Where was the emotion and devotion?

I was thunderstruck. Of course, I had no objection whatsoever to pinch the pretty young thing a bit. But it was usually me who seduced the girls, not the other way around. Her brash approach made me cautious.

"Aren't you a bit too young for that?"

"Why?" she returned indignantly, "I could have been married long ago. My mother wasn't any older than I am now when she married my father. And I was born the following year. You wouldn't expect someone who grows up on a stud farm not to know what that takes. I've been playing among the horses since I could walk, and I've seen a lot of stallions from below."

I was still hesitant. She didn't let up.

"It's comfortable up there in the hayloft. Come on!"

She pulled me to a ladder and quickly climbed up. I could see her calves under the hem of her skirt. Shaking my head, I followed her. She clearly had no sense of shame. On the other hand, I told myself that perhaps I should have expected something like this after meeting Rebecca. Like mother like daughter.

When I reached the top rung of the ladder, Miriam was already lying in the straw and stretched her arms out to me. I threw myself next to her and fiddled with the lacing over her cleavage to get at her breasts. But she pushed me away, lifted her skirts until her lap was exposed, and spread her legs wide apart. Thick dark blonde curls hid her labia from my eyes.

"Just do it! Someone could come into the barn at any time, and then it'll be too late. Hurry up!"

I opened my pants and without thinking, I lay down on top of her. It took me some effort to penetrate her without proper preparation. The situation was unfamiliar and unsettling for me. I was only half stiff and couldn't really get into the mood. She didn't do anything to help me either, but just waited and became increasingly nervous. I took one hand to help, I felt the warm, slightly damp entrance, directed the tip of my cock there and pushed it in.

She was tight, but no longer a virgin. I had guessed so much from the way she had turned me on. I suppressed the thought, which unimaginative houseguest or clumsy stable groom might have taken her virginity. The regret that no one had introduced her to the heavenly joys of love with feeling and devotion spoiled my last bit of pleasure.

At the same time, she moaned, gasped and tossed her head back and forth as if I were an ingenious lover. All I did was move restlessly back and forth inside her. I came after just a few minutes, but felt neither happy nor satisfied.

I gave her a kiss, which she coolly returned. Then I stood up and arranged my clothes. Without ado, she did the same, smoothing her skirts and removing straws from her hair.

"That was nice," she said.

"Yes," I replied automatically. I wondered why I didn't really feel satisfied when she had given me the one thing straightforward and without being asked, what I wanted from every pretty girl. Not only that, but I also hardly refrained from advising her to ask her mother how to really satisfy a man.

I suddenly felt an obligation to teach her what pleasure the union of man and woman could be. And I decided to try to show her a little of it, at least.