Frank Brown: Free for all farmgirl

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.