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.
"Three or four hours," Debby said sheepishly.
He capped his bottle and wiped his mouth.
"I could use a break," he said. "And I wouldn't mind a tour of this farm, if you'd like to show me around. I'm fascinated by old farms. In fact, I bought myself an old farmhouse about five miles from here as a sort of weekend retreat. The biking out here is fantastic. Perfect training terrain."
"Are you training for the Olympics or something?" Debby asked.
"Don't I wish!" Mike said. "I've raced in some major competitions, but never the Olympics." He put his hand on Debby's shoulder. "You going to give me a tour?"
Debby couldn't have refused the man if she'd wanted to. He was too big and strong, too awesome and overwhelming. She quivered as if her insides had turned to jelly, leading the man out the back door into the barn yard. He had his hand on her upper back, just below her neck, under her silky blonde hair. Her tits bounced in her nearly open blouse, and she was sure Mike could look down and see them. They passed around behind the barn for an unobstructed view of the fields and pastures and horizon, and of the bluffs off to one side.
"What's up there?" Mike said, nodding toward the barn.
"The hayloft," Debby said.
"I find haylofts fascinating," said Mike. "Mind if we go up there and take a look?"
Debby led the man up the steep ramp and through the open door of the hayloft. Flecks of dust danced in the sun's rays that poured in through the open door. A breeze kept the warm air in the loft a tolerable temperature. Hay bales were stacked to the rafters throughout most of the loft, and a mound of wheat-straw gleamed like gold in the sunshine just off to one side of the door.
"Looks like a fun place to have a party," Mike said. "You ever have parties up here, Debby?"
"No," Debby said. Her bare feet padded over the creaking floor boards and onto the carpet of straw at the base of the tall wheat-straw mound. Mike was pushing her, guiding her, and she was responding like a mechanical doll.
"I'm tired," Mike said. "Why don't we sit down for awhile and rest?"
He sat down on the straw and pulled Debby down beside him. He leaned forward and took off his shoes and socks. Then he lay back on the straw, stretching out his muscular frame, and he pulled Debby down with him, so that she lay beside him.
Debby was sure she was dreaming. She couldn't believe she was lying beside a nearly naked man on a bed of straw in her own hayloft. She lay stiffly, staring up at the rafters, afraid to even breathe.
"This is real nice," Mike said. "Real comfortable. And you sure are a pretty farmgirl, Debby. When I came over that hill and first saw you twirling on that swing, I almost fell off my bike. I thought I was seeing a mirage."
Debby tittered self-consciously. Her throat was too dry for speech, and she didn't know what to say anyway. Her heart thudded against her breastbone.
"Yes sir, I thought I was seeing a mirage." Mike rolled toward her. His sweating body rolled on top of her, settling down on her. "Oh, baby!"
Debby felt a steel-hard cylinder pressing against her abdomen through his shorts. His mouth clamped over her lips and his tongue plunged into her own mouth, thrusting against her tongue, tickling her throat. Debby shuddered, her body melting, her cunt contracting so hard she almost came.
Mike broke their kiss. "What a girl! What a gorgeous little farmgirl! I love 'em young! I love 'em sweet as candy and soft as silk! Baby, where have you been all my life?"
Raising up, he grabbed the edges of her nearly open blouse and ripped it wide open, popping off the last few buttons. His sweaty slabs of pectoral muscle settled down on her mounded-up, naked tits. He crushed her in his arms, kissing and biting her neck, her cheeks, her lips and nose. As she gasped, tossing her head from side to side, moaning deliriously, he gnawed on her ears and licked them out. Debby thought she'd lose her mind. The stimulation was unbearable.
"Do you want me?" Mike panted.
"Yes!" Debby moaned, clawing at the man's wide back, grinding her pussy up against him.
His sweat dripped on her face like hot, salty rain. He bit her on the jaw. "Let's get undressed."
Debby was too shaky, her hands too clumsy to function, and Mike had to pull the blouse off her shoulders and her shorts and panties down her legs. He kissed her toes as he pulled the panties off over them. He pressed her panties to his nose, inhaling deeply of their pussy-scent.
"You sweet, wet little bitch!" he moaned. He dropped the panties and, sitting next to Debby, pulled the biker's shorts off over his tanned, muscular, perfectly smooth legs.
Debby's eyes almost popped out. The man's prick stood vertical against the rippling muscles of his abdomen, the tip of it twitching against the belly-skin near his chest. The enormous man-cock was as big around as Debby's forearm and nearly as long. His balls looked as big as the balls of a bull. She couldn't believe his cock was real.
"Feels good to get those shorts off," Mike said. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slid the foreskin up and down the veiny shaft, working it back and forth up over the flared edges of his glossy, moist knob. A few drops of thick, clear fluid oozed from his open pisshole.
Debby couldn't take her eyes off the man's cock. She'd never dreamed that a cock could get so big. Even the cocks Roxanne had described to her Debby had never imagined as being this big. Is it real? she kept thinking. Is it really real?
"What's the matter, girl? You look like you're gonna faint. Don't tell me you've never seen a cock before."
Debby swallowed. She was salivating, and her spit moistened her super-dry throat. She couldn't talk.
"God, you're pretty!" Mike gasped. "And you're shaking like a virgin bride on her wedding night."
He picked up her feet and kissed them. Her toes slipped between his lips and he sucked them.
Debby's pussy fluttered with quick contractions. As pussyjuice oozed and foamed between her swollen, blonde cuntlips, she squeezed her legs together, squirming with the sensations Mike's toe-sucking was sending through her.
"You've got the sexiest tan feet!" Mike growled. "I bet you've been going barefoot all your life, dressed in those tight little shorts and blouse."
He licked between her toes, then chewed on her heels and the balls of her feet. As he sucked and licked her feet, his cock throbbed rhythmically and powerfully, dribbling lube down the ridges of his tanned belly muscles. His balls, the size and shape of rubbery, hard-boiled eggs, squirmed in their hairy sac.
Debby was panting as if she'd just raced a mile. Her tits and belly rose and fell rapidly. Fuck-sensation pounded through her virgin cunt.
Mike dropped her feet and got up over her, straddling her, plopping his sweaty nuts in her face. "Take a whiff, baby."
He rubbed his crotch and balls against her nose.
Debby's eyes rolled back and she nearly passed out. The scent of man was overpowering. She groaned, sucking on his crotch. Her tongue came out and she started slurping at his balls.
"That's it, hungry girl." Mike wiggled his ass, dragging his heavy balls all over Debby's face and letting her lick every inch of them. Then he slid back slightly, resting his ass on her tits and he bent his cock down over her face. Warm cock-lube dripped on her nose.
Debby thought she was going to die with excitement. Her body was burning up, its every cell, from scalp to toe-tips, on fire. She shimmied her naked legs together, working her pussylips between her thighs. Her feet rubbed together, her toes pointing and clutching. Her tongue strained upward, the tip of it licking the underside of the man's veiny cock.
Mike bent his cock down further, pressing the underside of his huge dickhead against her mouth. "Lick under the skin!"
Debby drove her tongue under the man's foreskin and he groaned, his eyes rolling back ecstatically.
"Twirl your tongue and clean the head! Lick it all out under the skin!" He bent his cock down further.
Debby was delirious. She writhed on the bed of straw, groaning, whining softly, her nimble tongue working in circles around the man's salty, musky-flavored cockhead, her tongue-tip wedged under his foreskin. Cocklube dribbled down her tongue and into her mouth. The taste of the man's dickhead made her dizzy. Her mouth gaped hugely and suddenly she was sucking on the man's enormous prick-knob. Her lips were stretched thin, nearly to splitting.
"Baby! Sweetheart!" Mike cradled Debby's head in his big hands, easing his cock deeper into her mouth as she sucked it. She managed to swallow the knob and about three inches of shaft before she started gagging. Mike eased off, letting her throat adjust, then slipped his cock back in. "Mmm, suck it! Keep your tongue wiggling!"
Debby growled, her lips smacking, her tongue churning at the underside of the man's knob. She'd never tasted anything so good in her life. Nothing had ever felt so good between her lips. As she manipulated the man's cock with her tongue and lips and throat, she swallowed the sap-like lube that oozed from his pisshole and sucked hungrily for more.
Mike started breathing fast. His cock swelled and hardened, and he yanked it out of her mouth. A few drops of hot, cloudy, watery fluid spurted into Debby's face. Mike gripped his cock tightly at the base of the shaft and held his breath.
"Almost lost it," he said. "That was close. You've got a mouth like a calf, farmgirl."
He slid down in front of her and unwrapped her legs, spreading them wide, opening up her pink, fluff covered cunt to the sunlight. The pussy-juice was dribbling from her horny cunt like syrup, running down her asscrack.
"Jesus what a pussy!"
Forcing her legs up and so wide that her ass lifted off the straw, he leaned forward between her thighs and buried his head between them. His tongue slurped between the tasty female clefts, up and down her asscrack, up and down her pussy-gash. Pussycream ran down his chin and neck. He guzzled pussyjuice as if he were starving.
"Mmmm, girl, girl!"
Debby panted so rapidly she hyperventilated and saw stars. Her toes clutched crazily. She writhed, hardly able to stand the relentless slurping of the man's sizzling tongue between her cuntlips and asscheeks. Each time his slippery, slightly rough tongue rubbed over her clit she gasped, nearly going into orgasm. All the muscles of her loins quivered and contracted. She could sense her pussy and asshole opening and closing, opening and closing. A particularly fierce rush of tingles shot through her loins and a squirt of hot, tart pussyjuice shot into the man's open mouth, like a squirt of juice from a lemon.
Mike rammed his tongue up Debby's cunt. His nose mashed hard against her clit. He sucked hard, his tongue twisting and probing inside her.
"Ooooh!" Debby gasped. "Ooooh, yeeeeah!"
"Farmgirl!" Mike growled. "Hot farmgirl pussy!"
Debby couldn't control herself. She wrapped her thighs around the man's dark head and tried to crush it between them. Her body jerked, her loins humping, her seething pussy grinding in the man's sucking, tongue-fucking mouth.
"Eat meeee!" she whined. "Ohhh Godddd!"
Her toes clawed at the balls of her feet as the fuck tension surged to the point of no return in her loins.
Mike sucked fiercely, as if trying to vacuum Debby inside out and Debby's pussy exploded.
"Eeeeeeeh!" she whined. "Ohhhhhh!"
Her blonde head tossed from side to side on the straw. Her body jerked spastically, her loins surging with ecstasy, her clit twitching. Hot teen pussyjuice bubbled into Mike's mouth and he guzzled it greedily.
"I'm coming!" Debby cried. "Yes, I'm coming!"
Mike sucked until Debby's orgasm petered out and her pussy became so ultra-sensitive she thought she'd jump out of her skin. Violently, she pushed Mike's head from between her legs and twisted out of his grasp.
"I never ate teen pussy as sweet as that," Mike said, picking a blonde cunt-hair from between his front teeth. "No sir. Farmgirl pussy – yummy!"