Chapter 8

Her first day at the fair convinced her that she hadn't dreamed anything, that everything that had happened on the bus trip down and in the barn last night, was as real as the nipples on her tits. The state fair, more than anything else, was a place for free and uninhibited sex. The grounds were completely unchaperoned. Boys and girls french kissed on the midway, shoving hands down each other's pants and groping cocks and cunts. As Denise wandered around with her group, almost every boy she saw flirted with her, and she knew that every one of them would fuck her if she gave them the chance. She felt like part of her Young Farmers group now, and she enjoyed being with the other kids.

After breakfast in the mess hall, where Denise's group dined with the other YF groups at the fair, they spent the morning shoveling manure and feeding the animals. By noon the barn looked neat and clean. Fairgoers and judges wandered in and out of the open barn, so the kids were on their best behavior--perfect little ladies and gentlemen, clean-living, hard-working farm kids. As Denise swept the center aisle of the barn clean, she smiled to herself, wondering what all these judges and fairgoers would think if they'd have walked into the barn last night, after hours.

The kids wandered around the fair in the afternoon, leaving just a few of the group behind to baby-sit the animals. During the course of the afternoon, Denise became more and more bold, daring to look boys in the eye as she passed them on the midway. When they gave her the once-over, their eyes lingering on her tits and on her bare legs and feet, Denise felt a rush of excitement in her loins. For the first time in her life, she was eating up the attention being given her by the boys. They all wanted her-- wanted to fuck her--and that thrilled her.

It was late afternoon when she couldn't stand waiting anymore. She needed a quick fuck, and she was going to get it. As her group had wandered the midway, she'd seen some of them slip away from time to time, only to return to the group later, red faced and smirking with satisfaction. There was no secret about where they'd gone and what they'd done. They'd sneaked off behind the midway game joints for some quick sex.

"How was she?" Denise had heard boys ask their returning buddies more than once. "She sucked like a calf," was one answer to the question. "Tight but slippery," was another.

Watching her companions slip away, hearing their comments when they returned to the group, Denise started to feel as if she really were missing out. So, her pussy throbbing like her heart, she caught the eye of a cute, shy-looking boy near the Ferris wheel, and she approached him.

"Hi," she said.

The kid blushed, mumbling a "hi" in return.

Her anxiety lessened as she realized that she was in control. The kid looked sheepish and embarrassed, his brown eyes were nearly hiding behind a thick brown forelock. He was a skinny boy in jeans and running shoes. His shirt was stuffed in his back pocket.

She stroked his tanned chest, grinning at him, and he started to shake, as if he might faint. She licked her lips.

"Come on, let's go for a walk," she said.

"Sure," the boy mumbled. "I mean, all right, sure."

She took him by the hand and led him to the area of game tents where she'd seen kids from her group go. His hand was sweating as she led him between two tents and out behind them.

Off the midway, the fair grounds in this area were thick with camping tents and house trailers. Denise wasn't sure where to take the boy. They surely couldn't just pull down their pants and start fucking. There were people wandering around back here. Denise led the boy aimlessly for a minute before a tent nearby popped open and Peggy crawled out, followed by a shirtless young man with tattoos on his arms.

Peggy took one look at Denise and the boy and she smirked. "It's all yours, babe. Nobody's home." She eyed Denise's boy like a tigress appraising potential prey. "Cute, but too skinny for my tastes. Have fun with him, bitch." She laughed, walking away with the tattooed young man, her hand massaging his bare lower back, then sliding into his jeans to rub his ass. She mumbled something to the young man, and he laughed.

"Who's she?" the boy asked Denise.

"Just a dumb girl I know," Denise said. "Come on." She dropped down and crawled into the tent, the boy right behind her.

It was a fairly large tent, with a screen window to let in air and light. Once inside, it would have been possible to stand up in the tent, but Denise had no need to.

"It stinks in here," the boy said.

Haven't you ever smelled cunt? Denise thought, because that was what the air smelled like. Not only that, the floor of the tent was wet with fuck-juices.

"Take off your pants and shoes," Denise said, ignoring the boy's comment. Sitting, she took off her T-shirt and jeans, which were all she was wearing.

The boy breathed like a bellows, his hands shaky as he undressed. He wore neither socks nor underwear, so he stripped completely almost before Denise had. His cock, seven inches long and straight as an arrow, throbbed against his shiny brown belly, pointing straight up.

Denise grabbed his prick, the excitement racing through her. "Cute," she mumbled.

The boy stroked her tits. "They're big. Can I suck 'em?" He didn't wait for Denise to answer, but leaned over and started munching on Denise's nipples.

Denise's cunt did flip-flops as the boy sucked her tits. The hot juice started running out of her pussy and pooling on the vinyl floor of the tent. She felt the boy's cock swelling in her hand, growing even harder. She let go of it for fear that he'd shoot off--fast, like that donkey last night.

"That's enough," she said, pushing the boy away. "Don't bite 'em off, huh?"

The boy sat up, panting as if he'd just run a race. His face was flushed, and he was sweating. "Sorry, it's just that I never sucked a girl's tits before."

"Did you ever fuck a girl before?"

The boy shook his head sheepishly. "Nope," he said, as if embarrassed.

Denise felt a surge of excitement and elation. The boy was a virgin, just like she'd been yesterday. It thrilled her to realize that she was going to initiate him. She felt like a pro at sex, as if she'd been fucking all her life. She wondered what the boy's reaction would be if she told him that she'd fucked a donkey last night.

"Lay down on your back," she said. "I'll ride you." She tried to sound experienced even though she'd never ridden a boy before. She'd seen girls do it in the woods, though, and on the bus and in the barn last night. She was dying to try it, herself.

The boy stretched out on his back, pillowing his head in his clasped hands as if he were about to receive a massage. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His prickhead pecked at his navel, leaking fuck-lube into it.

"Just relax," Denise said seductively. She was shaking just as hard as the boy was, but she fought to control herself. She wanted to give him the impression that she'd done this hundreds of times.