"Ohhh yesss, yesss…"
She gave in, threw in the towel, threw away her morality at the touch of his hands, at the feel of his breath against his throat! Her blouse was completely out of her skirt now, flapping over her ass. In a moment she felt his big hands cupping both asscheeks, working into those soft pillows of flesh.
"Ohhhh, Linda, yeah, yeah, I've wanted you for a long time… since you came to the ranch."
"Did you?" she panted.
Linda raised both hands, pushing them gently against his chest in a last weak effort to get away. She wasn't serious, and Hank could see that. Her own lust coupled with that of the foreman's was too much for her to handle. In the distance the dance music played on. But the two of them were too engrossed in one another to care.
"Wh… where can we go?" she asked in a stammering voice.
Hank smiled and looked around him.
"Nothin' wrong with right here. There's trees to protect us, and I got my jacket," he said, pulling away and shrugging off the garment.
Linda watched as he spread the jacket on the ground in front of her. In a moment he was back up holding her, the iron bands of his arms tightly around her.
"God!" she gasped.
This was going to be her first time, her very first fuck. And how she wanted it! Her heart was beating crazily while she fought for control of her breathing. Her tits seemed to be growing, actually swelling in those confining cups. Janice had told her not to wear a bra. It was too old-fashioned, her sister had told her. But the thought of appearing in public with her tits jiggling and swaying against her blouse frightened and embarrassed her. She could just imagine those old biddies cackling and chatting about what kind of woman she was, appearing at a dance with her tits swaying around for God and everyone to see. But right now, as she stood leaning heavily against Hank, feeling his hands smoothing up and down her naked back, Linda wished she had followed her sister's advice.
"Ohhhhh…" she moaned.
He was pushing her back to where his jacket was stretched on the ground. In a moment his mouth covered hers. Linda groaned, tilting her head to make their lips squirm together. He was touching her ass again, gently kneading each full asscheek until the blonde thought she was going to faint from her rushing excitement. That touch, even through the material of her skirt, felt terribly good. She rocked her hips, feeling something very warm and hard gouging against her body – his cock! Linda stiffened, her fingers fanning out against the side of his neck.
"Hank… I…"
She was about to tell him she didn't want to fuck. Yes, again she was going to back out of life, live on the sidelines while people like her sister Janice played on the field. But this time the words just wouldn't come. She stood there, feeling him touch her all over. She wanted to let it all happen. There wasn't the reluctance, the fear that had spoiled so many other evenings. Now there was just the arousal, the excitement burning through her brain, exorcising all those moral bogies her mother had carefully planted so many years ago.
That prick! His cock seemed so big, so stiff. She remembered Janice telling her one night how badly she wanted to get fucked. Linda wondered if that had been the first time her sister had finally gotten fucked. Janice never talked too much about sex after that, probably because she was getting it. Still Linda couldn't stop thinking about it, wishing there were someone to talk to while her cunt burned and itched so!
"Let's get down," Hank suggested.
In a moment they were flat on the ground. She could feel his jacket gathering up under her as Hank pulled off her blouse, then reached around and finally unfastened the snap of her halter. Linda sighed, feeling the cups pull free of her tits. "Ohhhhh," she moaned.
It felt so good, so free to be naked like this, naked under the stars, under the hot gaze of a man! Hank paused for a moment, taking in her half-naked body, then lowering his head. In a moment he was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, licking her big nipples with his tongue. That tongue! How it reminded her for a moment of Chad, that German Shepherd as he had crouched over her that fateful night, touching her tits and, more importantly, licking her cunt.
He was a little awkward. But soon he smoothed out his technique, puckering his lips and moving them around to her other nipple. In a moment he was kneading both tits, sucking on one, drawing in the rubbery nub between the gap in his front teeth. It was incredible! Hot flashes sparked from her mouthed tit, making Linda arch her back and wallow her shoulder blades against the ground. How she wanted to feel him naked against her, pressing her down into the dirt while his prick fucked out her soppy fuck hole.
His hipbones bumped hers. He was fucking his prick-shaft up and down her cunt. At the same time, Hank was reaching around for her zipper, tugging it down, fumbling with the top button and finally sliding the garment over he knees and ankles. She was naked, naked except for her panties that now clung stickily to her cunt-lips.
"Now my turn." He undressed quickly, pulling off his dress shirt and laying it carefully on top of her skirt, then half-standing and tugging his dress Levi's down. Linda's eyes widened. He wasn't wearing any shorts. His cock sprang out – long, thick, meaty, like the pricks she'd seen hanging from between a horse's hindquarters. For a second she wondered if hanging around donkeys had anything to do with the size of a man's cock. She smiled at this ridiculous thought.
"Like what you see?" Hank asked, reaching down and scratching his full leather balls.
It was at that point Linda realized she might be acting too forward, acting as if she did this sort of thing all the time. Drawing back, she shook her head from side to side.
"Hank," she began, fighting for words. "You might not believe this, but… but I've never done anything like this in my life."
Linda was glad it was dark. She felt her cheeks burning with shame. Her virginity was an embarrassment, something to be ashamed of. How differently she viewed it than several years ago when she considered her cherry some kind of badge of courage, of honor.
"Huh?"
Linda looked up again. Hank stood there, his prick sticking straight out from his crotch – full, hard, hot, filled with blood, ready to fuck right into her cunt. He was staring a little wide-eyed at her.
"I said… I said I'm a virgin," she whispered softly.
Hank smiled, bending down and gathering her up into his arms.
"Any other woman I wouldn't believe. But you… well, guess so. I'll go gentle."
He was back on top of her, kissing her throat, her mouth, the sensitive spots just under her eyes. And, all the time, his knees were pressing hers apart, spreading her legs open. His prick gouged the nylon crotch panel, forcing the silky material up into her cunt. It was so wild, so weird. It was like getting fucked and not getting fucked at the same time!
"Uhhhhh…" she groaned.
He sucked her tits again, pinching the nipples when he wasn't tonguing them. Linda saw bright lights popping in front of her. His touch was mind-blowing, far more intense than, anything she'd felt before – even with Chad on top of her. This was a man, a real man touching her, wanting to fuck her.
"You're nice and hot and fine," Hank whispered, his fingers groping her all over.
She felt his tongue going lower and lower, teasing the flesh around her navel. And then she felt his fingers gripping her hipbones, holding her ass down to the jacket and ground while his tongue slipped past her belly button to her thighs. And then…
"Uhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly.