Morning Chores

By Colette Collingswood

It's always been a fascination with me; sex in a hayloft. The idea of two people sneaking off on their own without nobody knowing and getting it on in the hay, such a turn-on. To me it's the hottest place there is to get it on. I knew when I started writing I had to set one of my stories in a barn. The innocence of the place, the rustic setting, the simple and humble way of living that is life on the farm, I can't think of a sexier place to lose one's virginity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Colette Collingswood
• Release date: Apr 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370854882

Colette Collingswood

Colette Collingswood is a novelist. She resides in Sedona, Arizona.

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Morning Chores

by Colette Collingswood

Copyright © MMXXII

They ran across the open field as the sky darkened above them. Her enormous breasts hindered her speed as they bounced wildly despite being tethered tightly by a well-fitting brassiere. A hint of thunder in the distance and silent flashes of lightning flickered on and off in random succession. Her braided ponytail waved in the wind that was picking up due to the coming storm as flaxen strands of wheat swirled and cavorted to and fro around them.

Ahead was their destination - a barn made of wood, old but not dilapidated, weathered, but sturdy, on the sprawling farm that was home to one of the pair making their way towards it. The original bright red paint had faded long ago into a softened dusky hue. It was of a traditional contour-sloped roof, with large swinging doors front and aft.

The girl turned and looked at the teenage boy behind her and gave him a wild-eyed smile. Her eager young companion was already rock-hard with anticipation as he closed the gap between them. She reached the barn entrance and went inside with the boy right behind her.

She turned to face him, her cheeks rosy from the exertion. The pair stood looking at each other as they tried to catch their breath. The Heavens suddenly opened, and a torrential downpour began. It drew a moment of notice from the boy and girl before they resumed their attention to one another.

With a sexy smirk, the young lass grasped the bottom of her tee-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing a gigantic white bra containing two exceedingly large yet firm torpedo-shaped breasts. She threw the shirt at the young boy with a snicker and ran towards the ladder to the hayloft. The young lad looked behind him for a moment to watch the heavy deluge taking place outside. A sharp clap of thunder broke the electrified air. Then he followed the girl up the ladder to the second-floor level.

When he got there, the young vixen was waiting for him, kneeling on the bales of hay covering the floor of the loft. The shaggy-haired blond boy went up to his girl and got down on his knees in front of her.

He stared in utter awe at her deep cleavage, made even more full and pronounced by her tight-fitting bra. But her breasts were full, high, and firm even without one. They seemed to defy gravity, as well as the rule of physics. He looked lovingly at the luscious and full-bodied beauty before him. The girl pulled off his tee-shirt, leaving him clad only in worn, tattered blue jeans.

Her chestnut brown hair contrasted with his dirty blond. The handsome young devil was transfixed on her voluminous cleavage and ignored the pounding thunderclaps emanating from the turmoil outside. She turned around.

Unhook me, baby, she cooed.

The kid reached for her bra strap with eager hands. The wide cushioned straps over her shoulders loosened and fell to either side. She turned to face her boy, holding the brassiere to her breasts. A look of lust replaced the sweet, innocent farm girl expression on her beautiful face.

The girl arched her back and; with her eyes locked on his, she slowly let the big, custom-made flowery lace bra slip down - thus exposing a pair of perfectly formed breasts with large pink oval-shaped areola and round, flat nipples. The breasts of a dream girl - long, not too round, shaped more like a vessel instead of a dome. Tear-drop-shaped but high and firm.

The sight stunned him. He knew before he saw them in the flesh that they were big. But they were bigger than he expected. Mainly; because the tight-fitting bra held them close and made them appear smaller when