Splashing into Ecstasy: My Raw First Time at Glenroe Farm

The morning sun warmed the farmyard at Glenroe. I pushed Liam into the trough, laughing wildly. Water splashed everywhere. He chased me with a bucket, drenching my thin nightshirt. It clung transparent, nipples hard against wet fabric. We tumbled into the pond, mud caking our skin. Giggling like kids, hearts pounding from the chase.

Grandmother Eillen hauled us out, hosed us down. ‘Strip, you fools!’ she barked. Naked under her glare, I felt his eyes burn my body. Goosebumps everywhere. My pussy throbbed, unfamiliar ache. We wrapped in towels, dashed inside. Kitchen first. Water in the basin. I dropped my towel, soaped up. He did too. His cock twitched, half-hard. Pulse hammered in my ears. Fear mixed with fire low in my belly.

The Nerve-Wracking Approach

I bolted to my room. Door barely shut—he followed. Pinned me against it. Lips crashed. Rough, hungry. I pulled back, breathless. ‘This isn’t proper.’ Voice shaky, but thighs slick. He grinned, hand sliding between my legs. Finger dipped into my wetness. ‘Feel that? Mutual.’ Proof glistened on his fingers. No denying. Heart thundered. No turning back.

Bed swallowed us. Kisses trailed my neck, sucked tits till I moaned. He knelt, tongue on my clit. Exploded stars—first time anyone touched me there. Juices everywhere. I bucked, fingers in his hair. Then his cock nudged my entrance. Virgin tight. He eased in slow. Pinch of pain at the barrier. Thrust—broke through. Slight sting, but fullness overwhelming. Filled, stretched. First cock inside me.

Surrender and the Afterglow

We rocked, clumsy rhythm. Mud forgotten, just sweat and gasps. Pleasure built, waves crashing. Almost there—then door flew open. Eillen shrieked. ‘What in God’s name?’ We scrambled up, naked, guilty. She lectured sin, consequences. ‘Marry or she leaves!’ We shouted ‘No!’ together. Liam turned, eyes locked. ‘Judith, marry me? Not just duty—you’re in my heart.’ Tears stung. ‘Yes, Liam. You’re in mine.’ Innocence shattered, but love ignited.

Wrapped in linens, we rushed to the priest. Wedding soon after. That interrupted fuck haunted sweetly. No pain next times—just bliss. Sucked him post-nupitals, rode him doggy. Body mine now, awakened. Farm girl no more—woman claimed. Glenroe ours. First time: messy, rushed, perfect. Heart still races remembering his thrust breaking me open.