at least, I did.

  Things began to change though right from that first time.

  The walk to Mr. Avery’s farm was a doozy! A good hour out of my mornin’ just to make it to work, so by the time I got there I was already a bit perspired an’ tired. A smilin’ Mr. Avery greet
ed me though, the tall fella lookin’ happy to see me as he waved me on in.

  He was guidin’ his prized horse then, Ms. Molly, the most beautiful pony you ever did see. She was white as snow, and with a thick mane. You could tell Mr. Avery took special care of his animals, ‘cause Ms. Molly looked gorgeous!

  “Hey Mr. Avery!” I called out, wavin’ back to him as I stomped on up in cowboy boots and my daisy dukes. Workday weren’t even started and I already had my plaid shirt tied up over my stomach, collar done low. Summer heat was quickly buildin’ after all.

  “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, Daisy,” he said, and I could tell Mr. Avery had been hard at work already too. He was a big, tall man, built like a brick house. His work shirt was tied up above his elbows, and I could see his sun-browned forearms clear as day, thick and bulging with veiny muscles.

  “How’s Ms. Molly doin’?” I asked, ever fascinated with that beautiful mare.

  “Doin’ just fine, and lookin’ almost as good as you this morn’, if’n I might say so, Daisy,” he said smoothly, smiling at me all brightly. Part of what made Mr. Avery such a handsome fella was how smile, all white-toothed and good lookin’, complimented his blonde hair so well.

  “Aw shucks, Mr. Avery,” I said, slipping my hands in my back pockets and rockin’ on my heels a little. I’d blossomed into a woman some time before, but still... with so few fellers around I didn’t often hear compliments from men folk.

  “Well,” I said before he had a chance to make my cheeks burn a brighter red, “I suppose I should get to work then. Daylight’s a burnin’! As my ma always said.”

  Mr. Avery chuckled, patting Ms. Molly’s neck as he smiled at me.

  “You know where the farm is, I’d show you around but... I reckon you know your business as good as any, Daisy. And this farm ain’t no stranger to you. If’n you want somethin’, it’s yers to roam about freely. And if you do got a question, well... I’ll be out here tendin’ to the horses or the crops.”