Hayloft

Summer was underway, I had just finished my studies and was already thinking about how I would spend the summer. My search for a summer job ended in failure because the town was small. So, I had to accept my parents' offer to go to the village—there was fishing, hunting, and it wouldn't hurt to help my grandparents. Reluctantly, I packed up and went. Upon arrival, my grandfather met me. He was happy about my visit because he had bought a new boat, fishing rods, and was keen to go fishing with me. On the way home, I started asking about how things were with the female population in the village, to which I got a joking answer that they'd all either gotten married or left. After sitting at the table with moonshine in the evening,

I suddenly felt exhausted and went to sleep.

By evening, I decided to go for a swim since the bathhouse was only heated twice a week. When I got to the river, I found it empty because everyone had already gone home. I swam for about 10 minutes when two silhouettes appeared on the horizon, which turned out to be these two girls. They started undressing slowly for a swim while chatting sweetly. Apparently, they didn't see me, as I was watching the scene with delight in silence. Just the thought of touching those breasts made my dick stand rock-hard, forcing me to turn around and start swimming until I calmed down, but it just wouldn't settle. After a while, I swam over to them and decided to introduce myself. The girls turned out to be very pleasant to talk to; by the way, the local one was named Vera. And just as they were about to head home, Vera decided to wash her hands in the river, and then she bent over.

I saw two stunning melons dangling over the water—she had taken off her swimsuit to avoid getting her T-shirt wet—and I was in ecstasy from the sight. After swimming, the three of us walked together, and I learned more and more about them. Well, then we went our separate ways home. A week flew by; we still met every evening at the river and talked for hours. Naturally, I wanted some alone time, but her friend was always around. And then one night, I couldn't sleep; I kept thinking about Vera, about her beautiful body. Of course, to relieve the boner, I jerked off periodically, but it was useless—it still stood at attention. And then I couldn't take it anymore. I went to her house and gently woke her up, using the excuse of going out for a walk with me since I couldn't sleep. Naturally, she wasn't thrilled because she was terribly sleepy. After about an hour, she was already fighting sleep and chatting sweetly with me. Our conversation gradually became more personal. To my delight, she didn't have a boyfriend, and that was the last thing holding me back. At the end of our walk, I confessed that I was crazy about her, to which she responded with a tender kiss.

We agreed to meet the next night so her friend wouldn't interfere. And so, night again, the moon shining again, and I'm already running to Vera's house. She met me in a light summer sundress, and we went for a walk. We didn't walk for long before she led me to her favorite childhood spot—a hayloft with a leaky old roof through which moonlight streamed. Lying on the soft hay, I gently placed my hand on her leg, slowly sliding higher and higher. Vera clearly understood where things were heading, so she stopped my hand and moved it to her chest. Oh yes, she wasn't wearing a bra; I could feel her soft, warm breasts—they were like clouds. Naturally, my dick didn't wait long and was rock-hard within seconds. I kneaded her tits, and she liked it because her breathing became rapid. After that, I pulled down her sundress, and those two huge joys fell out; I greedily caressed one nipple, then the other—they were hard as if hit by frost. Then I gently kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe, covered her body with kisses until I reached her panties.

I slowly removed her panties and saw a young, unshaven pussy. As it turned out, she was innocent, and I was her first boyfriend. But I didn't care about the bush; it actually turned me on even more. I completely removed her panties and gently started kissing her legs, getting closer to her innocence. Reaching her pussy, I tenderly began massaging her clit, making her shudder and start moaning softly. Then, without stopping the massage, I kissed her clit and began calmly licking her hairy pussy, gradually increasing the pace. She couldn't hold back and was now moaning loudly with pleasure, and soon she had a clitoral orgasm. After catching her breath a bit, she offered to give me a blowjob, which I eagerly agreed to. Her blowjob technique wasn't great, but for a first time, she did pretty well. Of course, it didn't last long, and we moved on to the main event. Before entering her, I ran my tongue over her pussy again, feeling an abundant release of lubrication, and I knew she was ready.

Slowly, I brought my dick to her vagina, rubbed it up and down over her clit a few times, and slowly entered her. She cried out softly in pain, and I calmed her with a kiss, stopping inside. After the kiss, I started rhythmic movements, which made her relax, and she lay there getting full satisfaction from the sex. Changing positions, we had sex for about an hour and a half. Vera managed to experience orgasm three times. After finishing, we lay naked and embraced on the hay; I stroked her pussy while she just lay there and quietly fell asleep. And so it happened—we both fell asleep in the hayloft, naked and so happy. Coming home in the morning, I thought for a long time about what to do next because I couldn't live without her. And now, more than ten years later, I finally proposed to her; we have two wonderful children, and we still come to the village in the summer and go to our favorite spot, where we have amazing sex all night long.