Frank Brown: Free for all farmgirl

It was a hot Sunday morning on the farm, and Debby giggled to herself over having managed to avoid church for once. She sat on the swing in the front yard, dressed in nothing but her turquoise-blue shorts and a pink blouse, her tanned legs and feet glinting satiny in the sunlight, her sandy-blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders as she swung and twirled on the swing, which was suspended from a limb of a tall pine tree. As she played on the swing, she was able to look down – past the nearby road and out over the valley. Behind her was the house and barn and the other farm buildings belonging to her parents, and beyond them were the pastures and fields. Sandstone bluffs stood boldly out of the side of a hill where the family property met the horizon.

"I'm free!" Debby squealed, kicking her legs up and wide as she swung forward. She laughed as the air rushed into her half-open blouse and tickled her well-developed teenage tits.

This was the first time in her life she'd managed to avoid going to church with her parents on a Sunday morning. She dreaded going to Sunday school, and then to the endless church service during which the minister ranted and raved at the congregation, terrorizing everybody with threats of damnation and hellfire. Then there was the church social afterwards, during which she was always forced to sit with her mother and all her mother's lady-friends, listening to their gossip and answering their prying questions. It was those gossipy, prying old witches who had gotten her best friend Roxanne banned from the church – not that Roxanne gave a damn – and who were also responsible for Debby's parents forbidding Debby ever to speak to Roxanne again.

"Dumb old cows!" Debby shouted, thinking of those nosy old biddies. She couldn't imagine that any of them had ever been young like her and Roxanne. She couldn't imagine how they'd ever managed to have kids – probably through artificial insemination, or virgin births. They all thought themselves as holy as the Virgin Mary anyway.

Debby jumped off the swing. She had the itch to do something forbidden. She'd already pretended to be deathly ill, which had gotten her out of church this morning. Her mother had felt her flushed forehead and had decided that Debby actually did have a fever. If she'd actually had any fever it had come from thinking about some of the things Roxanne had told her about before Roxanne had been torn from her life. Debby could hardly imagine that any of those things Roxanne had told her were true, but they sure were intriguing, and they got her all hot and bothered.

Debby clutched her pussy through her shorts. She felt like going into the house and jerking off – something Roxanne had taught her how to do. Then she realized that this morning she could actually call Roxanne. For once she could talk on the phone without one of her parents being within ear-shot. For once all the nosy, eavesdropping old biddies who shared the party line were safely it church. Her heart slamming with excitement, she bounded barefoot up the front steps of the house and across the front porch and through the screen door, letting it slam shut behind her as she'd never dared do when her parents were home.

She dialed Roxanne's number and a sleepy voice answered.

"Roxanne?"

"Debby?" The voice perked up. "I don't believe it! You're still alive. I haven't heard your voice in over a month."

"I got out of going to church this morning," Debby said. "I'm home all alone, so I had to call you."

"I miss you," Roxanne said. "I can't wait for school to start so we can see each other again."

"Me neither," said Debby. "What've you been doing?"

"What haven't I been doing!" said Roxanne.

"You're still going out with men?"

"Baby, nothing's gonna stop me from going out with men. I don't care if the folks kick me out of the house. I got lots of guys just dying for me to move in with them – guys in town, even traveling guys I met at the wayside."

Debby shoved her right hand down her shorts and shoved her middle finger up her cunt. "You're still fucking?"

"The day I stop fucking is the day I stop breathing," Roxanne said. "Neither nosy old church bags, nor a grouchy old minister, nor my church-brainwashed parents are gonna stop me from fucking hot cock. What about you, baby? You fucked any cock yet?"

"No," Debby said, plunging her finger in and out of her wet pussy and breathing hotly.

"Still using the old finger, huh," Roxanne said. "Well, at least I taught you something about what a pussy's for. You done any bareback riding lately?"

"Whenever I get the chance," Debby said.

"Stripped?"

"Yes," Debby said, panting as she finger-fucked herself.

"Wish I could join you," Roxanne said. "I really loved it when we used to ride naked on the same stallion, me behind you with my arms around you, our legs spread around the stallion's flanks, our pussies getting off from the bouncing."

"Oh, Roxanne!" Debby moaned, the pussy-cream leaking from her throbbing fuckhole and dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

"Are you jacking off right now?" Roxanne said.

"Uh-huh!" Debby grunted.

"You get turned on so easily, girl. What you need is a real fuck – a big hot man-cock stuck right up your pussy – like I had stuck up my pussy last night."

"Whose cock?" said Debby.

"Some trucker I met at the wayside. He banged me in his big semi cab. I rode his horny cock for over an hour. Jesus, was he excited! Nearly had a heart attack! He really gets off on teenaged pussy. Never met a man who doesn't."

"Roxanne, you're driving me crazy!" Debby moaned.

"You oughta go out with me sometime, girl. Me and you could be a team – fuck the brains out of some horny stud."

"I wish I could." Debby pushed down her shorts and panties, letting them rest around her ankles. As she finger-fucked herself, she shimmied her bare legs together. One of her bare feet rested on top of the other, her toes working sensuously against each other.

"Too bad you don't drive," said Roxanne. "The wayside's only about eight miles from your place."

"Even if I drove, they'd never let me go out alone in the car or pickup. They watch me like hawks, both of them. It's hard enough just going off horseback riding by myself."

"I'd love to see you out bareback riding with no clothes on," said Roxanne. "You've got the biggest, sexiest tits, and I love to see 'em jiggle and bounce. And I love to watch you rub your pussy against a stallion's back. When you come your eyes roll back and you just about faint and fall off."

"I miss you so much," said Debby. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey. Just as soon as school starts we'll be together again. They can't keep us apart in school."

"I hope not." Holding the phone receiver against her ear with her shoulder, Debby used her freed left hand to reach up under her blouse and massage her tits. Her bumpy cherries rippled silky and hot against her fingers.

"I got my finger in my cunt," Roxanne said. "I'm really juicy – got that trucker's jizz still leaking out of me. Man, did he shoot! I got him off at least three times."

"Did it feel good?"

"There's nothing like it," said Roxanne. "Nothing like a big, hot, rock-hard cock bucking and spurting inside your pussy. Or in your mouth. Or up your asshole."

"You talk so dirty," Debby said. She was sure Roxanne was making up everything. She tried to imagine Roxanne doing all those wicked, impossible things with men, but she could hardly do so.

"You love me to talk dirty," Roxanne said. "That's why you called me up. You want to hear about all the naughty things I've done so you can get all excited and jerk off. How're you doing? You almost there?"