Friday, February 12, 2010

How I became a Teen Slut - Chapter 2

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!"

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