Frank Brown: Free for all farmgirl

"Mike, go easy!"

He laughed and nuzzled down between her thighs, lapping up the sweet, tart girl-juice that had escaped Debby's cunt and had dribbled down the insides of her legs. He licked all the way to her feet, then kissed her insteps and licked her toes. He lifted her feet one at a time and sucked on her toes. His cock was ramrod stiff again.

"I really get off on a girl's bare feet," he said.

He grabbed his cock and started beating it, sliding the foreskin up and down. At the same time, he sucked several of Debby's toes into his mouth and munched on them, licked between them, sucked them.

"Baby!" he mumbled. "Hot farmgirl toes!"

Debby sat down on the hot stone of the quarry floor. As Mike continued to suck her toes, she started beating off her pussy. Mike watched her, grinning, his mouth full of her sexy, squirming toes. Lube dripped from the pisshole of his cock as he masturbated himself.

Debby squirmed on the hot rock, playing with her tits as she jerked herself off and wiggled her toes in Mike's mouth. His toe-sucking sent waves of pleasure through her legs. Each smack of his lips sent a thrill through her cunt, made it contract. She pinched her nipples, squirming all over in the sunshine, gasping and moaning as Mike toe-sucked her.

Mike's eyes rolled back. His cockhead swelled, his pisshole wide open. The veins on his cock bulged. His mouth tightened around Debby's toes and cum started to spurt from his cock. Streams and wads of white fuck-cream shot out onto the hot stone and Mike groaned in ecstasy. Debby's toes clutched in Mike's mouth and her pussy erupted with spasms. As she came, her asshole opened and closed rhythmically, and Mike's cum trickled from it in rhythmic oozings.

After they'd both come and were getting dressed, Mike said, "You turn me on so much, farmgirl, that I don't know what I'm gonna do. I only get out here on occasional weekends and once in a while during the week, and even then we sure can't be calling each other. I guess we'll have to hope we can somehow run into each other once in a while out here."

He adjusted his cock in his jockstrap.

"Damn it, here I am with a horny neighbor farmgirl and I have to be living in the city!"

Debby rode over to Mike's place the next few afternoons, but his car was nowhere in sight, and neither was his bike, and his farmhouse appeared locked up and permanently deserted. She imagined him in some fancy house in the city, fucking his naked wife from behind while he thought about her, and she pouted. Why did she have to be living out here in the sticks? She'd probably never see Mike again, and she'd probably never get fucked again as long as she lived.

On Thursday afternoon she decided not even to bother checking out Mike's place. She knew he wouldn't be there, and it was a long ride over. Instead, after finishing up her chores, she hopped on her bike and headed up the road in the direction opposite the one she was used to going.

The day was hot and humid, and she was soon sweating despite her bare legs and feet and her nearly open blouse. She pouted, thinking about how she wasn't allowed to wear a bikini halter in the summer like a lot of the other girls from school. She felt like ripping off her blouse and riding topless. She imagined herself peeling off her shorts and riding bottomless too, riding stark naked, her wet cunt slipping against the bicycle seat, her tits bouncing and free. If some farmer came along in his pickup truck he'd drive off the road trying to get a look at her. The idea made her laugh and cheered her up.

She came to a bridge over a small stream. A couple of boy's bikes lay half-concealed in the ditch near the bridge, and Debby stopped to look around. She remembered that afternoon years ago when she and Roxanne had come upon some young boys skinny-dipping in a stream very much like this. Their cocks had been puny little sticks, and Debby had laughed. She'd never dreamed back then that those puny little sticks could grow into huge clubs like the one between Mike's legs.

The owners of the two bikes were nowhere around, but she spotted the prints of bare feet on the sandy bank of the stream below, prints that disappeared around a bend upstream, and she couldn't resist the urge to follow them. She hid her own bike in the ditch and climbed down until she was setting her own bare feet in the footprints. The feet that had made both sets of tracks were quite a bit larger than her own. Anxiety twinged her guts, and she thought about turning back, but curiosity led her on. She was hoping to see a couple of boys skinny-dipping again, boys who were bound to have bigger cocks, judging by the size of their feet.

"Man, I stuck her so good she squealed like a pig."

Debby heard the boys before she saw them. They were belching and laughing, talking to each other in bragging tones. Debby crept up behind some bushes near a bend in the stream and peered around it.

"That's nothing. I almost choked this one to death, and when I shot, the cum was running out of her mouth like Niagara Falls. She couldn't swallow it fast enough, man."

"Shit, I wish I'd seen that. I'd have stuck her while she was choking on your load. I love to watch a chick suck hard cock while I'm ramming her pussy from behind."

"Like a bull, man."

"Shit, yeah. I'm just as horny as a bull and I fuck like one."

Both boys laughed. They were a pair of muscular, grubby-looking, sun-tanned teenagers, both with bushy, sun-bleached hair that covered their ears and half-hid their eyes. They were sprawled out on towels on the sand, both of them stark naked, both of them masturbating with one hand while clutching a sweaty can of beer in the other. The smell of the beer and their sweat and their moist, uncut cocks rode on the breeze and whirled through Debby's head. The sight turned her on so much that she pulled off her clothes in a hurry and started jerking off her pussy.

"Man, I'd give anything for some hot pussy right now," said one boy. He took a guzzle of beer. His right hand jerked up and down, unpeeling the foreskin from his cockhead again and again. Lube bubbled out of his pisshole and seeped down under his foreskin. His prickhead gleamed with the slick fluid and his foreskin made squashing sounds as he worked it up and down.

The other boy dumped some beer on his own lube-greasy cock-knob. The beer ran down his cock and over his brown, sweaty balls. As his hand worked up and down, his grubby toes worked sensuously. "I'd like to shove this hog down some pretty girl's throat and watch her choke on it."

Debby's eyes filled with tears of lust and her vision blurred. Her tongue dangled out, dripping, her mouth starving for a taste of those big, slick cocks. The boys were half the size of Mike, but their cocks looked almost as big as his, and the potent male smell of their sweaty bodies made Debby drunk.

"Jesus, I'm gonna come pretty quick!" moaned one of the boys, his hand and toes working faster.

"You already came twice, you bastard. Save it. We got a lot of beer left to drink and a long afternoon to kill. Don't burn yourself out, man."

"Hell, I can come six, maybe seven times before I'm fucked out, man."

"Your balls are gonna shrivel up like prunes and fall off one of these days, cock-beater."

"I wouldn't be hauling on this hog if I could find a hot mouth to shove it in. Shit, I'm so fucking close!"

Debby was close too. In fact, she would have come if a dog hadn't suddenly bounded out of the bushes behind her and started snarling. With a shriek, she stumbled forward, her bare feet kicking up sand.

The boys jumped up, their cocks wagging like heavy clubs, their eyes gaping with surprise. Debby ran toward them, screaming as the dog nipped at her heels.

"Shithead!" bellowed one of the boys. "Get the hell out of here, Shithead. Go find yourself a bitch." He ran at the hound and kicked at it. The dog whimpered and ran off into the bushes. "Stupid hound! We can't go anywhere without him sniffing us out."