After working three summers for the Eyrdale ranch, Danielle had no clue that her boss had been waiting for the day that she would be of age. Dannie knew that Clayton's marriage wasn't good, but she never would have guessed that he was ready to cast off his promise for her touch. They were working on cleaning out pens in the calving barn when a thunderstorm blossomed on the horizon. The blare of a weather warning interrupted the background music that kept them working diligently. "High winds, hail, and the possibility of a tornado" came the automated voice. "Well, Dannie, I think we better wrap this up and head for the house. What do you think?" Her boss, Clayton, leaned against the handle of the manure fork as he waited for her answer.
"I think you're right, Clay. Besides, I'm pretty sure we're out of water." The sweat glistened off of Clayton's bare chest, and as Dannie watched a rivulet ran down the crevice between his chiseled pecs and worked it's way to the waistband of his jeans. Without thinking she wanted to follow the moisture's trail with her tongue. She quickly turned away, pretending to check the water jug they had brought with them to the barn.
Clayton smiled, he'd seen the way that her eyes had travelled down his body. He knew that she was innocent because of the way that her cheeks had flushed a bright red before she turned away. He was afraid that someone else might have known her intimately before he could get the chance. The thought of another man, or boy, with their hands on her made him angry. He'd watched her blossom from a scrawny teenage tomboy into the shapely woman that was now bent over in front of him. He had battled to get any work done that afternoon as thoughts of tossing her into a straw pile, tearing her clothes off, and burying his face in her pussy was all he could think about. Thinking about it again made his cock swell against the fly of his jeans. The dirty little bastard in his pants didn't care about being married, that she was almost twenty years younger, or that they were surrounded by the smell of cows. The only thing his cock wanted was to bury itself deep within the slickened core of Dannie's pussy.
She managed to drag his mind out of the gutter, "Hey! You ready to go?" She wondered where his mind had been, and was hard pressed not to stare at the enormous bulge in his pants. As her eyes darted back to his she was reminded of a wolf she'd seen at the zoo; all predator. Dannie was pretty sure that she was the prey he had in mind, and a shiver of pleasure shot down her spine. She might have been a virgin, but she knew what happened between a man and a woman; thanks to her eighteenth birthday party.
Her friends thought that it would be funny to show the virgin a fuck film. At first she had been embarrassed, but after a few minutes she became curious. Being brought up in a strict Catholic household meant that no one ever talked about sex, and then to suddenly be shown non-stop cocks, pussies, and fucking was shocking. She hadn't asked them any questions because she didn't want to be made fun of by her peers so she had waited until the next day when she went to work. She had hit Clayton with a barrage of questions about what she had seen, and he'd answered every one of them with patience. For her it was strange because her boss was the best friend she had. He never made fun of her, admonished her for having an opinion, and encouraged her to try new things. Up until the last month she'd always considered him just a friend, but after their talk she'd started imagining him doing to her what she'd seen in that video.
As they left the barn Clayton said to her, "Penny for your thoughts, Dannie."
"I'm pretty ashamed of them right now, Clay. I was thinking about that movie again."
"Really. Tell me what part." He gave her a sideways glance as they walked side by side to the house while part of him held his breath to hear her talk about the guy eating out the woman's pussy.
"I was thinking about the part where the guy had his head buried between the girl's legs. I want to know how that feels, someday. God, I hope that the guy I meet has more experience than I do. I don't want a virgin, it's bad enough that I'm one." Clayton could hear the frustration in her voice, and he wanted, badly, to tell her that he was going to be her first. He just kept his mouth shut and let her talk. He'd seen the signs that she had begun to notice him more, but the last thing that he wanted was to scare her off. "You know what I mean, Clay? I don't want somebody fumbling around making a mess of everything. It'll be bad enough when I'm trying to return the favor and give him a blowjob. I'd be the one trying to act sexy as I trip and fall; I can see it now. He'll laugh at me for being a klutz, and the whole thing will wind up being a disaster. Listen to me, babbling away here. You got any thoughts, Clayton?"
The time for talk was over. The minute that she had said the word blowjob he thought his cock was going to explode. He grabbed her by the arm and spun her to face him. He looked deep in her eyes right before he locked his mouth with hers. His tongue traced her lips in a slow motion as he waited for her lips to part. It wasn't long before the water jug dropped from her grasp, her hips pressed against his, and she opened up to the onslaught of his mouth. She was a willing pupil as she followed his lead with her own tongue. She felt his hands on either side of her face as he pressed for more of her mouth. Dannie opened up willingly, melting into his body with her own. They probably would have dropped to the gravel if not for the crack of thunder overhead. It broke them apart just as fat rain drops started falling heavily from the sky.
They broke and ran for the house, but in the short hundred or so yards their clothes were completely soaked. As they busted through the front door, Clayton gave her a small push as he turned and locked the front door. She moved through the porch into the kitchen, and her lust turned into embarrassment as she realized the last time she had been in here Clayton's wife had called her a whore. She turned to him, and Clayton watched her features turn into a mask of uncertainty. "No. Don't Dannie. She's not coming back, I filed for divorce the day you turned eighteen. I've wanted you for a long time, and I'm not going to let a memory of her spoil that for us. I'm going to show you how much more you are to me than she ever was."
He strode towards her with certainty and they reassumed the embrace they had been in. He rained kisses across her face as he grabbed the front of her t-shirt. With one hand he reached in his pocket and grabbed his knife while the other held the shirt away from her sweet, smooth skin. Clayton ran the blade through the material just enough so that his hands could tear it away. Rrrrrrrippppp! The cotton material was in a crumpled heap on the linoleum. "I hate these damn things," he growled as he pulled at her bra. Again the knife slipped in, between her skin and the material. She didn't care that it was ruined as he slid the cups out of the way and ran his calloused hands over her ample, creamy double D's. His tongue assaulted her mouth as his thumbs flicked across her young pink nipples. Each time his thumb made contact an electric shock went through her clit. She'd masturbated before, but this was nothing like masturbation. He was giving her new and exciting sensations, and as he continued to tease her she thought she was going to lose her mind. He'd slowed everything to a snail's pace, and all she could think of was how it was going to feel having him thrust inside of her; stretching her virgin pussy to accommodate his throbbing cock.
