A Bumpy Ride

It had been a little over a year since we'd met. At the time, I was eighteen and single; I had been spending the summer volunteering on a farm in a small rural village in the south of Spain when I met Carlos. A friend of my boss, he was just shy of forty, and though he didn't quite meet the standard American definition of hot, he was still quite attractive. Carlos was tall and slim, tan from all the hours spent working in the beating sun and fit from the years of difficult labour.

I, on the other hand, was fairly average in height and in complexion. That's not to say I wasn't sexy - jogging and boxing had kept my body lean and tone, while my skin was beginning to darken from my work in the fields. One of my best assets, I thought, were my breasts. Firm and perky, they were a generous D-cup, with large nipples which had an unfortunate tendency to show through my shirt, visibly erect at inconvenient moments.

Nothing had happened that summer between Carlos and I. I too young and him too shy, it was only months later through chat that we confessed to being attracted to each other. But we both agreed the age difference was too big, and that our friends and families (mine especially) would never accept the two of us together - and so, we conceded, we would never act on our feelings.

And yet here I was, ten months later, back in that small Spanish village once more. I hadn't yet much had the chance to see Carlos, what with being too busy during the harvest season. But now those days had passed and we were into the time of ploughing the fields. Carlos and I had reconnected over the internet, and he had agreed to take me along for a ride in his tractor one afternoon so I could see how it was done.

His fields were just a short walk from the village, so, as decided, I met him at his tractor at three that afternoon. Eagerly, I climbed in next to him after a quick hello, and we were on our way.

It's important to note that the fields are rarely perfectly even, so anytime you're in a tractor, it will be a bit of a bumpy ride, to say the least. But I was used to being tossed around and because it was such a tight space, I didn't really think much of it when our knees brushed - though I did feel a jolt of electricity travel up my leg to my clitoris.

As discreetly as I could, I ran a hand over the crotch of my jean shorts; based on the warmth emanating from the region, I could tell I was quite wet. Being in such a cramped space with Carlos was certainly having an effect on me.

We went up and down the field a few more times, ploughing away with no incident. Carlos seemed not to have noticed my obvious discomfort or if he had, felt no need to comment. I desperately wanted to know if he still felt anything towards me, because despite our agreement, I couldn't help but continue to be attracted to him.

We were about three quarters of the way through the field, and just as I was beginning to debate whether or not I would ever want to get physical with him, we hit another bump, and our knees brushed once more. I felt another lightning bolt run through my body, but this time, instead of pretending it hadn't happened, Carlos grabbed a hold of my knee, gently resting his hand on my lower thigh.

I felt something stir in the pit of my stomach and, almost despite me, my arm moved out to reciprocate his gesture. We continued on like this, silently, for about thirty seconds, until, abruptly, Carlos stopped the tractor and turned towards me, grabbing hold of my face by either side.

We kissed. We kissed passionately and furiously, trying to make up for the year that had gone by since we'd missed our first chance to do this. We were operating on a purely instinctual level, animalistic, almost, as he was taking off my shirt, then I his, and then my shorts were off and his pants were unbuttoned and-

I froze.

My rational side was taking back over, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that I was in my underwear in front of a shirtless man nearly twice my age. I pushed Carlos away, stuttering, trying the explain to him how this - me, him, us - was wrong. But he persisted, placing his hand over my mouth to make me stop talking.

"Please, baby, come on, just let his happen," he pleaded. "You know you want it."

Panic was beginning to rise, replacing the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. Removing his hand from my mouth and using his arm to pin down my wrists, Carlos began kissing me again, desperately. Meanwhile, his other arm reached around my back to unhook my bra, an unfortunately strapless garment which fell to the floor of the tractor.

Keeping my wrists pinned, he slid his hand down my body, under the waistband of my panties, gently probing my soaking cunt with his rough, calloused hands. Why I didn't scream, I don't know, though I squirmed a little for good measure as he plunged two fingers into my tight hole. A slight moan escaped my lips despite me as he gently slid in and out of my pussy.

"Carlos, don't. We don't have to do this," I said, turning my head away from his lips, which were still pressed against mine.

"Come on, baby, you know you're enjoying it." As he spoke, he brought his hand back up in front of my face. His fingers were glistening with my juices. "See?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but he pushed his fingers between my lips, leaving me no choice but to taste my own moisture on his hand as he took them back out again.

Obviously enjoying my reluctance, Carlos was now fully erect, a bulge obvious under his slacks. Momentarily letting go of my wrists, he pulled down his pants, letting his massive cock spring free, before removing my panties as well.

I'm not a virgin by any means, having had my fair share of boyfriends during high school. But none of those teenaged penises compared to the large specimen in front of me that Carlos was now gently stroking. It had to be at least two inches thick and seven inches long, if not more.

Suddenly very afraid, I barely had time to move before Carlos took my wrists back into his hand, pinning me once more. He used his other to guide his erect member towards my pussy, gently pressing the mushroom head against my tight opening.

Then, without warning, in one swift motion he plunged his cock into my hole. I let out an audible gasp, part pain and part pleasure, as I felt him filling every inch of me. Recognizing my last chance to make this stop, I pleaded with him once more.

"Please, Carlos, don't do this. It's not too late. We can pretend this never happened," I begged. "I'll do anything you want, just please, not this."

He pulled out nearly all the way, and for a second I thought I had won him over, until he thrust himself back in, this time harder and faster. Despite myself, I moaned once more, now fully overtaken by the pleasurable sensations in my cunt.

He continued to thrust, slowly at first, going in and out, stretching my hole a little more each time. His breathing quickened, and mine as well, as he began moving in and out faster and faster. I could hear us, flesh against flesh, creating a slapping sound each time he rammed his massive cock into my pussy.

As I moaned, moving with him, trying to angle my hips as best I could to give him better access to me, he let go of my wrists, and I quickly wrapped my arms around his back, holding him tight.

He continued to thrust, faster and faster, until I exploded into an orgasm stronger and more violent than anything I had previously experienced. It took only a few seconds before he, too, climaxed, sending streams of hot cum into my birth canal. It felt so good, having him inside me, and I didn't want him to leave as his cock began to soften and pull out.

Just as I was about to speak, he forced his limp dick into my mouth. It tasted so good, our juices mixed together, and I sucked and licked him until he was clean and erect again, before we started in for round two.