I've heard a lot of stories about farmers' daughters and from my own experience I suppose that most of them are true. I started foolin' around with boys early, but I was always worried about protectin' my reputation. We'd kiss and grope and I got really good at giving blow jobs, but I was never tempted into givin' one of the local farmboys my cherry. They moaned and whined and did their best to turn me on so bad that I'd have to give in, but I always knew that I had a little vibrator in a drawer at home and I never gave in.
My daddy's sister was a teacher and she married another teacher. They lived in a small city in New York but every summer they'd come and stay with us on the farm for a month or so. By the time they left Aunt Peggy would have remembered why she left the farm in the first place and she'd stop missin' it for awhile. They only had one kid, my cousin Wendell.
Wendell was three years older than me. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was cute enough. We'd spent a good deal of time being 'kissin' cousins' the summer before the one that I'm goin' to tell you about. So I was lookin' forward to Wendell coming back. I wasn't plannin' on giving him my cherry or anything, but since the last time we saw each other I'd learned to give head and I'd had my pussy eaten. I pictured Wendell and I spendin' a whole lot of time with our heads between each other's legs. The boys that I knew weren't real keen on eatin' pussy unless they thought they were gonna get a fuck out of it. I was hopin' that Wendell wouldn't be the same.
Well, Wendell ended up bringin' a friend with him that summer. As soon as I saw Brett I changed my mind about not loosin' my cherry. Standin' in the sun with black hair and tanned skin Brett looked as delicious as an apple pie. Especially standin' next to Cousin Wendell with his pale skin and light brown hair. We all passed hugs around, got introduced to Brett and started unloadin' the luggage from the car. The whole time I couldn't take my eyes off of Brett's body, my heart was beatin' fast and my pussy was mass producin' juice.
Well, I couldn't exactly attack him right there so I just had to bide my time. I kept my eyes and ears open and kept close to Brett and Wendell, talkin' to Wendell about old times. For dinner I changed into a short sundress, let my blonde hair down from it's ponytail and put on a little makeup, somethin' I usually didn't bother with around the farm. Mama gave me a few knowin' looks as I sat down to the dinner table, but I knew that she wouldn't say anythin'. She was a farmer's daughter too.
That night it seemed as if no one was ever goin' to go to bed. Everyone was a talkin' and tellin' stories 'til the small hours of the mornin' and the whole time I was just wishin' they'd all shut up and go to bed. Finally, people gave in to their yawns and hit the sack. I lay in my bed for a long while to give everyone time to fall 'sleep. Then I crept down the hallway to the room that Brett and Wendell were stayin' in. It was my older brother Chet's room. Chet was married and livin' on a farm of his own by then, but his old bunk beds were still in his old room. I'd listened to Brett and Wendell talkin' and I knew that they'd decided that Brett got the bottom bunk.
I listened at the door for a bit to make sure they were 'sleep and then I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door. The moon wasn't showin' much of herself that night so I couldn't see much. I tiptoed over to the bunkbeds and knelt down beside them. I poked my hand under the covers and started searchin' around for Brett's cock, my hands were just itchin' to feel it. It didn't take long for Brett to wake up but that was what I was waitin' for. I shushed him and he lay still, he knew a good thing when it crawled into his bed. My hand had found his cock and it was gettin' big and hard real fast as I stroked it through the boxer shorts that he was wearin'.
I pushed the covers off of him and climbed up on the bed between his legs. I pulled his cock through the openin' of his shorts and I was happily surprised to find that it was about eight inches long and thick, too. I stroked it a bit with my hands but my mouth was just waterin' to taste it. I bent my head down and licked the precum off the tip of his cock.
"Mmmmmm," I said, real low. "I can't wait to taste your cum. I'm gonna suck every bit of it outta yer big fat cock."
I started lickin' and nibblin' his long hard shaft and rubbing his big balls with my fingers. I knew that it would drive him crazy and pretty soon he was grabbin' my hair and tryin' to get me to take his big dick into my mouth. I opened wide and took as much in as I could. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and it sent tingles all the way down to my toes. I started bobbin' my head up and down on the delicious dick as fast as I could, fuckin' it with my mouth. Brett was holdin' my head and buckin' his hips up to meet my hot mouth. It didn't take much time before white hot jism was spurtin' out of that cock and into my mouth. I swallowed all that I could and then licked up all that had escaped. I tucked his limp dick back into his shorts and then slid off the bed, wished him good night and tiptoed back to my room where my trusty vibrator was waitin' to fuck my achin' cunt.
The next mornin' I was a little late to breakfast. Everyone was passin' pancakes around and pourin' hot maple syrup by the time I slid into my seat. For a few minutes I was just concentratin' on takin' the food that was bein' passed to me and fillin' my plate. When that was done I finally got a good look at Brett and it didn't take me long to figure out that somethin' was wrong. Brett was lookin' at me like nothin' special and Wendell was all blushes and goo-goo eyes. Somehow I'd sucked the wrong damn dick.
