"Down, baby, down."

Jack's strong arms were wrapped around her waist. She felt herself bend backward, her legs slipping out from under her, her feet pressed against his ankles. Staring up heavy-lidded at her cousin, Patty wanted to say something, wanted to tell him she wasn't the kind of girl who did this sort of thing all the time. But her vocal cords were paralyzed. Soon she was on the ground, particles of hay prickling the backs of her legs and arms, working under her wrinkled dress while Jack pushed his Levi's down to his ankles and stepped out of them.

"I… I never did anything… anything like this before," Patty stammered, staring at him with frightened, doe-like eyes.

"A fuckin virgin," he muttered, half-believing his cousin as he reached down and scratched his low-hanging balls.

Patty watched as he climbed over her, his fat cock hitting his muscular thighs.

"Gotta get this thing off you," he muttered, reaching behind her and starting to undo the buttons of her dress. Muttering, Jack grabbed the dress and ripped it in two, sending a shower of buttons into the air.

"Oh!"

Patty felt her dress rip apart, then slide off her body. Jack was pinning her to the floor, his knees pressed hard against her thighs, holding her down while he proceeded to strip her. Patty clenched her teeth tightly together as she felt his fingers slip under the elastic band of her bra. He tugged sharply up, pulling at the halter until the cups were cutting into her tits. With a yank the young stud tore the bra off, leaving her big high-riding tits naked, jiggling on her chest.

"Oh God! GOD!" she cried, throwing her arms over her tits.

Jack knocked them away, then his hands were on her tits, kneading the soft, resilient flesh. He pinched her nipples, smiling as the girl yelped and squealed. Her knees jerked up. Pieces of straw began working their way into her panties as Patty continued to struggle.