@Jonnyxx bella 😍
Ploughing
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Ploughing some clay land in the 1950s with a Fordson Major Diesel tractor (no cab, rear wheel drive only) and Ransomes 3-furrow plough (non-reversible) mounted on the hydraulic linkage at the back. The plough was raised and lowered with a lever alongside the driver. It was too wet really but the job had to be done as the season was getting late. The field had a slight slope which increased as you went across. My farm wellingtons were thick with clay making ne semi-hard as they smeared mud around. The mud was plastered on the clutch and brake pedals . The tractor tyres were thick with wet soil. I had set out the field with ridges to plough round. Going wasn’t too bad but the land wheel was spinning slightly all the time, leaving a bit of a rut. Next time round it was spinning more to keep going. I had to keep nudging the hydraulic lever to reduce the depth of the plough. I was shit scared of getting stuck. I gave an extra pull on the hand-throttle and the engine note changed, and dark smoke shot out of the exhaust. I thought “I won’t get up the hill next time”. Sure enough the tractor was spinning more. It was digging in further, which meant that the plough was tending to go in deeper, and making it harder to pull. Easing the plough out meant I was barely ploughing at all, just making a mess. The tractor came to a halt, wheels spinning deeper and deeper. I backed up a little and tried again but I was STUCK. My dick was black with engorged blood and my crotch was jerking around out of control. I tried to lift the plough out but nothing happened: I realised that it was at the top of its movement. The tractor had bogged down to the axles. I got off with my heart pounding and my wellingtons sank into the wet soil. The tractor back wheel was slicked up almost into a disc, half buried. I got back on and put the tractor in gear again and set the hand throttle. I lifted the clutch and let it slug away uselessly in the mud. Then I got off and whipped out my raging hard-on and shot load after load all over the big tractor wheel as it turned, still stuck and going nowhere.
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Story built on memories and exeriences of more than one occasion. Shot another load over a pair of wellingtons whilst writing it.
