I Had One Chance To Land That Man So I Made The Best Of It

My father taught Agronomy at a rural college, and was the local Ag Extension officer. I was seventeen that summer, working for my Dad in the office. A local boy Bryan came by, he wanted some help with soil analysis before he continued with his fertilizer. My Dad sent me out to collect the samples.

Bryan drove me around on his dirt bike, so we could get the samples my Dad had mapped out. I kept skidding forwards, my legs around him, my tits crushed against his back. He told me to hold onto the side handles I was giving him a hard on. At the next sample location I got off and said prove it. He undid his jeans and his dick swung out. I got his dick in my hand and milked him and told him not to tell my father.

We got the samples back and asked him if he was going to take me to the A&W. I sat next to him, on the bench seat of the pickup. We sat together with his arm around me, all the high school girls with high school boys, I had a regular man, and he was holding me tight.

He dropped me off at the office, wanted a kiss so I kissed him. Things moved fast and I was pregnant by the time school started in September. I got a lot of kidding, mounted for dropping a spring calf the following year. I wasn't the only girl, in farm country after 16 girls are fit for breeding. My Dad bought into Bryan's farm and helped him make it a top producer. Me, in those days, I spent my time making him boy helpers and made me a couple of girls. Today girls run away to college, get knocked up by city boys and end up in an apartment. But then, a married pregnant girl made a father proud, especially if she gave him a grandson.