"Leave me alone or I'll scream," Patty threatened, backing up against the stall wall.

Jack laughed softly, his head shaking from side to side. "Nobody's home. Mom's out shoppin' in town while dad's checkin' fences on the south forty. Guess that just leaves you and me."

Patty felt panic rush through her. Of course she'd known no one was at home. She had sat in her upstairs bedroom watching Jack walk into the barn. She sat there, listening to the creepy silence of the big house that seemed to be deafening, sat there, listening to her heart beating like a drum while her pussylips curled because of he growing sexual heat. Finally she couldn't stead it. She had to find him, talk to him, do something to relieve the tension building in her cunt. Would she let him… touch her? No, of course not! Or so she told herself over and over again as she crossed the deserted farmyard and slowly opened the double doors.

What she found inside surprised her a little. There was Jack, bare-backed as usual, bent over while rolling something in a thin white sheet of paper. It didn't take her long to realize the young farm boy was getting some grass ready to smoke. Her little cry of surprise startled him at first. One thing led to another, however, and soon Patty found herself on the defensive.

"Go on, baby, go on and stare at it. It's what you've been wantin' to do for a long time. This thing's gonna be shovin' inside you pretty fuckin' soon, so take a good look at it."

Patty swallowed hard. She'd seen pictures of a man's erection in various books, and some of her girlfriends had told her what a boy's cock looked like when aroused. Once or twice, or dates, she'd felt a boy's dick through his pants. But always she jerked her hand away, slapping the offender hard and swearing never to date him again.