Sex on the farm
I had know form an early age, ten, that I was oversexed. Living on a farm, I saw livestock mating and it always got me aroused. Especially, the Quarter-horse stud who serviced all our mares. My parents were hesitant to let me watch the horses mating so I would hide in the hay loft to watch the sex acts. The stud’s penis was gigantic and I would rub my pussy (even before I knew what it was called) as I watched the show below. A horse farm has many places to hide and I used all of them to do my masturbating. I knew it was wrong because my mother had yelled at me when she walked in to my bathroom one night while I was in the tub and rubbing like mad. From that point on, I did my stroking in private.
Often, I would visualize the horses mating to help get myself aroused. Things got much better when I was twelve and had my first orgasm. I had felt funny all day and went down into the woods behind the north pasture. I thought of the most recent mating when a neighbor brought his mare over to be serviced by our stud. She was already in heat when they took her out of the trailer. Our stud caught a whiff of her arousal and almost went crazy. Fortunately, my father had tied him securely in his stall. When they put the mare in with him and my father released the tie rope, the stud mounted her like he was a wild mustang. I could see his stall from my perch in the hayloft and saw the entire show.
So when I went to the woods on that warm day, I remembered seeing our stud fuck the mare for all he was worth. I went to my favorite hiding place (I had carried a large piece of pasteboard down there to give myself a place to lie down under the trees without getting into the grass and stickers. I slipped off my cotton panties and removed my sun dress to give my fingers unobstructed access to my pussy. Beside that, I just liked being naked. I lay back and visualized the stud and mare. My fingers rubbed my labia and soon went in to stroke my clit. The more I saw the horses in my mind’s eye, the more aroused I became. Suddenly, I felt funny. More excited than I ever had been before. It was wonderful. Then, I felt my first orgasm blossoming. I couldn’t stop. It was the loveliest feeling I had ever experienced. I had heard the girls at school talk about orgasms and read about them in sex books that my friends loaned me but I had never experienced one before. Now I was one of the chosen. I could cum.
I waited until the euphoria subsided and started rubbing again. I wanted to feel that rush of excitement again. This time I monitored my feelings and soon recognized the intense feeling in my pussy just before I came. I kept score and masturbated five times that day (and had orgasms every time). After all those orgasms, I was exhausted and trudged back to the house and lay down. The next day, I went back again and almost wore my poor pussy out. After several days of multiple orgasms, the newness of the experience wore off and I only masturbated several times a week instead of several times a day.
The following summer, my fourteen year old male cousin from town came to spend the summer with us while his parents went to Europe. My parents wanted me to make him feel welcome. I did not dare tell him about my secret hiding place and what I did there. But there was a tension between us. He skirted the subject of sex for the first few weeks. Then, one day in the woods, he told me that he had had sex with a girl in his school under the seats in the gym when no one was around. I decided to show him my secret place with the cardboard bed. We soon arrived at the secret place.
“Did you use a condom? I asked.
He looked smug and said, “Of course, I always have one or two with me in a secret place in my wallet.”
“You mean you have some in your pocket right now?” I am sure my eagerness was too obvious.
“He looked at me closely and asked, “You want to get laid? Is that what you are saying? Have you even been fucked?”
I was shocked at what I had said and what he had said. But I didn’t want to look like a baby. So I recalled some of the language from my borrowed books and said, “Sure. Do you want some pussy?”
Now he appeared shocked. But he soon recovered and said he was ready if I was. I asked him to show me his penis. He laughed and said, “It is called a cock or a dick.”
That pissed me off and I said, “Okay, smart guy. Show me your dick.”
He unzipped his jeans and slid them down to his knees. He proudly waved his small “dick” around. I almost laughed out loud. Here I had been expecting to see one like my horse and he proudly flaunts that thimble sized thing around. But as he fondled it and I watched, it grew larger. So I wasn’t too disappointed. Besides, if I was going to let him put it in me, it would be better if it was smaller.
He looked at me and said, “I’m waiting to see your pussy.”
I had gone past the point of no return and besides I couldn’t wait to see what being fucked would feel like. I shucked off my sun-dress and panties (Keeping my tennis shoes on).
He looked at me closely and said, “Not bad.”
I was pissed off again and said, “Do you want to get laid or not?”
He backed up and said, “I’m sorry. Actually you look great. Much better than the girl at school. At least you have the beginnings of tits. She didn’t have even a bump.”
I accepted his apology. After all, when would I get another chance to have sex?
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Well, she sucked me and I licked her to begin with.”
I thought okay, if that is the expected drill, why not. He finished undressing and lay down on the pasteboard. He spread his legs and his “dick” now pointed straight up. He raised himself up on his elbows to watch. I remember thinking that maybe he wasn’t so small after all. I lay down between his legs and took his dick in my mouth. I expected it to gag me or at least to repel me. But I found myself becoming very aroused. After I had sucked him for a few minutes, he said now it was my turn. He had me lie down on my back. I raised up on my elbows to watch as he had done and saw him lie down between my legs and begin kissing my thighs. Boy, I thought. Where has this been all my life? But soon he had moved north to my pussy and began licking my labia. I remember thinking that this is as good as it gets. I was really getting into it and moaning like crazy when he stopped, dug into his jeans for his wallet, took out a condom and slipped it on.
“I use the lubricated so it won’t hurt when I put it in.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
I lay back as he moved between my legs and began struggling to get it in. “Are you sure somebody has fucked you before?”
“Sure,” I said, not mentioning that it had been me exclusively.
Soon he got the head in and I began to feel tightness. But I remember thinking how wonderful if felt. Almost as good as when he licked me. More and more he penetrated me and finally reached my hymen. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain and tried to get him to stop but he ignored me. The pain subsided and shortly it felt wonderful again. He began to thrust deeper and deeper. I could feel myself getting very aroused and knew I was going to have my first orgasm with a dick inside me. He kept hunching and I exploded with the best orgasm I had ever had. Seconds later, he speeded up and moaned very loudly. We collapsed together. It felt wonderful to have him on top of me with his small dick inside me. I didn’t want it to end. I was ready to go on. But he quickly pulled out, stripped off the condom, and threw it in the grass. He quickly got dressed and looked at me. “You told me you had been fucked before. You hadn’t. You were a virgin.” He hesitated. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?’
I shrugged. “You go on back to the house. I want to rest here awhile.”
“Okay,” he said and took off.
When he was out of sight I thought about what we had done and got aroused again. I started fingering myself and realized that I had been bleeding. Then I recalled what the books said about the first time. But I just remember being glad that I was no longer a virgin and had severl more orgams by myself.