Chapter 2

Her blouse had come open another few buttons, but Debby didn't care. Who would see her half-naked tits out here? Even though the front yard went right up to the road, and even though her swing was only thirty feet or so from the road, so few cars passed by this old back road that she could probably swing naked without having to worry about somebody catching her. She lived back in the sticks, as the expression went. The nearest neighbor was a half mile away.

She spread her bare legs, pointing her toes as she swung. The sunny air licked at her inner thighs, drying the pussycream that had dribbled down them. Her cunt tingled, throbbing pleasantly. Her asshole throbbed too. She may have jerked off only minutes ago, but she was still horny, and she thought about going out back to round up one of the stallions for a bareback ride into the woods below the bluffs. Once out of sight of the house she would strip off her clothes and let the rhythmic rolling and jolting of the stallion's back between her legs bring her off. She wasn't supposed to go out riding without permission--which her parents often refused to give her--but her parents were at church and wouldn't return for hours.

She brought the swing to a stop and squeezed her legs together. Her bare feet rubbed in the dust. She felt so horny and wicked. It seemed that everyday she felt more and more horny, and less and less satisfied with jerking off. She had to jerk off more and more. The thought now of going out riding naked on a bareback stallion made her dizzy with excitement. She was so excited that she was tempted to stick her finger up her cunt right here on the swing and jerk off in the front yard. Keeping her legs squeezed together, she closed her eyes and made the swing spin, which got her even dizzier.

"Hello!"

Debby's eyes shot open and she nearly flipped off the swing. For a few moments, the world spun and she saw only a blur. When she finally got both the swing and her head to stop spinning, she was astounded to see a shirtless young man on a racing bike cruising by on the road. He gave her a wave and a smile.

Debby waved back, gawking at his bronzed muscles. She'd never seen a man so muscular. He wore nothing but a white biking cap, a pair of black biking shoes, and black biking shorts. The muscles of his tanned legs looked like powerful pistons. She thought he must be one of those guys from the Olympics, but what was he doing out here?

The young man kept glancing back at her as he pedaled up the rise in the road and disappeared over the top of the hill, gone as quickly and silently as he'd appeared.

Debby squirmed, her toes wriggling and crossing. Her cunt pulsated. The sight of the young man had sent electricity through her. She wanted to hug him, to feel his hard body against her, to slide her hands in the sweat that gleamed on his bronze, sculpted muscles. More and more the sight of males made her want to do wild things, forbidden things. Suddenly, she found herself wondering what the biker's cock looked like. Although she'd once glimpsed the cocks of some young boys skinny dipping in the creek near Roxanne's farm, she'd never seen a fully developed teenage or adult cock. Were men's cocks really as big as Roxanne claimed they were?

To Debby's shock, the biker suddenly reappeared over the hill, heading back in her direction, and in seconds he'd glided to a stop at the side of the road just below her swing. She could hardly meet his eyes with her own. She felt herself blushing. She hoped he couldn't read the embarrassing thoughts that were still sliding through her mind.

"Could I trouble you for a fill up?" The biker pulled the plastic water bottle off its holder on the frame of his bike and held it out. "I'm all out, and it's a hot day."

"You want water?" Debby managed to say.

"You got it," the biker said. He glanced up toward the house. "That is, if your parents don't mind sparing me some."

"My parents are at church," Debby said.

"You home baby-sitting or something?"

"I'm home alone," Debby said.

The biker's face brightened.

"My name's Mike," he said. "Now, how about that water?"

Somehow, as if by magic, Debby suddenly found herself in the kitchen with Mike. She'd gone into a sort of trance as he'd swung his muscular leg over the bike and dismounted, and suddenly she was filling up his water bottle at the kitchen sink as he stood close enough behind her for her to smell his sweat.

"Nice farm you got here," Mike said. "Beautiful valley. I biked past here once before, but I didn't see you around."

"I was probably doing chores or something," Debby said. She turned off the faucet and handed the man the cold, dripping water bottle.

The man took it and squirted some water in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're a real farmgirl, aren't you? Just like in the movies. I wasn't sure real farmgirls existed anymore. It's nice to know they still do."

Debby blushed, bashfully looking down at her bare feet. She felt the man towering over her. She was barely over five feet tall and he was over six.

"When are your parents coming home, Debby, my girl?" The man took another sip of his water.

"Three or four hours," Debby said sheepishly.

He capped his bottle and wiped his mouth.

"I could use a break," he said. "And I wouldn't mind a tour of this farm, if you'd like to show me around. I'm fascinated by old farms. In fact, I bought myself an old farmhouse about five miles from here as a sort of weekend retreat. The biking out here is fantastic. Perfect training terrain."

"Are you training for the Olympics or something?" Debby asked.

"Don't I wish!" Mike said. "I've raced in some major competitions, but never the Olympics." He put his hand on Debby's shoulder. "You going to give me a tour?"

Debby couldn't have refused the man if she'd wanted to. He was too big and strong, too awesome and overwhelming. She quivered as if her insides had turned to jelly, leading the man out the back door into the barn yard. He had his hand on her upper back, just below her neck, under her silky blonde hair. Her tits bounced in her nearly open blouse, and she was sure Mike could look down and see them. They passed around behind the barn for an unobstructed view of the fields and pastures and horizon, and of the bluffs off to one side.

"What's up there?" Mike said, nodding toward the barn.

"The hayloft," Debby said.

"I find haylofts fascinating," said Mike. "Mind if we go up there and take a look?"

Debby led the man up the steep ramp and through the open door of the hayloft. Flecks of dust danced in the sun's rays that poured in through the open door. A breeze kept the warm air in the loft a tolerable temperature. Hay bales were stacked to the rafters throughout most of the loft, and a mound of wheat-straw gleamed like gold in the sunshine just off to one side of the door.

"Looks like a fun place to have a party," Mike said. "You ever have parties up here, Debby?"

"No," Debby said. Her bare feet padded over the creaking floor boards and onto the carpet of straw at the base of the tall wheat-straw mound. Mike was pushing her, guiding her, and she was responding like a mechanical doll.

"I'm tired," Mike said. "Why don't we sit down for awhile and rest?"

He sat down on the straw and pulled Debby down beside him. He leaned forward and took off his shoes and socks. Then he lay back on the straw, stretching out his muscular frame, and he pulled Debby down with him, so that she lay beside him.

Debby was sure she was dreaming. She couldn't believe she was lying beside a nearly naked man on a bed of straw in her own hayloft. She lay stiffly, staring up at the rafters, afraid to even breathe.

"This is real nice," Mike said. "Real comfortable. And you sure are a pretty farmgirl, Debby. When I came over that hill and first saw you twirling on that swing, I almost fell off my bike. I thought I was seeing a mirage."

Debby tittered self-consciously. Her throat was too dry for speech, and she didn't know what to say anyway. Her heart thudded against her breastbone.

"Yes sir, I thought I was seeing a mirage." Mike rolled toward her. His sweating body rolled on top of her, settling down on her. "Oh, baby!"

Debby felt a steel-hard cylinder pressing against her abdomen through his shorts. His mouth clamped over her lips and his tongue plunged into her own mouth, thrusting against her tongue, tickling her throat. Debby shuddered, her body melting, her cunt contracting so hard she almost came.

Mike broke their kiss. "What a girl! What a gorgeous little farmgirl! I love 'em young! I love 'em sweet as candy and soft as silk! Baby, where have you been all my life?"