Farm mature woman Shirley

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I arrived at the farm early and cheerfully. Today I was going to mow a large patch of hay, and Shirley was going to rake a nearby field and start irrigating it. She carried a water bottle and an old military bag full of sandwiches. We walked arm in arm to the garage where the tractor was parked. As soon as we entered, she turned me around, pressed my head close to her lips, and kissed me tenderly and passionately for several minutes. While we were kissing, I could smell tobacco and cinnamon on her breath. She pressed her thighs against me, making me painfully erect. Today she was wearing a white blouse, the hem of which was open. I slipped my hands under the loose blouse and caressed her breasts and nipples. After we finished kissing, she said, "I was planning to wait until lunchtime and have sex with you under the trees by the field, but I've changed my mind." She looked down at my erect penis, which was bulging against my crotch like a tent with damp spots—pre-ejaculate. “Dating a young man feels so good. I think you should release some tension first, so you can last longer.” Shirley led me to a dimly lit area in the server room and knelt at my feet. She loosened my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down. My hard penis sprang out immediately. She quickly took the glans into her mouth, teasing and sucking it with her tongue, while holding my shaft with her hand. It felt amazing, and I worried I wouldn't last long. She slid her lips deeper, soaking my entire penis, then slowly pulled it out. After repeating this several times, she spat the purple glans out of her mouth with a “pop!” and looked up at me. “Do you like it?” she asked, continuing to pump my wet penis with her hand. I bent down and kissed her lips. We kissed gently, expressing our love with our tongues. Her mouth now had a salty, fishy taste—the large amount of pre-ejaculate I had added. Finally, we separated from our passionate kiss, and she put my penis back into her mouth. After a few slow swallows, she moved her mouth away. She said, "I like eating your cock, I like touching it with my hands. Come on, shoot it into my mouth, let me taste what it's like." Then she slowly put my cock into her mouth until the head of my cock reached deep into her throat. I was about to ejaculate, desperately trying to meet her. Shirley felt it, and she started using her hands and mouth in tandem, moving her head back and forth on my cock, while her other hand stroked my testicles. I felt my semen rising, about to gush out. I said, "I'm going to cum." Shirley actually let out a low growl and started using her mouth to penetrate me faster, while her hands frantically masturbated me. The first wave of semen sprayed into her mouth, and then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and continued to thrust it against her face, letting the head of my cock scatter semen on her lips and cheeks. Then she put my cock back into her mouth, continuing to suck on the glans while thrusting with her hand until my orgasm passed. I almost collapsed. “Wow, what a beautiful morning!” she said. “Do you like this? Did you dream about me last night? Did you fuck my cunt again in your dream?” I discovered that Shirley really loved using dirty talk and swear words; she called them “seasoning.” She seemed to really enjoy those “dirty words,” and in the following days, she was constantly swearing. I pulled Shirley up and kissed her, completely unconcerned that her mouth and lips were covered in semen. She kissed me deeply, her saliva mixed with the taste of semen. When we parted from our long kiss, she reverted to her role as a female farmer, directing me to start the tractor, attach the combine harvester, and then she went to another tractor, started it, and the harrow was already running. She attached the target and drove into the field. We spent the entire morning cutting grass and plowing. At lunchtime, she told me to drive the tractor to a shady spot along the edge of the field. We both turned off the tractors, and suddenly, all around became quiet. I saw her spread an old military blanket on the ground. She turned to me, unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled it off. Her shoes and jeans followed, and she stood there naked, without underwear, displaying her well-defined muscles like a Greek goddess statue. A sense of awe welled up within me for this alluring mature woman. I began to undress as well, and she stood watching me. I haven't described myself in detail yet. I'm five feet ten inches tall (1.77 meters). I do manual labor regularly and inherited my father's strong physique. I have a broad chest and shoulders, a firm waist, no excess fat on my hips, and strong, powerful legs. Shirley was a woman who had worked hard for many years. She had a very well-proportioned and athletic figure. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but I liked her large areolas and alluring nipples. She said, "I want to give you a little something extra before dinner." I stepped forward and threw myself into her arms, my penis already rock hard. I embraced her beautiful body and kissed her deeply, my penis finding its way to her paradise amidst her thick pubic hair. We kissed and fell onto the blanket, she holding me until I lay on my back. She straddled me, lifted herself up, and began rubbing my penis against her glans with her pubic hair.There's a dock in Japan, and her wet, fleshy cleft moved back and forth on it. "Damn it, I've been thinking about that kind of thing all morning, my panties are soaked, I really want your big cock, hurry up and fuck me." She inserted the head of my penis between her labia, slowly sat down, then lifted herself up, and then sat down even deeper. It felt amazing to me, and I hoped I could hold on and satisfy her. Each time she lifted and sat down, she made my penis go deeper, and soon I had it all the way inside her. After slowly fucking her for a minute, Shirley began to moan from deep in her throat, and then with each deep thrust, she would slowly grind her pubic bone against me. Remembering what she had asked for yesterday, I reached out and pinched her nipples and areolas with my index finger and thumb, and began to twist them. She moaned more ecstatically and began to thrust deeply, the rhythm getting faster and faster. I felt Shirley's whole body spasm and convulse as she repeatedly pounded into me with her body, fucking me roughly. Her moans, accompanied by whimpers and screams, grew higher and higher. I enjoyed each thrust, and I felt my peak of excitement approaching. She lowered herself further and further down, and I pinched her nipples harder and harder, simultaneously ejaculating my hot semen into her alluring cunt. With each thrust, I was astonished to see a gush of vaginal fluid spraying from her cunt—a mixture of her juices and semen. Finally, she slumped against me, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. We lay there like that, panting heavily, for several minutes. Finally, she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to mine, and we kissed deeply and tenderly. Finally, we parted from our kiss, and she sat up, smiling at me. "That was fucking amazing!" she said. "How was it, baby?" "I swore to her I was absolutely ecstatic, and so she sat with her thighs pressed tightly against mine, my semi-erect penis inside her vagina, and we started chatting. I'd never chatted like that before; this incredibly erotic conversation was unforgettable. She told me she thought what we were doing was outrageous, and that I might regret it later, after all, she was a thirty-eight-year-old farm woman, and I was too young, only nineteen. She said I was attracted to her because of my youthful curiosity. She thought I'd get tired of her quickly and apologized for any resentment I might feel. I swore to her she was the most attractive woman I'd ever met, and that sleeping with her was the best experience of my life. Then she started talking about her husband and daughters." Talking about her family brought me back to harsh reality. She felt my penis, still inside her, begin to shrink, and she laughed, then pressed even tighter, keeping my penis inside her. She told me her husband was an alcoholic who often abused her, saying he was mainly good to his daughters, especially his two older daughters who idolized their father. She told me the farm was inherited from her family, something her husband resented because he had no ownership. As a result, he rarely worked on the farm, instead working at a car factory in a nearby town. I asked her if he disliked her youngest daughter, who had just turned sixteen. She said he was relatively lenient with her because she resembled her mother. I then learned that Maggie—that's what she called her youngest daughter—was a huge fan of her mother. Maggie never shaved her armpits because her mother didn't. Shirley guessed she smoked, just like her mother. Shirley said she didn't really approve of it and didn't intend to instill her views in her youngest daughter in order to make her like her. She had told Maggie she didn't want her to smoke, but she knew she couldn't control her teenage daughter. I asked her when she started smoking. She told me her father had been smoking since she was very young, and she thought it smelled great. She said she idolized her father. When she was thirteen, she started taking cigarettes from her father's pack when her mother wasn't looking, and by fifteen she was buying her own. As we talked about smoking, she bent down, picked up a cigarette and an old Zippo lighter, explaining that the lighter was the only thing her father had left her besides the farm. She lit a cigarette. She took a deep drag and then slowly exhaled smoke, as usual. I suddenly realized how bizarre it was: she was sitting on me, telling me about her family, while my still-erect penis remained inside this beautiful woman. I asked about her father. She said he died of cancer when she was fifteen. Her mother was a very weak and helpless woman who remarried a year later. Shirley told me that her stepfather hated everything related to her father, throwing away all his clothes and belongings, even selling his tools and hunting rifle. He said the farm was his, and Shirley and her sister had better "behave." At this point, I was fondling Shirley's beautiful breasts; despite the heat, her large brown nipples were hardening, her areolas protruding and wrinkled, teasing me. She played with my nipples as she spoke. When she finished one cigarette, she quickly lit another. She said she had hidden her father's Zippo lighter and continued smoking despite her stepfather's warnings. I slipped a hand into the hair under her armpit; she paused, then took another deep drag, smiled at me, slowly exhaled the smoke, and asked curiously, "Do I look really good smoking?" My cock immediately swelled up, completely filling her pussy once again. I lifted her up, making her lie down, changing our position. I straddled her, our wet thighs pressed tightly together. "Damn... couldn't you wait until I finished my cigarette?" I didn't answer, just slowly pulled out my hard cock, then slowly put it back in. I slowly pulled it out again, almost pulling it out of her pussy, then slowly inserted it back into her. She took another deep drag of her cigarette. "Do you really like me?" she said. I paused. "I like you a lot. I like everything about you, from head to toe, I like every single hair on your body." "I know you like fucking me, but I'm much older than you, and I don't shave, and I'm a heavy smoker. You'll get tired of me soon." She looked somewhat sad. Surprisingly, my cock got even harder, now paused halfway through thrusting. "Oh, you can quit smoking and shave, that might make you feel better." "I told her, while starting another slow, deep thrusting with my penis. At that moment, I really wanted to have a good time with her, but I knew she had something on her mind, and I really cared about her. 'Do you really want me to do those things?' 'No need. I like your body hair. Every time I see your armpit hair and belly hair, it gets my blood pumping and my penis gets hard. It's been like this for years. I hate women who smoke, but you're sexy and attractive. I like the way you smoke, you know? Every time I see you smoking, I really want to fuck you.' I meant to say 'make love,' but I used her words instead. Shirley laughed and said, 'Okay then, fuck me.'" She took a deep drag of her cigarette and began exhaling smoke towards my head, while I resumed thrusting my penis into her vagina. I looked down at my hard penis entering her bushy, horny cunt, my gaze lingering, following the spreading pubic hair upwards to the light hair around her navel, then up to her hard, dark nipples and hairy armpits. I realized, I really loved her hair.The latest 2021 version of the Chinese subtitle free version of the velvety body, I later realized it was because I really loved her. I continued to thrust in and out of her, she smoked a cigarette. After ejaculating earlier, I could last longer now, it felt wonderful. Shirley finally took a deep drag on the cigarette, as if she wanted to inhale the smoke from her mouth all the way into her vagina, she flicked the cigarette butt into the dirt next to the blanket. I started kissing her, thrusting into her faster and faster. The smoke she exhaled surrounded us, which did not bother me, but added a lot of fun. Shirley started to moan again, she responded to me, the moaning throat turned into screams, her breasts flushed red, turning into mottled red, during her orgasm, I thrust dozens more times in succession, her continuous orgasms, the ability of her vagina to gush like a spring once again shocked me, making my admiration for her not only like a surging river, but also like the overflowing Mississippi River, unstoppable. I slowed down the speed of my thrusting, preparing to explode, when she said: "Wait!" I stopped, remaining motionless on top of her. She trembled beneath me for a while, then she started playing with my nipples again, saying, "Your turn, baby, cum, cum hard!" "I want it, I want it..." I began thrusting into her again, finding the slow, deep thrusts incredibly pleasurable. I pushed one of her arms above her head and began sucking on her nipple again, loving its hard, rubbery feel in my mouth. I continued thrusting in and out, licking one of her breasts as I lowered my head, burying my nose deep into her armpit hair. I loved that feeling, even though this alluring mature woman smelled strongly of sweat. I increased my speed, pounding into her forcefully and deeply. With another climax, I heard her begin to whimper and moan. I lifted myself up, giving her everything. I felt myself ejaculating into her, streams of semen flowing until I finally gave my all. I lay down next to her on the blanket. We lay there embracing for a long time, kissing softly, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, caressing each other, cuddling. I just wanted to fall asleep in this beautiful mature woman's arms. But once again, Shirley realistically suggested we have dinner. We sat naked, looking at each other as we ate our sandwiches, drinking glass after glass of water from the canteen, our sweaty bodies absorbing the moisture. Finally, we got dressed, and the rest of the day was spent on the tractor. I finished cutting the hay, and soon we were baling it on two farm wagons; she operated the tractor and the baler, and I stacked the hay. I know this ending of the day doesn't seem very romantic or sensual, but it really happened. That evening, after dusk, before I went home, we kissed, I caressed her breasts, and Shirley masturbated me again. I was in pain and sensitive, and it didn't take long for me to ejaculate, shooting a small stream of semen onto the back of her hand. I think I was finally drained. [The End]

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