She was nineteen and I was twenty when it finally happened out in the old hay barn. We’d been circling each other for months, stealing kisses behind the tractor and rubbing through clothes until we were both shaking. That afternoon the rain hit hard and we ducked inside. The loft was warm, full of sweet dry grass, and the only light came from a crack in the roof.
“Fuck, I want you,” she said straight out, voice low and shaky. Her overalls were already half unbuttoned. I could see the swell of her tits pushing against the thin tank underneath. No bra. Nipples hard.
I yanked my shirt off and stepped in close, grabbing her hips. “You sure? First time for both of us. No taking it back.”
She answered by shoving her hand down my jeans and wrapping her fingers around my cock. “Shut up and fuck me.”
We dropped into the loose hay. It scratched our skin but neither of us cared. I pulled her overalls the rest of the way down and found her panties already soaked. I rubbed her through the cotton, feeling the wet heat. She moaned and spread her legs wider, hips lifting.
“Take them off,” she ordered.
I stripped her panties and stared at her bare pussy, pink and glistening, a little patch of trimmed hair above it. My first real look at one. I dragged two fingers through her folds, spread her open, and pushed one finger inside. Tight. So fucking tight. She gasped and clenched around me.
“More,” she panted.
I added a second finger and started pumping, thumb circling her clit the way she’d shown me once before. Her juices coated my hand. She reached for my cock again, stroking it hard and fast, thumb smearing the precum over the head.
“I need this in me,” she said. “Right now.”
I kicked my jeans off and climbed between her thighs. My cock looked huge against her small opening. I rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times, coating myself in her wetness. Then I pushed.
The head popped in and she cried out. I froze.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed. “Keep going.”
I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was burning hot and so tight it almost hurt. When I was all the way in I had to stop again or I would’ve come immediately. We stayed like that, breathing hard, hay sticking to our sweaty skin.
“Move,” she said.
I pulled back and thrust in again. The sound was obscene—wet, slick, skin slapping. She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her heels into my ass, urging me faster.
I fucked her with short, hard strokes at first, then longer ones, bottoming out each time. Her tits bounced under the tank top. I shoved the fabric up and sucked one nipple into my mouth while I pounded her.
She came fast, sudden and loud, pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars. I kept fucking her through it, making her shake and curse. When she went limp I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and hauled her hips up. Doggy in the hay. I slammed back in from behind and she moaned into the pile of grass.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I gripped her hips and gave her everything, balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The barn filled with the sound of us—grunts, wet squelching, hay rustling. I reached under and rubbed her clit again. She came a second time, screaming my name, and that was it for me. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her pulsing cunt.
We stayed locked together, panting, cum leaking out around my cock and dripping into the hay. I eased out and watched it trickle down her thighs. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and showed me the mess.
“Again,” she said, reaching for me. “We’ve got all afternoon.”
We went three more rounds before the rain stopped. By the time we climbed down from the loft we were covered in hay, sweat, and each other’s cum. First time never felt so good.
