"Hi, Bambi."
"Hi, Billy Bob."
"Whatcha doing?"
"Just wandering."
"Wanna go skinny-dipping?"
"Why not?"
"Let's go down by the creek?"
"You fishing?"
"I might, might not."
"I'll bait your hook."
"I thought worms grossed girls out."
"Nothing grosses me out, Billy Bob Phelan," Bambi Starr said.
"My friend Arnold told me about you and him," Billy Bob Phelan said.
"I figured Arnold did not know how to keep his mouth shut."
"Is all of that stuff Arnold told me true?" the young man asked.
"I doubt if Arnold is smart enough to make up anything wilder than what we did," the amoral female said.
"Wow."
They were down by the creek. Billy Bob Phelan set down his fishing rod.
"I see you are packing two kinds of rods," the girl said.
"What do you mean?"
"You have a rod inside your pants," the amoral female said.
"Oh yeah," Billy Bob Phelan said – and then he blushed brightly.
"Are we going skinny-dipping or what?" the amoral female said.
"Yeah, by all means," Billy Bob Phelan exclaimed happily.
Bambi Starr removed her top and her tits bobbed free in the sun. So white.
Nipples so red.
Off came her shorts. Bambi Starr was wearing no underwear. Bambi Starr liked the way Billy Bob Phelan was staring at her.
"Billy Bob?"
"Yeah?"
"You are staring."
"Yeah."
"You are staring with your clothes still on," Bambi Starr said.
"On, sorry," Billy Bob Phelan said, and he got naked quickly.
"That is a healthy cock you have got there," the girl said.
"Thanks. I think you could give a dead man a boner," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck, yeah. I think you could make a dead man come, baby."
"I think we had better go swimming. The water is cool," she said.
"Are you trying to cool me off?" Billy Bob Phelan questioned.
"Only temporarily, Billy Bob Phelan," the amoral female said.
They splashed into the water laughing like innocent children.
They splashed water at each other. Then Billy Bob Phelan got out of the water fast and ran for Bambi Starr's clothes.
His cock stood at attention ridiculously before his loins as he did this and the country floozie could not help but laugh.
"What are you doing?" she said.
Billy Bob Phelan grabbed her cut-offs and held them to his face.
"What, the fuck are you doing, Billy Bob Phelan?" Bambi Starr asked.
"I am smelling the crotch of your drawers," the young man said.
"For God's sake why?" Bambi Starr asked, thoroughly confused.
"I want to find out what your cunt smells like," he said.
"You are SO silly."
"Why do you say that?"
"You are going through all of this trouble to smell by shorts when you have the real thing right here?" she said.
"Oh yeah…"
"Are you frightened?"
"A little."
"Why?"
"You are so experienced."
"And you?"
"I have none."
"I will teach you."
"Really?"
"Sure, Billy Bob Phelan. Come here and sniff my cunt," she said. Bambi Starr got out of the water and stood naked. Proud.
"Come here, baby," she said.
"All right," he said.
"Don't be shy."
"I'm not."
"Don't lie either."
"Sorry."
"Kneel before me."
"Oh, Bambi…"
"Kneel before me."
"Yes." He knelt.
"Sniff my cunt."
Billy Bob Phelan sniffed.
"Like that smell?"
"Oh God…"
"Do you like the scent?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to taste me?"
"Yes."
"Eat my cunt."
"Can I?"
"I desire it."
"Munch my twat."
Bambi Starr felt him obey. Billy Bob Phelan made her come with his tongue.
Joey Valentine was an old friend of Bambi Starr's. They had fucked many times. They knew all about each other.
It was a Friday night.
A hot Friday night. "I want to fuck so bad that I can taste it," Bambi Starr said.
"Where do you want to go to fuck?" Joey Valentine asked.
"Let's go out in old man Potter's barn," the amoral female said.
"Okay," Joey Valentine said.
"We can do it in the hay."
"Sounds great."
They held hands as they walked quickly to the barn. Old man Potter had died and the place was abandoned. No one ever went there because it was too creepy. Except for Bambi Starr and Joey Valentine. They weren't scared of shit.
"Sure is dark," she said when they got into the hay in the back of the barn.
"We do not have to see anything. We have each other memorized."
"Just make sure you leave your clothes in a neat pile, so we don't lose anything."
"It's a good thing that we aren't wearing much in the first place."
They quickly undressed and found each other by the sound of their heartbeats.
"Ummmmm," Bambi Starr said as they pressed together and kissed.
"I love the way your tits feel against my chest," he said.
"I love the way your cock feel against my belly," she said.
"I want to take you from behind," Joey Valentine said eagerly.
"You want to fuck me doggie-style?" the amoral female said.
"We are behaving like animals…" the handsome young man said.
"That is true," Bambi Starr concurred wholeheartedly.
"We might as well fuck like animals!" Joey Valentine said.
Bambi Starr got on her hands and knees in the hay and Joey Valentine knelt at her rear. The nymphomaniac was purring.
"Give it to me…"
"Yeah, baby."
"Give me your cock."
"Here it is."
Joey Valentine shoved his prick into Bambi Starr's pink gash.
"Deeper!"
Joey Valentine shoved his big cock, all the way into her twat.
"Fuck me!"
Joey Valentine fucked her hard and fast until her inner cunt spasmed.
"Coming!" the amoral female said.
CHAPTER TWO
"You want to come over to my house?" Bambi Starr asked the boy.
Freckle-faced boy. His name was Connie Lancaster. Bambi Starr thought he was cute. Of course. He wore pants. He was cute.
"It's okay?" the boy asked.
"No sweat."
"What about your folks?"
"Daddy's run off."
"Mom."
"She's drunk. She won't give a shit what we do," Bambi Starr said.
"Sure, I'll come over."
Bambi Starr lived in a shack.
When Connie Lancaster and Bambi Starr entered Bambi's mom was drunk as usual, sitting on the floor, an almost empty bottle of booze in her hand. She hiccupped. The woman was a wreck, but Connie Lancaster could see that she was still quite beautiful.
"Mommy, I want you to go to your room now," Bambi Starr said.
"Why?"
"I have a friend over," Bambi Starr said to Mommy.
"I see."
"You go for a walk out back or something," Bambi Starr said.
"Why? So you can fuck in my house?" Mommy asked, slurring her words.
"Well, yeah."
"I'm staying."
"You don't want us to fuck?"
"I want to watch you fuck," she said.
"Sorry about this," Bambi Starr said to Connie Lancaster.
"I say we let the hag watch," Connie Lancaster said with a smirk.
"Okay," Bambi Starr agreed. The nymphomaniac's pussy was doing the thinking for her.
"Let's get naked," Connie Lancaster said.
"Right," Bambi Starr said.
They stripped hurriedly.
"Ummmmm, big dick," she said.
"Fantastic boobs," he replied.
"My boobs are aching."
"Why?" he asked.
"They need to be touched."
"Like this?" he asked.