Chapter 5

Hayden woke up with a start. What time was it? Where was he? For a few seconds, he lay in bed, confused. Then his mind cleared, and things became clear. What had happened last night came into focus. Last night was the most fantastic night of his life. As he began to remember each moment, his shaft began to stir. He rolled over and reached for Abigail, but she was gone. Her side was still warm, and he could smell her scent, but she wasn't there.

He got up and got dressed. He went down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. He could smell the bacon and eggs. As he entered the kitchen, Mrs. Morris was standing by the stove, cooking breakfast.

"About time you got up," she said. "Did you sleep well?" The question had a tone as if she knew something. Hayden was sure she heard them last night. "Coffee?"

Hayden sat down at the table, and Emelyn served his breakfast. As he ate, Abigail came in behind him. As she walked by, she lightly ran her finger across his neck. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Good morning, everyone," Abigail said cheerfully. Her smile was beaming,

"You're certainly a ray of sunshine this morning. Have a good sleep?" her mom asked.

Hayden was now positive that her mom knew about them. Abigail ignored the comment and turned to Hayden.

"Great, Mom!" she replied as she stretched. She was wearing a short pair of gym shorts and a thin shirt. Raising her arms above her head, she bared her midriff, and Hayden could see she wasn't wearing a bra. "How did you sleep, Hayden?" She then leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips. She looked into his eyes and flashed that smile that caused him to melt.

Emelyn was watching the two of them, and she smiled to herself. She had a good idea of what happened last night. The storm never really developed, but there were a couple of loud claps of thunder, which woke her up. She got up to check and see if everyone was OK, especially Hayden in the attic. As she approached the attic, she could see a light underneath the door. She could hear some noise, and it didn't take much to figure out what was going on up there. When she returned to bed, her husband asked what that noise was. She told him to go back to sleep, as it was only the wind.

She also noticed a difference this morning. Abigail was happy and full of energy, while Hayden seemed nervous. He acted like he didn't want to be in the same room as her. He acted like he knew she knew and wasn't sure of her reaction.

"Hayden, I'm not sure when you're leaving, but when you do, remember you are welcome to come again. Perhaps you can stay longer." Emelyn looked over her shoulder and could see him smile.

"Yes, I would like that," replied Hayden.

Abigail then said, "Before you go, I want to show you around the property. You haven't seen the barn yet. So hurry up."

Hayden finished up his breakfast, washed up, and met Abigail on the front porch. She took him by the hand, and they headed off towards the barn. For Abigail, the walk was taking too long.

24 hours ago, she was virgin and had never seen an erect shaft. Now it was all she could think about. It was like last night, when she turned a switch on and couldn't shut it off. She didn't want to either. She wanted to spend the rest of the day—heck, the rest of her life—making love with Hayden.

They walked a few yards into the barn. She turned and kissed Hayden deeply. Her hands went to his pants and quickly pulled them down.

"There he is!" she said as she sank to her knees and his shaft began to stiffen. She stroked its length. She opened her mouth and swallowed it halfway. She began to bob up and down, licking, sucking, and nibbling on it. She would stop at the head and lick the underside. Hayden's shaft grew harder. To Abigail, it felt amazing. It was hard, yet velvety. She began to move quicker, taking more food into her mouth. Her folds became wetter and wetter the more she sucked. She could feel little spasms in it.

Hayden was speechless. The feelings he was experiencing were none he had ever felt. It wasn't a blow job. It was who was giving it. He knew he wouldn't last long.

Abigail seemed to sense that Hayden was going to cum. His breath was coming faster, and his hips were beginning to buck in rhythm with her. She abruptly stopped. Hayden looked at her pleadingly.

She stood up, turned around, and bent over a hay bale. As she did this, she lowered her shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck me."

What Hayden saw in front of him was beautiful. A perfect ass and a honeylove so wet it glistened. He moved closer and placed his shaft at her opening. He eased in. It was like a warm velvet glove that surrounded his shaft. He began to thrust slowly in and out. Abigail matched his strokes.

Abigail could feel her orgasm approaching. It was going to be different than last night. She softly cried, "Yes, yes, yes," with each stroke as the feeling increased. Her orgasm began with "O God, O God," and waves of pleasure started at her toes and deep within her, washing over her body and ending in her folds.

Her orgasm clenched at Hayden's shaft, drawing his climax from him. "Oh, Lord," he moaned. "I'm going to shoot."

"Yes, baby," Abigail groaned. "Fill me up!"

He thrust once, twice, then came hard. Almost without movement, their orgasms continued for long seconds.

He collapsed onto her back. His face nuzzled into her sweet-smelling hair, and her folds were slick, swollen, and twitchy, pressing against his crotch. When it ended, they had wrung every drop of pleasure from each other.

After they recovered, Abigail kissed him so hard that it bruised his lips.