Lester took a breath and held it. What he had been dreaming about every night and day for the past ten years was about to happen. The girl ran fingers along the inside of the waistband of his underpants. Her eyes widened with interest, and she pulled the elastic out and stretched it over his erection, freeing it to lever almost completely vertical and swollen to the point it felt like it was going to explode.
“Oh my,” she cooed gaily, her smile flashing, her eyes like saucers as she glanced up then looked back at Lester’s penis.
She tilted her head to study it from the side. Her curls cascaded. He could feel her breath against the taut skin. She tilted her head the other way. Her curls rolled over to fall from her neck again. She leaned in closer and blew softly, starting at the base and causing a cool, sweet breath that caressed his length all the way to the blood-filled dome.
“Um… That um—that feels…” Lester couldn’t articulate.
The pretty farmer’s daughter just smiled up at him then soaked her washcloth and dabbed at his groin, lifting his testicles and gently cupping them with the wet fabric. She soaked the cloth again and wrung it out. Her eyes lit up as she looked at his penis purposefully.
“Hmm… Are you sure you’re not scared of my daddy?”
Lester shook his head urgently. “Nope. I’m not scared.” He had found his voice all of a sudden.
She laid the cloth over the palm of her hand then closed it around his penis, squeezing just a little against the flex, containing the surge of delight in the grip of her hand.
“Well, if you’re sure you want to, we could try something…”
“Something?” Lester croaked. His voice failing.
She nodded, biting that lip again. “If you sit down on the stool I could sit on your lap.” She had touched the button on her jean shorts. She popped it open. There was a zipper, and she tugged the pull tab.
Lester watched. He sat down on the stool and looked up to meet her eyes then looked back at what she was doing. His underpants were around his ankles. He kicked them away. She had lowered the zipper, and when she tugged her shorts down, there was only a trimmed patch of hair.
She stepped out of her shorts and straddled his thighs, taking hold of his shoulders and lowering herself to his lap. His penis came to rest against her belly at first. She pressed forward and kissed him, rolling her tummy, with her patch of hair prickly against his testicles and the heat from her sex kind of wet and interesting as it squished over the base of his erection.
“What about—” He was thinking of a condom, but she cut off his question with another kiss. She rolled her lower body, lifting slightly, and the moist heat from her sex slid up the underside of his penis until it kind of hugged the swollen glans. She then rolled her hips forward and captured him, that exquisitely interesting heat and wetness swallowing him up and making him want to thrust into it.
He looked down between their bodies and saw he was inside of her. She squirmed, grinding and making that moist wetness swirl around his penis. Her bra still clung to her nipples, but she tugged it down to reveal them. She then hugged his head and squished her breasts against his chest. That feeling alone was amazing, the feel of being inside of her completely foreign yet entirely natural.
Lester hugged her tight and let her grind and squish down onto him until he couldn’t hold back any longer and ejaculated, then he cuddled her until her body eventually tensed, and she held still, shuddering and moaning into his neck.
Her breathing settled after a few minutes. “I’d better go before Daddy comes.”
She pulled on her clothes. Lester dressed quickly too.
“Wait up in the loft. I’ll bring food, okay?”
Lester nodded. He was tingling all over. He was going to do anything she said right then……