In The Barn With Brad - Sex Stories

In The Barn With Brad

... shorts. As he slides them down my legs, he brushes his lips lightly over the soft hair that has so recently sprouted between my thighs. His warm breath causes little shivers to go all through me. My clothes and underwear swiftly join Brad’s in a little discarded heap on the floor. He runs his fingers lightly up my leg, tangling them among the short curls, then runs them along my slit. Tiny electric shocks surge through me, weakening my knees and almost causing me to collapse. Brad notices and guides me over to a bale of hay where he seats me. The hay prickles a bit on my bare bottom, but I don’t care right now. Brad’s fingers have continued their lazy exploration of my private regions, slipping between my tender lips and even probing inside me. His mouth is no less busy, having closed over one of my nipples. He nibbles gently, sucking on the tiny peak. I moan, dizzy with strange, intoxicating feelings. I had never thought anything could feel so good! Sure, I had often explored my own body while I lay in the bathtub, but it hadn’t felt nearly the same. I wonder briefly why it should feel so different when Brad touches me in those secret places than when I touch myself there. Then, all questions are driven from my mind as he raises his mouth to meet my own. I have never been kissed before, not by a boy. Kisses from my father and uncles don’t count. This is completely different from those other kisses, anyway. It is longer, hotter, and deeper. Brad’s tongue flicks lightly ...

... against my lips, and instinctively I part them. He probes my mouth, sliding his tongue past my lips and joining it in a sensuous dance with my own tongue. I follow his lead and taste his sweet breath, the smooth hardness of his teeth and the softness of his lips. His hands are firm against my shoulders now as he draws me down to the floor. The hay is soft and deep here, though it tickles slightly. It makes a fine nest for us. Brad slowly runs his hands down my body, leaving tiny trails of goosebumps behind. I am breathing just as hard as he is now, and I know that I want something – I’m not sure exactly what – very badly. There is a deep, sweet ache inside me, yearning to be filled, and I know somehow that Brad will be able to fill it. At last his hands reach my thighs, and very gently he draws them apart. He kneels between my legs for a moment, then stretches out on top of me. For a moment his weight forces the breath from my body, but then I become accustomed to it and he no longer seems heavy. His hands fumble between my legs. At first I am perplexed, but then I realize his intent as I feel the head of his penis, hard and hot, pressing against the entrance to my privates. It seems so big! There is no way it could fit, but still he presses against me. He withdraws one hand and I see some slippery fluid glistening on his fingertips, but it is only when he raises his hand to his lips and licks it off that I realize that it is my own. He grips my thighs lightly, spreading them ...