When she woke up, the trucker was on his feet, fully dressed, and buttoning up his shirt. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. The clearing was in shade.
"Baby, I'd love to fuck you again, but I've gotta run. I'm way behind schedule. I get through this neck of the woods about every two weeks, and I'm always horny for teenage pussy, so I hope you and me'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
He dropped down and gave Debby a kiss on the mouth. Then he slid down and gave her a kiss on the cunt, taking a long lick between her cuntlips and sucking on her clit. Debby moaned, arching up, rubbing her cunt in his mouth. He groped his cock through his pants.
"Jesus Christ!" he said. "I've really gotta run." He undid his pants and hauled out his raging erection. "Mmmmmn, honey!"
His tongue slipped up Debby's cunt.
Debby lay with her legs spread, squirming luxuriously as the girl-hungry trucker licked out her cunt. She watched his hand jerk the foreskin up and down his cock. Her toes curled sensuously and in a short time, she gasped and forced her juicing cunt deeper into the trucker's mouth.
She moaned as the liquid spasms washed through her loins in wave after wave of teen ecstasy. The trucker's eyes rolled back and started shooting, spurting his cum all over the blanket as he sucked the tart-sweet fuck-juices out of Debby's spasming pussy.
"Christ!" said the trucker, struggling to his feet and zipping up. "I gotta go, baby, I really do. Please come around again so we can fuck some more."
He gave her another kiss, then stumbled out of the clearing.
"I'll be back in two weeks, honey," he called back. "Two weeks."
"Your blanket," Debby said, but he was gone.
Before she got dressed, Debby crouched on the blanket and lapped up the man's sweet, thick cum. She loved the stuff.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Debby could hardly sit still through supper that evening, thinking about the trucker and his big thick cock sliding in and out of her throat, in and out of her cunt, in and out of her asshole. She could still taste it, could still feel it sliding between her lips, between her cunt-slabs, between the tight, stretched rings of her asspucker. She played footsie with herself under the supper table and shimmied her bare legs together, working her swollen pussylips together under the tight material of her shorts. She glanced at her father from time to time, wondering if he had a cock as big and smelly as that trucker. Her father and that trucker were about the same age, she decided – now that she had the chance to really look at her father again – and her father, for some reason, didn't look quite so old as he used to. She found herself wondering what it would be like to fuck him.
"Young lady, you look feverish again," her mother said, eyeing her suspiciously from across the table. "I do hope you're not coming down with some kind of bug. I need you up and about to help me, start the canning next week."
"I feel fine," Debby said.
"Maybe it's all that bicycle riding, wearing you out. You ought to take a nap in the afternoon instead of flying all over the county on that newfangled contraption your father insisted on buying you." Debby's mother threw a pointed glance at Debby's father.
"She looks fit as a fiddle to me," Debby's father said. "A might sunburned maybe, but otherwise fit as a riddle."
"You'll get wrinkles from all that sun," Debby's mother warned her. "Wrinkles and skin cancer, that's what the sun will do to you if you don't watch yourself. When I was a girl we didn't have time to go out and get fancy tans and ride bicycles. Me and my sisters were too busy staying indoors where we belonged, helping our dear, over-worked mother."
Debby glanced at her father, who was shaking his head. They smiled at each other. Debby noticed her father's eyes slide toward her tits for a moment, and she blushed. The man chugged down the rest of his coffee and hurriedly got up from the table, muttering about some chores he had to finish up in the barn.
"I've got some sewing to do upstairs," Debby's mother said after Debby's father had left. "You clear the table and do the dishes."
"Yes, ma'am," Debby said.
The moment Debby's mother had left the kitchen and was heading upstairs, Debby quietly slipped out the back door and headed for the barn. She wanted to ask her father's permission to go out bike riding after she finished the dishes. She knew that if she'd asked at the supper table, her mother would have flatly refused.
She circled around behind the barn into the sunlight of early evening. There was a good two hours of daylight left, enough time to head down to the bridge where Rusty and Bill might be fishing. She was sure they'd take time out from casting their lines to casting their cocks up her pussy or ass.
At the open barn door, Debby stopped abruptly. She heard her dad muttering to himself and she peered around the edge of the door frame to see what was up. What she saw made her heart race and her knees shake. She wondered if she was seeing things.
Her dad was standing with his profile to her, his eyes closed, his right arm jerking. In his hand he gripped his big, uncut prick, a prick smaller than the trucker's cock, but large nevertheless. As he pounded his swollen rod of fuckmeat, he sniffed a pair of girl's panties, muttering to himself and breathing heavily.
Debby's eyes popped. She'd discovered that not only did her father have a cock, which he evidently knew how to take care of, but that those panties he was sniffing were her own! She'd peeled them off just last night and had tossed them in the clothes chute that went down to the basement. He must have rummaged through the dirty clothes down there to find them.
"Baby, yeahhh!" her dad mumbled, his voice low. "Big tits! Sexy ass! Sweet pussy!"
His right hand jerked wildly on his cock and lube dripped from his pisshole. He started chewing and sucking on the crotch of Debby's panties.
Debby licked her lips, imagining herself taking a taste of her father's big horny man-cock. Her right hand slipped down into her shorts and her fingers slid between her swollen cuntlips. She was greasy and wet between the pussylips, and as her fingers slid against her clit, she had to bite her lips to keep from moaning. Her middle finger slipped up her cunt.
"Baby!" her dad moaned, pounding his cock fiercely, sucking the pussycream out of Debby's panties. "Sweet baby!"
He thrust his loins forward, working his cock in and out of his sliding fist. His asscheeks contracted under his snug jeans. Fucklube dribbled over his knuckles.
Debby squirmed, her toes curling against the dirt and straw, her eyes rolling, her middle finger twisting in her pussy. She imagined herself on her knees in front of her father, her lust-glazed eyes turned up toward him, her tongue hanging out as her dad beat off in front of her, dripping cocklube on her tits, getting ready to shoot off all over her face and in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!" her dad groaned, and jism spurted from his cock, splashing in hot wads on the concrete floor of the barn. "Ohhhhh baaaaby!"
He worked his loins rhythmically, yanking his foreskin up and down as his quivering, bucking cock shot stream after stream of spunk onto the straw-strewn barn floor.
Debby twirled her middle finger inside herself and felt her eyes roll back. The fuck pleasure tightened in her loins and burst in delicious, liquid spasms. Her tingling toes dug into the dirt and hot pussycream gushed into her hand. She nearly fell over.
Her dad milked the last cum out of his piss-tube and flung off the gobs that had stuck to his fingers. He pulled a handkerchief out of his hip pocket and wiped off his knuckles and cock. Before he zipped up, Debby slipped back out of sight.
She ran back around the side of the barn and waited a few moments, catching her breath. Then she stepped back in sight of the barn door, calling, "Dad! Daddy, are you around?"