Where it happened: Hay Loft on Farm
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Everything I know about sex I owe to Jennifer (I call her Jennie). Her Father and my Father were first cousins — so I guess that made us second cousins — and she lived on a farm near Cass City, which is in Michigan’s “Thumb Area.”
Back in 1992, when I was 16, my Dad thought it would be a good idea for me to get some work experience. We lived in Detroit, so I was pretty much a city boy and didn’t really have much of an opportunity to do manual labor. I peddled papers, but that was about all. So I was sent to his cousin Jim’s farm, where Jennie lived. I had met her once or twice before, when we were a lot younger. She was a year older than I was, and when I saw her, upon my arrival, she had grown into a pretty young lady of 17. She was around 5’10”, slim, but had those womanly protrusions in all the right places, if you know what I mean. She very nicely tanned legs and arms (as was the rest of her body, I was soon to find out), and — she had a very nice looking face covered with freckles. I was attracted to her right away.
Jennie and I worked together a lot that Summer, and while we worked she talked a lot. She talked especially a lot about sex.And she wondered what I knew about it — which was next to nothing. I obviously knew I had a penis, which got hard quite a bit, especially at night or in the early morning, and I knew that if I massaged it nicely with my fingers and hands, it would eject all this musty smelling white stuff, making my whole body feel good, but I really was very naive about all the details.
Jennie told me had read this book, “The Joy of Sex” in the library. The original had been written by a British author, back in 1972, which contained all kinds of illustrations of a man and a woman having sex, and color photos of Japanese and Indian people having sex. She said the author said it was really fun. She had also read, from cover to cover, an updated version of the book, which had been published in 1991, and had actual photographs of young people having sex. It all sounded very interesting to me, and just from having her describe it to me, I got real hard erections.
One day, she said she wanted to show me some of the things she had read, and on a Saturday afternoon, led me up to the hayloft in their big barn. She said we’d have to take all our clothes off and get completely naked to do it right, which sounded good to me — and so we did. My God, did Jennie ever look beautiful! All she had on underneath her jeans, was a pair of very tiny panties and when she took off her shirt, she had no bra on, so I could see her beautiful bare breasts! They weren’t real big, or saggy, but just a very nice size, like a couple of ripe peaches — nice and firm — and her nipples stood out nice and perky-like. And her whole body was nice and tan like her arms and legs and face.Between her legs, there was this small thin layer of black hair, above the opening between her legs.
Of course I got a real hard-on just looking at her. She told me that I had a much larger penis than average. She had read where the average size was 6″, but, while we didn’t measure it,it seemed to be a couple inches longer than that. Anyway, Jennie proceeded to tell me a lot of what she had read, pointing out her vagina and her clitoris, and also told me about the hymen, which supposedly was a very thin membrane inside her vagina, which indicated whether a girl was a virgin or not. She explained that when a boy placed his erect penis in a girl and penetrated her hymen, she was no longer a virgin, and neither was he. These were all new terms to me, but I listened very carefully, because I wanted to learn all I could, and Jennie sounded like she knew a lot.
The first thing Jennie taught me to do was to French kiss. I knew people kissed, but never actually knew that they actually put their tongues inside each other’s mouths. That felt real good, and really stimulated my penis. It got really hard, and then when Jennie started fondling it with her hand, I nearly came in her hand — but she kept telling me to “hold it.” “Keep holding it in,” she said, “until the right time.” And I managed to do it. She taught me not only how o French kiss, but also how to slowly go down to her breasts and the rest of her body, and kiss her all over, until I got down to her vagina– and then she told me how to lick and pleasure her there with my tongue. I was going absolutely crazy!!
Finally, she said we were actually going to FUCK! I had heard that term, obviously, but I had never heard a girl say it out loud — and she said it so matter-of-factly. “Now I want you to gently push your penis inside me — but go slowly — because you’ll hit my hymen and I think it’s going to hurt when you break through it.” And she was right. I did come to that barrier. It felt kind of rubbery or elastic, but I kept pushing, and Jennie let out a little yelp, and she said, “Now you’re through — so you can keep going as deep as you want, and it will feel good for both of us.” And it did.
I kept pushing and pushing, and she kept pushing up against me, and she was right, it felt wonderful. “Does it feel good for you,” I asked Jennie, “because it sure feels great for me.” “I love it! I love it!” she said. “Keep fucking me, I just love it.”
We must have fucked for 20 or 30 minutes in that hay before I actually began releasing all my semen — in several great spurts that made me shivver all over. Jennie had told me that the semen could actually make babies, too, if it “hit just right,” but she didn’t think it could happen the first time you did it. The book had not said much about that, she said. After it was over, we just laid there for awhile, and then she showed me how my hard-on could “be revived” if she actually took it in her mouth and sucked on it awhile. And sure enough it came to life again!! And this time, Jennie got on top, and told me that she could get a much more intense “orgasm” because I could get even deeper into her that way. So then she proceeded to do all the work and I just laid back and enjoyed looking at her beautiful body, with those bare breasts going slightly up and down and I “came” several more times, even more intensely than before.
After that first afternoon, we went in for supper, but we had many more sessions that Summer, up in that hayloft. We made love to each other in every way she could remember– and I became an accomplished lover at age 16. She was a wonderful teacher at age 17.
There’s a lot more to the story, but I should tell you that when I was 21 and she was 22 we wanted to get married. Our parents were a little surprised and had some concerns, because of our relationship, but we checked it out, and there was no law against it. We had been having sex whenever we got to see each other, over the next 5 years, unbeknown to our parents, but I guess they eventually figured out what was going on, and they gave their consent. During that time, we did use protection, so we didn’t have make any babies, but now, we have three children — and we never use anything. We have our own copy of “The Joy of Sex” now and try to use every technique it describes. The authors are absolutely right:Sex is lots of fun –in fact, it’s the best thing God every invented.And we believe He means for us to enjoy it.
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