My sinful lusts were to blame, bless them. I had escaped to the loft at the rear of my uncle's house often in the early mornings while others in the house were still asleep... the only private place I had to seek relief since I now shared sleeping arrangements with my boring and innocent female cousins. This particular summer morning was already sultry and bright, and my short robe was gathered up around my narrow hips while I lay cushioned in the hay.. My legs were spread wide and open to allow my fingers full purchase inside the shallow folds of my vulva. I delighed in the warmth of a beam of light that I had positioned myself to allow to fall directly on my swollen and tingling clit. There were other thin shafts of light coursing through the dusty air, which originated through the shutters from the morning sun and I could feel warmth shining on my body and glistening pussy while my fingers rubbed furiously at my clit. I had been spread and desperate for release for a full ten minutes on the rough but cushioning hay. The fact that I was barely orgasmic gave me no stay against trying anyway. I was straining, trying to catch the hook that would plunge me into another frantic explosion of fluttering and subsequent temporary relief from the raging desires that were consuming me. I was now old enough to experience that exquisite release, but still seemingly young enough that orgasms did not come easily; when they did, I felt near to fainting from the pleasure and enjoyed actual peace of mind for a few hours afterwards, until the maddening desires clutched at my pussy once again.