Belle of the Fields: My Heart-Pounding First Wild Fuck in the 80s Countryside

Early 80s. No AIDS word yet. Just fields, freedom, my piss stream hitting the tree bark. Heart thumps steady. Alone in the countryside. Then she bursts from the bushes. Blonde pigtails bouncing. Plaid shirt, white-red checks. Jean minishort hugging her hips. Legs smooth, endless. Like that cheese ad girl. Belle des Champs. Exact copy. But hotter. Short better than pants.

My stream falters. Eyes blink. Frozen. She grins. ‘Can I?’ No wait. Hand shoots out. Grabs my shepherd’s stick. Warm fingers wrap my cock. Still half-hard from the relief. Pulse races. Who is she? Strangers don’t do this. Do they? Stomach flips. Excitement surges. Unknown. Dangerous. But her grip tightens. Slow strokes. Firm, sweet. No turning back. Legs weaken. I mutter, ‘Make yourself at home.’ She laughs. ‘Call me tu, no formal shit.’ Silence but for her hand gliding. Skin tingles. First time hands like this. Nervous sweat beads. Cock swells in her palm.

The Approach

She chats easy. Knows cocks. All kinds, like that Perret song. Scouting farm dicks in this outfit. First try here. My dick? Nice one. Thanks her. Heart hammers. Face familiar? TV escapee? Laughs mix with strokes. Desire builds. Fear of what’s next. But fuck, it feels good.

Kneels sudden. Mouth engulfs me. Wet heat. Tongue swirls. Pro. Lips slide deep. Gasp escapes. Body shakes. First stranger suck. Pure shock. Waves crash. Want more. Deeper.

Pulls off. ‘Pill?’ Yeah. Curves from it. Perfect. ‘Bend against tree. Ass out.’ Short drops. No panties. Pussy glistens. Slick already. Press in. Glides easy. Her cunt hot, tight. Pubes grind smooth ass. Hands under shirt. Small tits. Hard nipples. Thrust. Heart explodes. First raw fuck like this. Fields spin.

The Instant

‘Top slut!’ She admits. Hubby gone two weeks. Needs daily dick. Or near. Cheats quiet. Laugh. Pound harder. Offer farm. My place. Fifteen workers. Months dry. Her eyes light. ‘Fifteen?’ Dreamy. Paul here. Gwladys you. Popol my cock. Names late. Pump faster. Cum builds. ‘Jerk off!’ She wiggles. I flood her. Deep jets. Eyes roll. Bliss.

Pulls free. Sucks clean. Tongue laps cum. Hard again fast. Context magic. Her mouth works. Swallows planned. Deep throats. Balls cupped. Tension coils. Tap head. ‘Cumming!’ She dives. Salves hit throat. Gulps all. Knees buckle. Divine.

Spits some on grass. Likes seed inside awhile. Face clicks. Her! Glasses girl, bun, strict look. Hiding fire. Promise silence. Good for us. Cock stirs. Lead to ditch. Lie back. Legs wide. Perfect height. Slide in missionary. Slow pistons. Her no clit rub. Saves for memories. Fingers dive. Wet mix. Ours. Circles nub. She quivers. Bites lip. Faster fucks. Kisses wild. Cum again. She screams orgasm. Body shakes. Mine too.

Lick fingers clean. Her taste. Propose workers. Real. Ten-plus ready. Hubby calls? Reroute phone. Tempted. Arm round waist. Walk farm. Innocence gone. Horizons wide. Fire barely lit.