The Drifter Ch. 01

She put her hands on her tits and started playing with them as she leaned against the wall. She was not as innocent as I she first appeared and knew what she was doing. My hard cock was bulging in my jeans and I saw where her eyes were looking. She bit her lower lip and watched me moving closer.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she finally said and pushed her pelvis forward with her legs apart as if opening herself to me.

All inhibitions were gone. We were like caged wild animals wanting each other. Raw unbridled lust was in the air as I moved towards her, our eyes locked on each others eyes. She looked at my cock straining my jeans. I grabbed my balls, cupping them. Then she cupped her pussy.

"You want this cock, don't you?" I said, holding my crotch.

"And you want this cunt," she snarled, rubbing her pussy.

Suddenly, I stepped forward, grabbed her and roughly turned her around and pushed her hard against the wall of hay bales. I spread her legs slightly and rubbed my throbbing cock against her tight jean covered ass. I quickly grabbed one of her tits with one hand and gripped her pussy with the other one.

"You're a little cock tease, aren't you?" I growled into her ear.

"Yeah, I am. What are you gonna do about it?"

"You're asking for trouble," I said as I held her pussy and tit, grinding my cock harder against her ass. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"You are, are you? You think I'm going to let you fuck me. You think you're in charge of me, do you? You think I'm going to give you my cunt?"

"Yes, I'm going to take your cunt," I said, grinding my hard cock into her ass, rubbing her pussy harder. "I'm going to own your cunt," I said, unable to believe the scenario that we created and that she was so into it.

"You think so, do you?" She started squirming and tried to buck me off of her.

I grabbed her tighter. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Let go of me, you bastard! You can't have me! Let me go!" she shouted, squirming and rubbing her ass harder against my cock. I grabbed her pussy tighter as she squirmed harder and tried to get away.

Suddenly, I turned her around and threw her down on a hay bale and pounced on her. She spread her legs apart. My bulging cock pressed against her jean-covered pussy. I pinned her arms over her head, my mouth just above her lips and looked down into her eyes.

"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, squirming and bucking beneath me. I knew what she was doing. This was part of her game to get me to ravish her. I knew it was one of her fantasies.

"You want this cock, don't you" I began to grind and hump her.

"Get off of me," she screamed, squirming under me.

"Shut up," I said and put my hand over her mouth. "You don't want your grandfather to know what a slut you are," I said, holding her down.

She squirmed, trying to talk through my hand. I was humping her harder now, my cock grinding into the seam of her tight cut-offs, both of us getting hotter and hornier.

"I want you to beg for my cock. I know you want it bad."

"No way, you fucker!" she said when I took my hand away.

"I know you want it." I got up on my knees and lowered my jeans and took my hard cock out and held it over her pussy. She looked at it, her mouth wide open and panting. I quickly pulled off her boots, unbuttoned her cutoffs and lowered the zipper. When she lifted her ass, I stepped back and peeled them down her legs. She was squirming as I pulled them from her body then practically ripped her panties off of her and looked down at her dripping pussy. I grabbed her smooth tan legs and pulled her slightly forward so that she was lying on the edge of the hay bale with her bare feet on the straw covered floor, her legs wide apart.

"You're going to beg for my cock before I'm through with you."

I got down on my knees and lifted her smooth tan legs over my shoulders, moved forward into the warm valley of her thighs and began licking and lapping her wet, juicy pussy from her ass to her clit.

"Oh Fuck!" Carla shouted and jolted each time my tongue licked her clit. With her head thrashing from side to side, she grabbed my hair, lifted her ass and forced my tongue deeper. "Eat me! Eat me! Don't fucking stop! Oh my god! Oh Fuckkkk!"

Her screaming was urging me on. What a hot, wild, sex crazed woman had been unleashed. I found her clit and continued sucking and licking. "Oh, yes! Do that! Do that! Yeah! Yeah! Do that! I'm going to cum!"

I put my middle finger in her tight pussy and felt it grip my finger as I moved it in and out.

She was thrashing and bucking harder and so out of her mind, it was all I could do to hold my mouth on her clit. I entered a second finger and loved how tight she was as I devoured her clit. I curved my fingers and rubbed her g-spot. She trembled and tensed.

"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" Her whole body shook violently as a huge orgasm swept over her. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" She gripped and pulled my hair tighter and gushed her cum all over my mouth and fingers.

By now, my hard cock was a red hot pole. Behind me was another hay bale. I suddenly pulled Carla up, gripped her ass in my hands and sat down on the hay bale with Carla straddling me. I wrapped my arms around her as she came down hard on my cock.

"Oh Fuck! You're cock is huge!" she yelled as I filled her tight pussy with one thrust. The height of the hay bale let her keep her bare feet on the ground so she could lift her self up and come down hard on my cock.

"Ride me! Ride me! Ride your stallion, Cowgirl!"

She still had her tight t-shirt on, and I could see her tits bouncing underneath her shirt as she rode me harder and harder like she was on a bucking bronco. Suddenly, she grabbed her t-shirt, pulled it over her head and threw it in back of her. She put both hands on her round tits, squeezing and rubbing them, then moved one hand to her clit. With her feet still on the barn floor, I loved watching my cock going in and out of her dripping pussy as she galloped on my cock.

"Oh, man, this is so good. I love riding you like this! Come on, fuck me, stud! Fuck me!"

Lifting herself, she came down harder and harder, impaling herself. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum. I can't stand it! I'm going to cum again!"

She was screaming and looking up at the ceiling of the barn. Her whole body shook as spasm after spasm ripped through her. "Oh my God, I'm cumming...Oh my God!" she yelled as she convulsed violently before collapsing on top of me, her tits crushed against my chest, her wetness dripping all over my throbbing cock and thighs.

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer as this wild fucking drove me insane. I quickly lifted her off of my cock and pushed her down to the hay covered wooden floor. She was on her back with her legs spread wide apart, her swollen, juicy pussy so open to me. I got down on my knees between her legs. Our eyes locked on each other.

"Take me! Take me! I'm safe."

"I am too!" I shouted, unworried because I'd had a vasectomy.

I was crazed. My throbbing cock was so hard. Her screaming to take her was too much for me. I reared back and with one hard thrust filled her tight pussy.

"Yeah, fuck your slut!" She knew that her dirty talking would drive both of us over the edge. I pulled all the way out and then rammed my cock deep and hard.

This was the raunchiest, hottest fucking I had ever done and I couldn't believe what a wild passionate woman had been unleashed. With her legs over my shoulders, her round ass off the hay covered floor, this angle let me pound down into her pussy like a jackhammer. My balls bounced against her ass and my cock rubbed against her engorged clit with each thrust.

"Harder! Harder! Take me! Take me!"

"Your cunt is mine!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Just fuck me! Fuck me harder!

Harder! Harder!"

I pulled out and rammed my cock harder and faster with each thrust and suddenly felt my cock swelling, my orgasm rising, "I'm cumming! Oh Carla, Carla, I'm cumming!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me! Give me your cum!

Shoot it in me!" she screamed as I fucked her harder and faster, unable to believe what a hot woman I had found.

Just then, as if a dam had burst, my swollen cock erupted and hot cum gushed out of me. She was on the verge of another orgasm as her pussy squeezed my cock. Both of us screamed when my hard thrusts shot gobs of cum into her. Our orgasms crashed like waves against the rocks and drove us over the edge of sanity. I writhed then collapsed on her as the last of my cum spurted into her overflowing pussy. She spread her long legs wide part on both sides of me. I lay on her, unable to budge with my deflated cock still deep in her pussy and could feel the warm wetness between us. We were panting and gasping.

The rain was pouring on the roof of the barn as we lay there, unable to move. Finally, I lifted my head and looked at her beneath me. We smiled at each other, both of us trying to catch our breath and wondering what we would say after such wild intensity.

"Do you think your grandparents heard us?" I asked after a few breathless moments.

"Nah! They wouldn't hear us with this heavy rain, and they probably think we were waiting for it to slow down before running to the house. Also they're both hard of hearing."

I laughed and then rolled onto my back and gathered Carla in my arms. She was laying half on me with her head on my shoulder. We looked up at the ceiling of the barn and listened to the rain.

"That was a pretty wild roll in the hay." I smiled into her blue eyes.

"It sure was." She chuckled. "I've been helping them bring in the hay for many years, but I never had a helper like you before." She paused and looked deep into my eyes then in a softer voice said, "Thank you."

"For what?" I noticed she had tears in the corner of her blue eyes.

"For letting me out." She squeezed my hand and smiled. "I'm not really a slut, but it was exciting to pretend."

"I know. The imagination has a life of its own and can be petty wild."

"Well, I have a wild imagination. Sometimes my fantasies are so real I don't know where I am."

"Well, I never expected to find anyone like you when I answered that ad for a hired hand. That just goes to prove it's good not to have expectations."

"Why?" A puzzled look came to her eyes.

"Because when you don't have expectations, you're never disappointed and often you're surprised and delighted, so I try never to have expectations."

"Well, what do you expect will happen with us?"

"We'll see. I have no expectations. One day at a time."

Laying there in the dim light of the hay loft, I got up on my elbow and looked down at her, smiled and wiped a tear away from her cheek. I pushed a few strands of her hair away and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her chin, then her lips. She put her hand on my head and we kissed each other, tenderly.

We gazed into each others eyes and smiled. She seemed like a different person than the one I met when we first greeted. Her blue eyes sparkled and her face seemed radiant.

It had stopped raining. Lying there, I wasn't sure what I was feeling but sensed that what started as lust earlier was becoming something else. There was a lot more to Carla than I had realized.

"Let's go down to the house and get some lunch," I said, shoving my confusion aside. "We still have to get this hay into the loft this

afternoon."

We got dressed and climbed down from the loft and stood in the entrance of the barn next to the hay wagon. It had stopped raining but drops were falling from a beam just above us. I took Carla in my arms and held her close. We kissed gently, warmly before walking quietly down to the house. Carla, no longer shy with me, stomped through a puddle and laughed like a little girl.

Standing on the porch before opening the screen door, I turned to her, "Remember, no expectations, we still have the rest of the weekend and who knows what surprises await us."

Carla smiled and shook my hand as if we had made an agreement. "That's a deal," she said, smiling, "No expectations."