Where it happened: The harvest house
Langauge: eng
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
I used to do everything I was told. My father wanted me to get a job with this family growing berries in the country. The family was nice and we all worked leaning over all day in the sun pulling weeds. It was hard lonely work and I wore gloves and fell in bed every night before dark and woke up at sunrise. I was growing out of my things getting taller and bigger hips and even chestier. Well harvest time came and soon the farm had 25 people in tents to harvest. My new job was to weigh the berries and pay the pickers cash as they came in. So every morning I was given a big pile of small bills and a ledger. I did laundry and put my stuff in a too hot dryer and as I tried to get things on nothing fit. I could just get in my Daisy Duke shorts but couldn’t zip I borrowed the owners shirt . And o could barely breath in my bra. At noon I took off my bra and felt better. I used twine to help hold my zipper more closed . It rained as everyone came in . The tight wet thin shirt showed me off . My long legs and braided hair all dripping wet. My worn cowboy hat of straw was pouring water. I climbed the crates as they stacked up showing tagging every crate. I wish I understood Spanish . I ran out of money and the owners weren’t due back. The harvest was over . Those who were paid left those in paid had their papers and yelled at me wanting money. We went to the house and they reached in my pockets and felt me for money and thrills. I called with tears in my eyes as these men groped me. They searched the house one man took things and left. A real old but strong man grabbed my hand and led me to the bed room and ordered me to undress in Spanish . He took off his dirty things and stood there with a farmers tan his saggy old everything . Grey pubic hair . I saw his wedding ring worn thin from work. Hands strong and caloused. I held my lace micro bikini by the elastic . Everything off in perfect English . I did as I was told. He climbed on the bed and pushed me down and parted my legs. His big long dick hung there limp. He started feeling me with his scratchy rough hands . He reached up my pussy and his experience let him know I was a virgin. He looked in my face and smiled, while he played with my virgin hole. I wanted to watch but I was responding to the touch of an old Mexican man. I had to close my eyes. I started groaning uncontrolably . The door opened he said something and they watched then closed the door. I had no will to resist , it went on forever and ever wave after wave . I was floping , I groaned a thousand times at the touch of his fingers on me. I didn’t want fucked by some guy in his early 70s . I would of fucked an alien, a horse , or a broom handle. He had my 15 year old body FUCK ready. In Spanish he said your ready. I leaned up and his limp old wrinkled cock grew right before my eyes in just a few heartbeats as if on command. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was stretched tight and an inch away from my wet slit where he had been driving me insaine. He finally grabbed his cock and smeared my lube on his head and shaft. Oh the first little bit in was checking my depth. He said something and the door opened and there was a croud of on lookers. In one long hard painful push He kept going and going in me . Deeper and deeper . I was brave the first couple inches , but I broke in to a shaking sob as he kept going in . It may have taken a minute for him to go all in . It was wrong for him to give me the whole love pole one push . Then he didn’t pull out at all . He just stayed full deep and kept the pressure on . I wanted to breath. After five minutes of Hell he backed up six inches and thrusted and held all big and hard staying there . I couldn’t move like nailed to the bed. I hurt like Shit. He grabbed my hands I cried and cried he didn’t move. One of the lookers walked in and slapped the old guys ass. He started fucking me then . Not going for the world record hold your cock deep in a virgin medal.
In a couple minutes of normal fuckin . I was feeling less hateful of the old guy . He shot me his Mexican hot sauce and went limp . I climbed out of bed blood and sperm ran down my leg. I just held the dresser and heard the old guy leave. One Mexican on looker offered me a cup of tea and I drank it standing naked . He came back with a warm wash cloth and tenderly washed me and wrapped a towel under my arms. The owners came back late as everyone had harvest trucks in town . Well it wasn’t pretty but it is a memory . I never told my family.
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