"Roxanne, you say the filthiest things!" Debby plunged her middle finger in and out of her pussy. Hot pussylube frothed out of her cunt and slid down her legs like dribbles of spit. Her tanned toes curled against each other as the fuck-itch mounted in her pussy and the fuck-tension tightened in her loins.
"I'd love to lick your pussy," Roxanne said. "You taste just like candy between the legs. Remember that time I licked you off?"
"Oh, Roxanne!" Debby went crazy at the thought of the one and only suckjob Roxanne had ever given her. By coincidence, that had been the last time she'd seen Roxanne. The next day, after the church ladies had convened to discuss rumors they'd heard about Roxanne, Roxanne had been banished from Debby's life.
"I've licked-off other girls," Roxanne said. "But none of them tasted as good as you. I wanna stick my tongue up your pussy again."
"I'm gonna come!" Debby gasped, pistoning her finger between her cuntlips. "Oh yessss!" Her body shivered and her pussy erupted with spasms. "I'm coming!"
"Sweetheart!" Roxanne purred. "Feel it, baby, feel it! Oh yes, oh yes, I'm gonna come too!"
Roxanne's breathing became heavy and shaky as she finger-fucked herself to orgasm at the other end of the line, and the two girls panted and whimpered in unison as the spasms pulsed through their young bodies.
"I wish I was eating you!" Roxanne grunted.
"Me tooooo!" Debby moaned, rubbing her juice-greased thighs together, grinding her stiff finger inside her contracting, sizzling-hot pussy. Finally, as her orgasm subsided, she started to giggle.
Roxanne was still panting with spasms.
"Silly goose," she said. "What're you laughing at?"
"I don't know," Debby said. "I guess I just feel relieved. I've been so tense."
"That's what happens when you don't come enough," said Roxanne. "Those old church biddies and the minister have faces like prunes because they don't come enough. In fact, I don't think they ever come. That's why they're all so miserable. What they need is some fucking to turn them into human beings again. Hey, I've gotta take a bath. Call me again soon?"
"I'll try," Debby said. "But if the folks ever caught me they'd lock me up in the bull pen – with the bull."
"Sounds like fun," Roxanne said, and she hung up before Debby could pretend to be shocked.
Debby pulled her finger, dripping with pussy-cream, out of her cunt and sniffed it. She slipped her finger between her lips and sucked it clean.
Roxanne was right – her pussy did taste sweet.
Debby dipped her finger in her pussy and took another taste of herself before she pulled up her shorts and went back outside to ride the swing some more.
CHAPTER TWO
Her blouse had come open another few buttons, but Debby didn't care. Who would see her half-naked tits out here? Even though the front yard went right up to the road, and even though her swing was only thirty feet or so from the road, so few cars passed by this old back road that she could probably swing naked without having to worry about somebody catching her. She lived back in the sticks, as the expression went. The nearest neighbor was a half mile away.
She spread her bare legs, pointing her toes as she swung. The sunny air licked at her inner thighs, drying the pussycream that had dribbled down them. Her cunt tingled, throbbing pleasantly. Her asshole throbbed too. She may have jerked off only minutes ago, but she was still horny, and she thought about going out back to round up one of the stallions for a bareback ride into the woods below the bluffs. Once out of sight of the house she would strip off her clothes and let the rhythmic rolling and jolting of the stallion's back between her legs bring her off. She wasn't supposed to go out riding without permission – which her parents often refused to give her – but her parents were at church and wouldn't return for hours.
She brought the swing to a stop and squeezed her legs together. Her bare feet rubbed in the dust. She felt so horny and wicked. It seemed that everyday she felt more and more horny, and less and less satisfied with jerking off. She had to jerk off more and more. The thought now of going out riding naked on a bareback stallion made her dizzy with excitement. She was so excited that she was tempted to stick her finger up her cunt right here on the swing and jerk off in the front yard. Keeping her legs squeezed together, she closed her eyes and made the swing spin, which got her even dizzier.
"Hello!"
Debby's eyes shot open and she nearly flipped off the swing. For a few moments, the world spun and she saw only a blur. When she finally got both the swing and her head to stop spinning, she was astounded to see a shirtless young man on a racing bike cruising by on the road. He gave her a wave and a smile.
Debby waved back, gawking at his bronzed muscles. She'd never seen a man so muscular. He wore nothing but a white biking cap, a pair of black biking shoes, and black biking shorts. The muscles of his tanned legs looked like powerful pistons. She thought he must be one of those guys from the Olympics, but what was he doing out here?
The young man kept glancing back at her as he pedaled up the rise in the road and disappeared over the top of the hill, gone as quickly and silently as he'd appeared.
Debby squirmed, her toes wriggling and crossing. Her cunt pulsated. The sight of the young man had sent electricity through her. She wanted to hug him, to feel his hard body against her, to slide her hands in the sweat that gleamed on his bronze, sculpted muscles. More and more the sight of males made her want to do wild things, forbidden things. Suddenly, she found herself wondering what the biker's cock looked like. Although she'd once glimpsed the cocks of some young boys skinny dipping in the creek near Roxanne's farm, she'd never seen a fully developed teenage or adult cock. Were men's cocks really as big as Roxanne claimed they were?
To Debby's shock, the biker suddenly reappeared over the hill, heading back in her direction, and in seconds he'd glided to a stop at the side of the road just below her swing. She could hardly meet his eyes with her own. She felt herself blushing. She hoped he couldn't read the embarrassing thoughts that were still sliding through her mind.
"Could I trouble you for a fill up?" The biker pulled the plastic water bottle off its holder on the frame of his bike and held it out. "I'm all out, and it's a hot day."
"You want water?" Debby managed to say.
"You got it," the biker said. He glanced up toward the house. "That is, if your parents don't mind sparing me some."
"My parents are at church," Debby said.
"You home baby-sitting or something?"
"I'm home alone," Debby said.
The biker's face brightened.
"My name's Mike," he said. "Now, how about that water?"
Somehow, as if by magic, Debby suddenly found herself in the kitchen with Mike. She'd gone into a sort of trance as he'd swung his muscular leg over the bike and dismounted, and suddenly she was filling up his water bottle at the kitchen sink as he stood close enough behind her for her to smell his sweat.
"Nice farm you got here," Mike said. "Beautiful valley. I biked past here once before, but I didn't see you around."
"I was probably doing chores or something," Debby said. She turned off the faucet and handed the man the cold, dripping water bottle.
The man took it and squirted some water in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're a real farmgirl, aren't you? Just like in the movies. I wasn't sure real farmgirls existed anymore. It's nice to know they still do."
Debby blushed, bashfully looking down at her bare feet. She felt the man towering over her. She was barely over five feet tall and he was over six.
"When are your parents coming home, Debby, my girl?" The man took another sip of his water.