Chapter 2

Sally began, by telling me about her childhood. Her family lived in a small farming community. There were two schools: an elementary (K through 6) and a high school for grades 7 through 12. Sally had been raised in a very strict home, where the girls were chaperoned everywhere they went. Up to the time she was seventeen, the only sex experimentation she had indulged in, was when her older sister, who slept with her, taught her how to finger each other to orgasm. This incident lit a fire between her legs, and Sally discovered she was very highly sexed, but there was no release. She even considered seducing her brothers, who were the girls’ constant companions, but until the beginning of the summer, she was never alone with one of them long enough to get the job done. She had coaxed one into putting his hand down her panties and she had felt his dick, but they never had enough privacy to complete the act. She was frustrated beyond measure.

Her older sister, Anne, married one of the local boys and, after a short “honeymoon”, discussed married life with Sally. Her sister was quite disappointed. On their wedding night, her husband had been a little drunk and he just mounted roughly, between her legs, and rammed it in, not caring if she were a virgin or not. It had been a painful experience for Sally’s sister, and she had avoided a repeat performance as often as she could. Sally had had thoughts of getting Anne to let her stay over and, after the lights went out, change places with her sister, so she could have a cock stuffed up her twat. The way Anne told it, though, Sally had second thoughts. She just had to be contented with nightly, or more often, masturbation. It by no means assuaged the heat of her loins.

The summer of her eighteenth year, just before school let out, was a turning point in her sex life. It began, when she met a young man, who was a cousin of one of her girlfriends. He had come to work that summer on the girlfriend’s farm. He was a handsome man and Sally was told by her friend, Ruth, that he took pleasure in making love in a prolonged manner. Her friend had first-hand knowledge of her cousin. Ruth was fifteen when she went to help out at one of her aunt’s, while the aunt had a baby. This particular cousin had entertained her in the hayloft. She was a virgin, but he had taken such care to prepare her for the first penetration, that there had been nothing but pleasure. He had fucked her a dozen times while she was there, and she never regretted a single time.

Now he was at her farm, and he had learned quite a bit more about making love. Sally was dripping wet by the time Ruth had finished telling her these things. Sally decided that the time had come. She had had Ruth stay with her a couple of times and Sally had been allowed to go over to Ruth’s home. So, Sally talked Ruth into inviting her for an overnight stay. Sally’s parents gave permission but made her solemnly promise that she would not leave the farm. Sally had never made a promise with such fervency before.

That night, at Ruth’s family dinner table, Sally was introduced to the cousin. Sam was his name, and he was a tall, lanky young man with a deep tan. He nodded to her when they were introduced, and Sally could feel his eyes undress her. She was a healthy teenager, with well-developed tits and the swelling hips of the nubile country lass that she was. When Sam looked at her, she felt the lubrication run out of her pussy.

After dinner there were still chores to be done, so Sally followed Ruth out to the hen house and barn, on the pretext of helping. In the barn she encountered Sam. He had gone there to pitch hay out of the loft for the cattle. Sally could not resist the temptation of climbing to the loft. He greeted her and helped her up into the hay. Her dress had hiked up to reveal a good portion of her thigh, but Sally made no attempt to pull it down. He sat down beside her and made small talk. Sally found out that Sam was Twenty-two and he worked summers at whichever family farm could use him. During the rest of the year, he went to college. He was working toward a degree in Business Administration. Although his roots were in farming, he wanted to get away from it and make a better life for himself.

Sitting there, beside Sam, Sally heard all these things, but all she could think about was having him kneeling over her and putting his cock right where she was the hottest. Sam was not backward in the least. As though reading her mind, he leaned over and kissed her. This was her first kiss from anyone but a family member. He also placed his work-roughened hand on her bare thigh. It sent an electric shock straight to her cunt and it started to throb. He continued to kiss her, showing her how to French kiss. At the same time, his hand inched its way up under her dress until it came to her simple cotton panties. She began to moan and squirm, as he worked his middle finger under the leg band of her panties. They were not new, so they fit rather loosely. He touched her pussy lips and caressed them. Sally thought she was going to faint, it felt so good. Sam parted her, by-now-swollen, lips and began inserting his middle finger into her cunt. His finger managed to reach an inch into Sally’s snatch before he came up against her hymen. She was going crazy. She began rocking back and forth on his finger, trying to get it to enter her more. Her breathing was labored, and she was sucking on his tongue, his mouth, his chin, anything.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone climbing the ladder to the loft. Sam jerked his hand out of Sally’s panties, and she smoothed her dress down. He moved at least fifteen feet away from her and they resumed small talk, in a low voice, so it would seem natural not to have been heard from the bottom of the ladder. A few seconds later, Ruth stuck her head above the top of the ladder. She had a sly grin on her face.

“Whatcha doin’?” she smirked.

Climbing into the loft, she said she told her parents, she and Sally were going into the south pasture to help Sam with the flood gates for the irrigation ditches. Sam remarked he didn’t need any help, but Ruth said she had just said it to give them an excuse to be gone from the house. The rest of the family had settled down to their normal night in front of the television. They were not as strict about their daughter’s whereabouts, and it would take a bomb to get them away from the television.

Sally had been ready to strangle Ruth when she first appeared in the loft, but with this latest news, Sally could have kissed her instead. Trying to give Ruth the high sign to leave, Sally realized Ruth was having none of it. Finally, Ruth broke the tension by telling them she knew Sally wanted to get screwed, and she suspected Sam had already started on the job, adding that she and Sam had no secrets from one another, and she and Sally had none she was aware of. Things loosened up a bit, with Sam telling Ruth he and Sally had been getting acquainted, adding that things would have to slow down now, though, because he had discovered Sally was a virgin. It bothered Sally at first, that she was thought of as different, but it didn’t take long for her to feel more at ease.

Sam said he was hotter than a pistol, from feeling Sally’s pussy and kissing her, and was afraid he would shoot off as soon as he touched her pussy, which would ruin it for Sally. Ruth offered a solution. She was feeling randy and would be willing to take some of the pressure off Sam. At the same time, Sally could get a first-hand look at what screwing was all about. Everyone agreed, but Sally was feeling a little left out, until Sam suggested that while he was fucking Ruth, she could be playing with Sally. This would help Sally get prepared.

Sally and Ruth had played with each other a number of times, so this wasn’t new to them. They all undressed, Sally lagging behind the others because she had never been with a man before, especially nude. Ruth lay down on the hay and Sally was told to lie next to her, but inverted so that she could watch the action and Ruth would have access to her pussy. Sam got between Ruth’s thighs and slowly stuck his prick into Ruth’s cunt. Sally was mesmerized by the sight of a man’s cock entering a snatch. She had tried, for months, to visualize it. Now she was actually seeing it and pretty soon she would experience the same thing.

Enjoying the movement of Ruth’s fingers around her snatch, she could feel herself building up to a climax. After Sam figured Sally had had a good look at the penetration, he started to stroke his prick in and out of Ruth. With the action Ruth was receiving, she reciprocated by giving Sally a wild clit massage. Sally came first. It took about five more minutes before Sam and Ruth came. Sam pulled out of Ruth and all three lay side by side on the hay. Sally was curious, so she put her hand between Ruth’s legs and took a sample of the cum oozing out. Giving it a tentative lick with her tongue, she was not curious about the taste of Ruth’s pussy, but she was curious about the taste of a man’s come. It tasted much like a woman, except a little thicker and creamier. Sally decided she could probably learn to like the taste. She crawled over Ruth, so she could get to Sam. She inspected his still-hard penis. It was still shiny from the combined juices of he and Ruth. Sally grasped it and gave it a squeeze. She felt like she were graduating tonight, she had learned so much.