Part 1: The New Hired Hand
Lancaster County, Pennsylvania – Summer 2024
Emma Miller was twenty-one years old and had never been kissed.
She lived on a quiet Amish farm with her parents and younger siblings. Her days were filled with chores — milking cows, baking bread, washing clothes by hand, and tending the large vegetable garden. She wore the traditional plain blue dress, white apron, and kapp that covered her long chestnut hair.
But beneath that modest clothing was the body of a woman who turned heads even in the strictest Amish community. Full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth, creamy skin that had never seen the sun.
One humid afternoon in July, her father hired an Englisher to help repair the old barn after a bad storm.
His name was Jacob King. Twenty-eight years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair, strong arms, and a quiet confidence that made Emma’s stomach flutter every time he looked at her.
From the very first day, Jacob noticed Emma.
He noticed how she blushed when he spoke to her. How she stole glances at his bare chest when he worked in the heat. How she bit her lower lip when their eyes met.
One evening, after her parents had gone to visit relatives, Emma brought Jacob a glass of fresh lemonade.
“Thank you, Emma,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. His fingers brushed hers as he took the glass.
“You’re welcome,” she whispered, looking down.
Jacob took a long drink, then smiled. “You know… you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Emma’s cheeks burned bright red. No one had ever spoken to her like that.
“I… I have to go,” she stammered and hurried back to the house, heart pounding.
But that night, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Part 2: Secret Meetings
Over the next ten days, their secret attraction grew.
They began meeting behind the barn, in the cornfield at dusk, and sometimes in the hayloft when her parents were asleep.
Jacob was patient. He didn’t rush her. He started with soft kisses, then deeper ones. He taught her how to kiss with tongue. He touched her breasts through her dress until she was trembling with need.
One hot afternoon in the hayloft, Jacob unbuttoned the top of Emma’s dress and freed her heavy breasts. He groaned at the sight.
“God, Emma… you’re perfect,” he whispered before taking one pink nipple into his mouth.
Emma moaned loudly, her fingers gripping his hair. The sensation was overwhelming. She had never felt anything like it.
Jacob slipped his hand under her long skirt and found her soaking wet. He rubbed her clit gently until she had her first orgasm, shaking and crying out in the hay.
After that day, Emma was addicted.
She started seeking him out. She would find excuses to be near him. She began wearing her dress a little looser. She stopped wearing a bra under her dress when she knew she would see him.
Part 3: Her First Taste
One stormy afternoon, with rain pouring outside, they were alone in the barn again.
Jacob had Emma pressed against a wooden post. Her dress was open to the waist, her large breasts exposed. He sucked and licked her nipples while fingering her.
“Jacob… I want to make you feel good too,” she whispered shyly.
He smiled and stepped back. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, hard cock.
Emma’s eyes widened. It was much bigger than she had imagined.
Jacob gently took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft.
“Stroke it, baby.”
She did, slowly at first, then faster as she gained confidence. Jacob groaned with pleasure.
Then he put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Get on your knees for me, Emma.”
She obeyed, kneeling in the soft hay, looking up at him with innocent blue eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
Emma parted her lips. Jacob slowly slid his cock into her warm mouth. She sucked him awkwardly at first, but quickly learned. The taste and feel of him made her pussy throb.
Jacob held her head gently and fucked her mouth with slow thrusts.
“I’m getting close, Emma,” he warned, breathing heavily.
She looked up at him, not knowing what to expect.
Jacob pulled out at the last second.
Thick, powerful ropes of cum shot across her face.
The first strand landed on her cheek. The second across her nose. The third on her lips. More cum splashed onto her forehead and chin.
Emma stayed on her knees, breathing hard, her innocent Amish face completely covered in Jacob’s hot seed.
Jacob looked down at her, breathing heavily.
“Fuck… you look so beautiful like that.”
Emma touched the cum on her face with her fingers, then looked at it curiously. She even tasted a little on her tongue.
Jacob helped her clean up before her parents returned, but from that day on, facial cum became their secret ritual.
Part 4: Deeper Surrender
Their encounters grew more intense.
Jacob started fucking her properly. He took her virginity in the hayloft one rainy night. Emma cried out in pain and pleasure as he filled her for the first time.
He fucked her almost every day — sometimes slow and romantic, sometimes hard and rough.
But no matter how they had sex, Jacob always finished the same way — by pulling out and painting her pretty face with thick loads of cum.
Emma began to crave it.
She loved the feeling of his warm seed hitting her face. She loved the way he looked at her when she was covered in it. She even started asking for it.
“Please Jacob… cum on my face again,” she would beg while he fucked her.
One afternoon, he had her on all fours in the barn. He fucked her hard from behind, then pulled out and unloaded all over her face and hair while she moaned.
Another time, he made her kneel in front of him completely naked except for her white kapp, and gave her a massive facial while the sun set behind the barn.
Part 5: The Final Summer
As summer came to an end, Emma knew their time was limited. Jacob would eventually leave, and she would be expected to marry an Amish boy.
But she didn’t care anymore.
On their last day together, Jacob took her to the hayloft one final time.
He made love to her slowly, passionately. Then he stood over her as she knelt before him.
“Open your mouth and close your eyes, Emma.”
She obeyed.
Jacob stroked his cock until he exploded. Thick streams of cum covered her face — her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and even some in her hair.
When he finished, Emma opened her eyes, cum dripping from her eyelashes, and smiled up at him.
“Thank you, Jacob,” she whispered.
He knelt down and kissed her cum-covered lips gently.
“You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met.”
