When I was sixteen, I discovered that I could make myself cum by playing with my nipples. I never knew when or why they'd get hard; they just did. Believe me when I say that I've tried hiding them from the prying eyes of those who ogle me everywhere I go. My mother refuses to buy me bras until I stop growing or can fit into hers. Whichever comes first. "They're hardly worth covering anyway, and we can't afford to buy something that you'll outgrow," she'd say. In the meantime, I'll have to walk around wearing baggy hand-me-down clothes or with my arms crossed everywhere I go. Wearing my mother's old shirts is how I found out just how sensitive my little nippies were.

It was one of the hottest days of summer, and I was sweating through the tattered shirt while cleaning the loft for a new load of hay. When I stepped into the loft's doorway, I felt a slight breeze. It felt so nice that I unbuttoned the shirt to tie the tails into a makeshift bra. My exposed nipples immediately grew hard in the cool breeze.

I stepped into the shadow so no one would see me run my fingers over my pokey nippers. Each stroke of my fingers sent shivers through my body, making my knees go weak. I sat down on a bale of hay out of sight, hiding my naughtiness. I could feel myself moisten from the titillating sensation as I pinched and tweaked my nipples in tandem. I pulled one hard, stretching it, lifting my breast into the air, when I felt myself cum for the first time. I bit my lower lip, moaning quietly as pleasure shot through my pussy. "Ahh, mmnngawd." I didn't know what happened, but I sure as hell wanted it to happen again.

The tingle between my legs was more than I could ignore. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my dungarees and into my panties, rubbing my fingers through my pussy lips and into my hole. "Ahh, Gaa," I gasped as the combined sensations sent waves of orgasm through me. I dug my finger deeper inside me, thrusting it in and out while seemingly trying to tear my nipple off my tit. I clenched my thighs together, clamping my fingers in my pussy. My body trembled as it transended from one climax to the next. A ribbon of white, sticky goo stretches across two of my fingers, from my pussy juices. I thought it was icky and wiped my fingers on my pants before going back to playing with my nipples.

"Those are for suckin," the booming voice of our farmhand, Jim, said over my shoulder. He'd come to work for my parents years ago after the bank foreclosed on his family's farm. When his family moved away, he stayed behind, hoping to earn enough money someday to buy it back from the bank. I had been so engrossed in pleasuring myself that I didn't hear anyone come up behind me.

"How. How long have you..."

"Long enough to watch you get yourself all worked up, Missy," he said, sitting next to me in the hay.

"Are. Are you going to tell my parents?"

"I won't if you let me show you what those are really for." He saw the expression of shame on my face. "I'm just joshing ya. What your folks don't know won't hurt them. Besides, you know they're for feeding babies," he chuckled.

"Then why does it feel so good... down there?"

"Because they're helpful for makin' babies, too."

"You're sure you won't tell my parents?"

"Yeah. I figure we can both keep this a secret," Jim said as he leaned over and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.

That tingle shot through my pussy so fast I just about came again. Jim traced a circle around my nipple with his tongue while he reached to unbutton my trousers. He started to slide his thick, meaty hand into my panties. "Don't. It's all slimy and sticky," I mumbled.

"That's Maiden Oil. It's what happens when a woman like you gets herself all worked up like this," he said before tugging my trousers and panties down to my knees. Jim slid his thick finger through my pussy lips a couple of times, saying, "You are good and wet, aren't you?" before pushing his thick finger inside me. Jim's finger was twice the size of mine, and he could feel me tensing up. He sucked on my nipple, distracting me long enough to slip his finger past my hymen. I realized that it didn't hurt once the tip of his finger was inside me, and I began to relax again.

I looked down and watched as he thrust his middle finger into my pussy while he suckled my breast like a newborn. "Mmmy gaahd," I gasped as he made me cum.

"You like that?" he asked before sucking my other nipple between his lips. I couldn't bring myself to answer him. I just closed my eyes and imagined him pumping his cock into me like it was my wedding night.

He started to rub the nub at the top of my pussy lips, what I'd later come to know as my clitoris, but since that day with Jim, I could hardly keep my fingers off of it. From that point on, whenever I touched myself, I thought of him. He was older than me and nothing much to look at, but he sure knew how to make me feel good. He'd thrust his finger deep inside while flicking my nub back and forth, all while sucking my titties. "Ah, Ahh, Ahhh Gawd, yes!" I moaned as I came.

Jim started wiggling his finger, hooking it like he was pulling a trigger inside me. His finger grazed something deep inside me that sparked an intensely powerful orgasm. "Ahh, Gaawd! Do that again!" I squealed. It was like fireworks and lightning bolts crashing all at once, as if my insides were going to explode. "Mooore, Pleeease," I whimpered. I started to convulse like I was pitching a fit. I humped his hand and arched my back, trying to push my breast into his mouth all at once.

Hearing my moans excited Jim immensely. He looked up from my titties with a big grin on his face, and began to hump himself against my thigh. From the looks of the bulge in his pants, he was about to explode, too.

"Take these panties off, Missy," he said while undoing his pants.

"Are you going to, you know? Fuck me?"

"No. I'm just going to rub up against you. It won't hurt. I promise," Jim said as he got between my legs.

I got a peek at him as he pulled his pants down to his knees. His pecker stuck out like a broken tree limb. It was big and thick with a knob on the tip, which he rubbed through my pussy lips. He pushed it hard against me every time it got near my hole, but was careful not to put it in. Jim lowered his weight on top of me, rubbing me hard while he went back to sucking my tits. This, too, felt incredibly good, making me cum again and again.

Jim humped my pussy faster and harder, taking longer strokes each time he thrust his hips. He suddenly rose to his knees, straddling my hips. I watched in wonder as he took hold of his pecker, stroking it fast, until streams of thick white liquid shot across my tummy and onto my boobs. When he stopped squirting, he scooted over my face, dangling his big know an inch from my lips, telling me to kiss it.

I was aghast, lying there with my mouth open, unsure what to do when a big glob of his seed dripped onto my tongue. Its salty, metallic taste coated my tongue. "Go ahead and kiss it," he told me again. I gulped, swallowing it before raising my lips to the dripping head of his cock. I licked away his cum from my lips and kissed it again. He saw that I liked its savory flavor and said, "Put the tip in your mouth and lick it all off."

I did as he asked. Not out of fear, but because I wanted to. In that moment, I would have done anything, just so he'd do this to me again and again. "You like that, don't you, Missy? You should get yourself back together before we get caught with our pants down. Maybe I'll lick you down there next time if you promise not to tell," he said as he pulled up his pants. And just that quick, he was gone.

I don't know how long we were doing it. The whole thing couldn't have taken more than a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity that ended too soon. I got my clothes on quickly and walked to the door of the hay loft door to see that the world outside was none the wiser, remembering what Jim had said. 'I'll lick you down there next time.' I wondered what that would feel like, and was already eager for next time.