"I love to watch a girl jack off," Bill said, tugging his foreskin up and down, rubbing his sweaty balls with his free hand.
Rusty nudged Debby's tits with his toes, tweaking her nipples and making her squirm. "Me too, man. And this girl is hot!"
Debby was ready to come in no time, but she held off, massaging her clit gently as she waited for the boys to catch up. When they started spurting, she'd bring herself off.
The boys squatted slightly, thrusting their hips forward, massaging their balls with one hand as they beat their cocks with the other hand. Their cocks appeared to swell larger and larger, their veins bulging, their knobs ballooning and flushing nearly purple with excitement. Their balls swelled. Their lube dripped. Their hands beat rhythmically, foreskins sliding over lube-slick knobs.
"Shit, I'm coming!" Rusty groaned. His eyes rolled back and his spunk shot out in a white stream that splatted all over Debby's tits and belly. "Yeah!"
The farmboy pumped his cock, spurting his cum again and again, jacking off all over Debby.
"Here I come!" Bill moaned, and he started spurting too. His loins thrust with each ejaculation, his big cock pumping out stream after stream of slimy white jism, which fell on Debby's tits and face.
The cum of both boys was slick and hot, and to Debby it felt like huge drops of hot rain splatting all over her. She squirmed in the rain of teenage cum and brought her pussy to a climax.
"Ooooooooh, I'm coming!" She writhed on the blanket, her naked body covered with cum, her toes clutching, her right hand jerking between her thighs. As her orgasm intensified, she wrapped her legs around each other, squeezing her hand between them, rolling from side to side on the blanket as the luscious spasms gnawed through her loins and spread throughout her body.
"You've gotta lick the cum off yourself," Bill said to Debby after they'd all stopped coming.
"Yeah," Rusty said, "you've gotta be like a cat now and clean yourself up. Start licking up that slime."
Debby giggled drunkenly. She wiped some spunk off her tits and sucked it off her hand.
"She loves the stuff," Bill said.
"That's good," Rusty said, "'cause she's got lots to eat."
Debby licked the cum off her tits. She wiped the cum off her face and ate it. She kept mopping up cum with her hand and eating it until she'd swallowed every sticky droplet on her body. She had a bellyful of cum now – and an assholeful, and a cuntful.
The boys weren't done with her yet. Before they all got dressed and went home for supper, both boys jacked off simultaneously into Debby's mouth, and Debby swallowed every drop. She couldn't get enough of the salty, sappy, spunky taste.
"There's lots more where that came from," Bill said, wiping the oozing tip of his cock on Debby's cheek. "Anytime you're hungry, this cock's ready to feed you."
"And anytime you wanna fuck," Rusty said, "this prick's ready to fuck you."
Debby was thankful for the long bike ride home. It helped her work the alcohol out of her system and gave her a chance to cool off.
I'm a lucky girl, she mused. Now I've got three neighbor guys to fuck me – Mike, and two horny farmboys. And they've all got such big hot pricks.
She smacked her lips and salivated.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Debby was dying to tell Roxanne about all that had been happening to her, and she kept waiting for the chance to give Roxanne a quick call. If she was caught talking to Roxanne, all hell would break loose. Her parents would probably punish her by taking her bike away. And if her parents overheard what she had to say to Roxanne, it would be the end of her. They'd probably cage her up in the bull pen and feed her on bread and water for the rest of her life.
Her mother never left the house for more than a few minutes at a time. It was as if the woman sensed what Debby was up to and would never go out of earshot of the phone. All Friday morning, Debby waited for her chance, and each time she even made a move toward the phone, her mother returned from where she'd been in the house or yard, her ears alert to every sound. If Debby so much as picked up the receiver, her mother would hear her. Debby was ready to scream.
At lunch her mother said, "You've been out on that bike an awful lot lately, young lady. Where have you been going?"
"All over," Debby said. "Up and down the road. It sure keeps me in shape."
"You'd keep in just as good shape offering to do a few extra chores around here," her mother said.
"Leave her alone," Debby's father said. "She does her share around here."
Her mother scowled at her father and looked back at Debby. "Met anybody out on the road?"
"Like who?" Debby asked.
"Like anybody," said her mother. "Boys, for instance."
"No," Debby said, which was true. She hadn't met anybody on the road itself. "No boys. Nobody."
"You watch yourself, young lady," her mother said. "There's boys around here that are up to no good."
"Leave her alone," said Debby's father. "You think every boy in the world is up to no good."
"It's a fact," said her mother. "I don't trust one of them. And if you had any sense, you wouldn't either. And that goes for you too, young lady."
After doing lunch dishes and her afternoon chores, Debby took off on her bike before her mother found extra chores for her to do, and she rode hard, in the direction of Mike's place, only she didn't expect to see Mike today. Her destination was a spot three miles past Mike's place on an adjoining county highway – the wayside where Roxanne claimed to hang out, one of the places where Roxanne claimed to meet men. She was hoping Roxanne would be there.
As usual, Mike's place looked deserted, like an abandoned farm. Debby stopped to peek in the mailbox, which was empty except for a magazine on bicycling, then continued on toward the wayside. In a short time, she was there.
The wayside consisted of a grassy lawn, a few picnic tables, a well with a pump handle, and an outbuilding back near the woods. A young family sat at one of the picnic tables. The family's car and a semi-trailer truck were the only vehicles parked in the parking lot. Debby's heart sank. She didn't see Roxanne anywhere.
She parked her bike near the outbuilding and went into the women's section to pee. She didn't know how Roxanne ever managed to meet men in the backwoods dump like this wayside. What did Roxanne do, sit on a picnic table and flash her bare legs at passing cars? Maybe, as Debby had suspected, Roxanne actually had been making up all those wild stories. For all Debby knew, Roxanne was still a virgin.
The women's section of the outbuilding – which smelled like the outhouse it was, making Debby wrinkle her nose – housed four wooden toilet stalls. The only light came from a skylight in the roof overhead. Debby went into one of the middle stalls, dropped her shorts, and plopped her naked ass on the wooden stool. She pissed quickly, wanting to get out of there before a spider or something bit her. She discovered there wasn't any toilet paper, and when she stood up without wiping herself, some piss dribbled down the insides of her thighs.
"Psss! Hey baby, wanna have a little fun?"
Debby caught her breath and swung around.
She found herself staring at a big round hole in the wall just behind the toilet stool, and framed in the hole was the leering face of a man, a man at least as old as her father. She stared at him, wide-eyed.
"You sure are a pretty little thing!" the man whispered. He showed her his fat, wet tongue. "I'd sure like to lick your pussy!"
Debby was shocked. She didn't know what to say. She started to shake and her legs turned rubbery. Her heart was pounding.