Where it happened: The Barn Loft
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I remember the date vividly. It was Monday, 18 July 1977. There was a storm coming that much was certain. You could almost smell the rain in the air. I did love the rain, and though I was quite naive about sex, the sound of the rain hitting against the roof when it fell, always made me incredibly horny. In fact it still does. The Barn Loft was my absolute favourite place to be when it rained, nestled safely amongst the neatly stacked hay bales still left over from last year’s harvest, with my wool blanket. My sundress, which I had made myself, was the only modesty I had on. Being barely 13 years old, I knew all the boys at school liked the budding bumps I had on my chest and probably had equally naughty thoughts if I had started my own crop of breeding grass. But being the only girl with 9 older brothers, none of them ever asked me out.
My dad and my brothers had been so busy the whole day with our herd that no one even noticed I’d been sitting in the hay loft with my tablet and pencil. Mom knew where I was, but she’d been busy making sure all the men folk were fed proper, to even notice my empty dinner plate was still on the table. The wind had started to come up when the rain finally arrived. At first in a sprinkle, barely able to stop the dust that was blowing in the open loft door, but it soon changed to the steady pelting of rain drops that drew my attention finally away from my incessant scribbling. The sound, along with the dampness in the air, had me so horny while my fingers slipped into the soft folds of skin below my navel. I never even noticed someone closing the loft door until the sound of it banging shut and someone setting the chain startled me. He was drop fucking dead gorgeous with muscles only a hard working farm boy could have. From the top of his crew cut hair to the soles of his boots, he was one tall drink of water to look at as the rain that had hit him, left his shirt pasted against his chest. He was every girl’s dream and every father’s nightmare.
“Laura? You in here?” he asked. I recognized his voice and I dam near peed myself. It was Jacob.
“Yea, I’m here.” I answered, barely able to say anything more as my eyes became glued to the man standing before me. It was then I realised things that were not supposed to be poking out, were clearly visible through the thin material of my sundress.
“Your mom sent me to come find you. She told me I would probably find you here.” Jacob mentioned. I noticed him staring at me, as what I had poking out was clearly having an effect upon him. In return I had something equally interesting to look at with the front of his cut off shorts starting to bulge. Neither of us said another word as the rain got heavier against the roof. Just the sound of the rain echoing inside the loft as my fingers nervously undid the buttons down the front of my sundress and it fell against my bare feet. He stepped out of his boots as he stepped towards me. My body wanted what he had to offer, and my bare skin was more than enough of an invitation for him to accept as his wet shirt joined my sundress. My nervousness seemed to betray me slightly as I fumbled with his zipper but how exactly I got his shorts off, to this day remains a complete mystery. It seems Jacob had his own hands busy with dam near all of me at the same time.
“Did mom really send you? Or did you volunteer?” I asked so very clearly. Seems my nervousness had left as quickly as it arrived, as Jacob palmed one of my butt cheeks and my own hands slid up his chest. He never did answer me as he planted my very first kiss on my lips. By the time my hands both reached his neck, I was kissing him right back and we didn’t stop for quite a while.
“Jacob… I’m a virgin.” I whispered in his ear.
“Not for long, Laura.” was his reply.
The sound of his voice and his statement made my mind scream at me to run away as quickly as I could, but my body didn’t want to leave the embrace he held me in. The rain continued to pound against the roof as he lifted me off my feet, and carried me to my wool blanket that seemed to be the only place I wanted to be other than in his arms. I tried and failed to stop kissing him as felt the wool blanket against my back. My body was winning the fight my mind was trying to as he claimed my virginity and quite frankly, I was eager to give it up. I never really stopped to notice how big he actually was until he was most definitely where he wanted his magnificent erection to be. It hurt a lot, but Mother Nature blindly let me do nothing more than lift my knees in order for me to hook my ankles together behind his back. The movement of his hips, and my own too, had me whimpering as he started moving. My ankles locked together lifted my hips off the blanket as he pulled back, only to push back into me as he came back down. At this point in time, there was the rain and the two of us moving against each other. Though I had absolutely no idea at the time, Jacob had me at my first orgasm in my life when he came to a complete stop. His organ was vibrating inside me, and knew exactly what that meant, but it was now too late to stop what he was filling me with.
“God, you have a tight little cunt.” He accused me.
“And you better not forget it, Jacob.” I accused him right back.
I unhooked my ankles and lay shaking underneath him. Jacob made love to me two more times before the rain stopped and he seemed quite please with himself at how he made me shiver and whimper with the amount of sperm I greedily accepted from him. Still completely naked we huddled under my blanket and I just could not stop kissing him. I fell asleep cuddled up against Jacob; his warm body next to me left me so content.
My dad found me curled up shortly after sunset, sound asleep in the loft, and Jacob was thankfully not with me or I’d have had a whole lot of explaining to do. To this day, I suspect my mom knew what had happened in the loft, but she never said anything. She always did like Jacob, and she never ever tried to keep the two of us apart. I am quite sure Jacob had more than one man to man conversation with my dad. Never once did he ever catch the two of us together, but we did have a few close calls with my brothers. Careful should have been my middle name, as we never used the same place twice, but my first time with Jacob in the barn loft, he was mine. Jacob made sure I was his four years later, when he put a wedding band on my finger and I gave him exactly what he wanted for the second time.
He definitely remembered and it’s been 34 years later what I gave to him in the barn loft. In return Jacob has given me seven strong healthy boys before he gave me not one but two girls, born twelve minutes apart.
Every once in a while I remind Jacob about the loft, and he has an erection faster than a lightning strike.
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