Chapter 3
When Debbie arrived at the Palmer home Thursday night to baby sit, she felt very self conscious around the teacher. She realized that Laura Palmer was unaware of what she knew, yet Debbie felt uncomfortable. It amazed her how casual and relaxed Mrs. Palmer was around her home. Debbie knew that the woman had been fucked and sucked by three different men within a twenty four hour period, yet she seemed to be the same charming housewife that Debbie had always known.
Holding the baby in her arms, Laura excitedly told Debbie .about the dinner party they were attending that evening.
"Hi, Debbie," Brent Palmer greeted when he entered the room. "How's my favorite girl tonight?"
"Fine, thanks," she answered, watching Mrs. Palmer move over and affectionately straighten his tie.
"You'll be going to the class picnic next Saturday?" he casually asked.
"Oh, sure."
"Mrs. Palmer is assisting Mr. Williams with the arrangements," he continued, "and I think they intend to put me to work."
"It won't hurt you," Laura laughed. "You'll enjoy it."
Looking up at Mr. Palmer, Debbie visualized the handsome man's mouth buried into her pussy.
"Maybe I can help you," she smiled at him.
"Nonsense," Mrs. Palmer interrupted with a smile. "You children are there to enjoy yourselves and leave the chores up to us old fogies."
"But I'd really like to help," said Debbie, realizing this would give her an opportunity to be around the man she intended to seduce.
"We'll remember that," Laura replied as she handed the baby to Debbie and moved toward the door.
"Yes," her husband smiled, "and we'll be home early."
When they had gone, Debbie stared at the door, wondering how Brent Palmer's cock would feel and taste in her mouth.
Saturday morning arrived and Debbie slipped into the tightest, shortest cut offs she owned. The sides were slit almost to her hips and her cunt was faintly outlined against the tight crotch. Her flat tanned stomach and navel were deliciously exposed between the low slung cut offs and the brief halter that barely covered her firm young tits.
"Good grief!" Mrs. Palmer laughed when she saw Debbie at the picnic. "That's quite a bold outfit."
"It's comfortable and everything's covered," Debbie giggled.
She liked the way Mr. Palmer glanced at her. There was a very appreciative expression in his eyes.
"Hello, Debbie," he smiled. "You look like a breath of spring today."
"Thank you," Debbie replied. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Not right now," Laura smiled. "Mr. Williams and I have to go over and make arrangements for the canoes, but when the truck arrives you can help us unload the supplies."
Smiling, Debbie watched Laura walking toward the lake with Roger Williams.
When they had gone, Debbie sat up on the picnic table. Resting her feet on the long seat, she innocently opened her thighs. She noticed how Brent Palmer glanced down at her tight crotch that was blatantly exposed to him.
"When will the truck be here?" she asked innocently, noticing how his nervous eyes kept glancing down at her revealing cut offs.
"It shouldn't be long," he replied.
Resting her arms on her knees, Debbie began lightly tracing her fingers and nails over the soft flesh of her inner thighs. From the look in Brent's eyes, she was certain he hadn't missed the sensual movements of her fingers.
Shortly after that an old pickup arrived with the load of supplies.
"Are you Mr. Williams?" a fat man asked.
"No, I'm Mr. Palmer."
"Well, I'm supposed to deliver this stuff to a Mr. Williams," continued the driver, struggling to get his girth out of the seat.
"He's gone down to the lake for a few minutes, but you can unload them right here."
"Hell," puffed the lumbering man, "it's not my job to unload it."
"That's all right," Debbie smiled, jumping up onto the bed of the pickup. "I'll just hand them down to you, Mr. Palmer."
"Okay," he smiled as Debbie handed him a box.
Every time she bent over to pick something up, she was aware that the cheeks of her little ass were exposed to Mr. Palmer. Whenever she glanced back, his eyes were staring nervously at her curvaceous ass.
The truck was unloaded only minutes before Laura and Roger Williams returned. For the next hour it was a beehive of activity as the adults, assisted by several students including Don Olsen and Tony Crossetti, set up the serving line.
When the work was completed, they all scattered off to participate in various activities.
"Come on, Debbie," Don called. "Let's go canoeing."
"No, thanks," she smiled. "I'm going to stay here and help."
"That won't be necessary," Laura interrupted. "There isn't anything left to do until after lunch."
"Okay," Debbie smiled, not wanting to make it too obvious that she preferred staying with Laura's husband.
Hand in hand, Debbie ran down to the lake with Don Olsen.
Later in the day, when lunch had been served, much to Don's disappointment, Debbie stayed behind to help clear up the, mess.
While they worked, she noticed the warm side glances exchanged between Laura Palmer and Roger Williams. When everything was completed, Laura suggested that she and Roger should go down and check the students in the swimming area.
Watching them going down the trail toward the water, Debbie saw them turn away from the lake and disappear into a thick grove of trees. His back turned to them, Brent Palmer was unaware of what they had done.
"Let's walk down to the lake," Debbie suggested after several minutes of silence.
"Sounds fine," he replied, getting up and starting down the path.
"No, not that way," Debbie laughed. "Let's explore this trail."
She quickly moved down a trail that led through heavy underbrush toward the lake. Brent Palmer followed, his eyes focused on her tight little ass which was pertly swinging along in front of him.
The trail led to a small clearing where a deserted boat house clung to the edge of the water. Most of the old dock had rotted away, leaving bare naked pilings sticking up out of the still water.
"This is sure peaceful," Brent sighed, sitting down on the steps of the old boat house.
"It certainly is," Debbie smiled at him, sitting on a step just below his and casually draping her arm over his knee. Whenever she bent forward, she was keenly aware of the way he glanced down at her big hard nipples, so excitingly exposed beneath her loose fitting halter.
Brent thought it was perfectly normal the way her arm was casually draped over his knee.
"Are you having fun?" Debbie asked, tossing her long hair behind her shoulders.
"I sure am," he grinned down at her pixie face. "Are you?"
"Gosh, yes," she giggled, gently squeezing his knee with her hand.
After several minutes of silence, Debbie leaned forward and smiled up at him coquettishly. "Do you like to look at my tits?"
"What?" Brent gasped.
"Do you like my tits?" she repeated with a little giggle.
Brent just stared at her, unable to speak. He had been aware of her provocative little body all day, but this remark was more than he could grasp.
"I think we should go back," he finally spoke.
"Not until you answer my question," she whispered.
"This is ridiculous."
"Then why don't you like them?" she giggled. "I didn't say that I didn't like them."
"But you didn't say you liked them," Debbie persisted.
"All right, Debbie," Brent sighed nervously. "I like them."
"Do you want to feel them?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"No," he snapped.
"Why not?" she giggled, casually moving her hand from his knee to his inner thigh. "Most men love to feel tits."
He didn't answer.
Smiling at him, Debbie reached up and casually released the tie string behind her neck. As the loose halter dropped, her naked breasts and hard erect nipples thrust out saucily.
"Please feel them," she whispered, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"My God, Debbie!" he gasped. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Please, Mr. Palmer?" Debbie repeated and reached for his hand. She guided his fingers toward her excited nipples.
"This is ridiculous, Debbie," he gasped. "Let's get back to camp."
"I'll go back," she giggled, "when you've felt my tits."
Slowly drawing his reluctant hand closer to her naked mounds, her other hand snaked gently up toward his groin.
An excited tremor raced through the confused man's body when his hesitant fingers made contact with the vibrant flesh of her naked tits.
"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered, drawing his fingers across her hard erect nipples.
With a short breathless gasp, Brent suddenly grabbed her tit flesh in his trembling hand.
"Now, doesn't that feel good?" Debbie sighed softly, moving her other hand gently up to his bulging crotch.
Kneading her luscious breasts, Brent was vaguely aware of the girl's fingers caressing his cock. His body was suddenly screaming with a passion he hadn't felt for years.
Reaching down, Debbie opened his fly and grabbed his deliciously hard cock.
Debbie stared in trembling fascination at the big hard pole she was clutching in her hand. The smooth throbbing shaft seemed to grow bigger. She could feel the blood surging through the distended veins just below the tightly stretched skin. The big cockhead looked like it was ready to explode.
Unconsciously, Debbie leaned over and touched her little tongue against the hole on the very tip of the big angry looking glans. She trembled excitedly at the first taste she had ever had of a man's cock. Though not unpleasant, it was a strange taste. Holding his stiff shaft in her hand, she began licking the big rubbery bulb. She could feel Brent lurching beneath her as she gently bathed his cock with her spit.
She opened her mouth wide and lowered her lips over his big delicious cockhead.
"Oh, God," Brent moaned. "You shouldn't be doing that, Debbie. You shouldn't be doing that!"
Crazed with the strange new taste of cock, Debbie worked her mouth frantically over the big throbbing cock.
"Gee, that tastes good," she whispered up to him between sucks and gulps.
Brent was almost out of his mind with excitement as Debbie continued working her hungry mouth up and down over his cock.
He couldn't understand why he was allowing this young girl to do what she was doing, yet his lust filled body was beyond stopping her.
"Oh, Christ, Debbie," he sobbed. "Please don't stop, honey! Please don't stop!"
His trembling body was driving him to an even higher plane of passion as her cock hungry mouth worked faster and deeper over his throbbing prick.
She wasn't prepared for the hot thick semen that squirted into her slurping mouth. The taste of the tangy semen gushing against the back of her throat was a sensation she would never forget. She began frantically swallowing the delicious fluid as it continued spurting out of his wonderful cock. When the sperm juice quit flowing, she frantically sucked the last drops from his shrinking prick.
Feeling the exhausted man trembling in ecstasy, Debbie rested her face on his leg, her hand still caressing his wet cock.
"That's such a neat big cock," she whispered.
"My God, Debbie!" he gasped. "What the hell are we doing? Let's get back to camp."
"Not until I get fucked," giggled the horny girl.
Standing up in front of him, Debbie quickly removed her cut offs.
Brent Palmer's prick began to throb again as he stared at the lovely nude girl. Soft downy hairs surrounded her hot little pussy, cradled so deliciously between her warm thighs. Caressed by the afternoon sun, little beads of cunt-juice glistened on the moist pink lips of her pussy.
His mind dazed with excitement and his throbbing cock fully erect, he stood up. Grabbing the girl, he threw her onto a stack of canvas sails piled against the old boat house.
The startled girl's legs flew open as she landed. With an animal like grunt, Brent plunged his face into the furry warmth of her wet little pussy.
"Oh, God," she gasped at the feel of his thick tongue in her cunt. It was a wild new experience for her, and much more exciting than she had ever expected it to be.
"Eeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!" she squealed as the tongue swirled around in her juicy slit. She thought she would blow her mind when he sucked her erect clit into his wildly slurping mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Palmer," she moaned, watching his juice drenched mouth sucking madly on her cunt.
It was only after she had exploded into a mind blowing orgasm that he removed his face from her hair fringed honey pot.
Still half dazed from the climax she had just experienced, she looked at the man standing in front of her, his huge erect cock protruding from his open fly.
"Take off those dumb pants," she whispered.
When he had complied, Debbie lay back on the pile of canvas and spread her legs. She reached down and parted her hot cuntlips.
"Come on, baby," she smiled up at him with mischievous eyes. "Here's my cunt just waiting for your big hard cock."
When he dropped to his knees between her widespread legs, she drew her knees up against her tits, exposing the entire length of her hot wet slit. Slowly he advanced his prick toward her eager little pussy.
Feeling his big hard glans probing lightly against her cunt lips, Debbie reached down and grasped his flaming shaft, brushing his cockhead up and down against the opening of her hungry slit. The end of his cock was glistening with the juices that were oozing out of her slippery cunt.
Slowly and sensually she guided the big purple glans between the swollen outer lips of her cunt and against the hot opening of her fuck hole. Grasping his ass, she arched her quivering hips up and drew him gently toward her.
"Oh, honey," she whispered into his ear, feeling his big throbbing cockhead slip into her warm cunt.
When her body began to relax after the initial penetration, she arched her hips a little higher, feeling his wonderful shaft slip deeper into her cunt.
Her arms locked tightly around his shoulders, Debbie drew him tighter against her, feeling his big cock slipping deeper and deeper into her juicy young cunt. She shivered in ecstasy as the throbbing muscle of his bloated cock rubbed deliciously against the raw nerve ends of her trembling fuck hole.
"Oh, God, Mr. Palmer," she gasped in a hoarse whisper, feeling his cock slide deeper into her pussy.
When he had reached full penetration, the man lay perfectly still over her body. Lying still and quiet, he could feel her excited cunt grasping and sucking his massive cock.
Brent almost went crazy with excitement when Debbie started rotating her clasping cunt around the length of his shaft.
Grasping the girl's ass, he squirmed against her, driving his cock even deeper into her belly.
"Oh shit, honey," she squealed excitedly, feeling the sensuous movements of his cock.
Crazed with lust, they slowly ground their bodies against each other. The unbelievable sensations were driving Debbie into hysterics as she began violently thrusting her hips up against Brent.
"Oh God, Brent!"
He withdrew his cock and, after a brief hesitation, slammed it back into her hot cunt.
"Oh shit, baby!" she squealed as he began thrusting his big cock in and out of her slippery slit. She locked her legs around his waist.
Every thrust of his savage cock sent screaming sensations through Debbie's body. The ecstasy was almost more than she could stand as she screamed, bit and clutched at the older man who was giving her a fucking that was beyond her wildest dreams.
"Faster, baby, faster!" she sobbed, feeling his big juice slickened cock driving madly into her fuck hole. Their slippery bodies pounded ruthlessly against each other. The old boat house reverberated with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Oh shit, Brent baby, fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie thrust her cunt up to receive the big hard shaft that was savagely ripping into her.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she squealed hysterically, biting and clawing at the man who was filling her body with ecstasy.
"Oh, honey!" she screamed. "I'm going to explode! Oh, Brent, I can't stand it!"
Feeling the child spasming beneath him, Brent fucked even harder, realizing that she was rapidly approaching an orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh shiiiiittt!" she screamed when she felt his hot semen squirting deep into her belly. Frantically grasping him, she exploded into the most intense orgasm of her young life. She trembled beneath the man for several minutes while his shrinking cock continued spurting globs of cum into her quivering fuck hole.
When the pair had fully recovered, they slowly dressed and walked unsteadily up the trail to the picnic area.
It seemed that no one had missed them. Mrs. Palmer and the principal had not yet returned, and three or four of the boys were loading unused supplies back onto the pickup truck. Debbie and Brent pitched in to help.
A few minutes later, Laura and Roger Williams returned. Laura's face was slightly flushed. Debbie smiled to herself when she saw a pine needle clinging to the back of the teacher's hair.
When everything was packed and ready, Laura turned to her husband.
"Honey," she smiled at him. "Do you mind if I drive back with Mr. Williams? He has to drop some things off at the school and I'm the only one that can sort them out."
"Not at all," Brent replied pleasantly.
"Then will you drop me off at my house?" Debbie asked, smiling at Brent.
"Sure."
"Hey, Debbie," Don Olsen interrupted. "I thought you were going home with me. We could go to a movie and grab something to eat later."
"I'm really tired, honey," she said. "I'd only spoil your evening."
She walked over to the boy.
"Call me tomorrow," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek before returning to Brent who was waiting for her by his car.
It was nearly dusk when they reached the old river road on their way home. When they passed the dirt road that led down to Mr. Williams' cabin, Debbie saw the outline of his car parked in the shadows of the building.
"Let's turn down by the river," she suggested when they had driven two or three miles down the road.
"I should be getting home," Brent replied. "Laura is probably waiting for me."
"I don't think she'll be home for a while," Debbie answered, smiling to herself. "They'll probably get tied up at that dumb school."
When they had driven another mile or so, she pointed to a little road that headed toward the river. "Please, let's drive down there for just a few minutes. It's such a lovely evening."
Smiling, Brent turned down the road that led to a little clearing in a grove of trees on the river bank.
"Gee, this is neat," Debbie said when he turned off the ignition and lights. "I want to fuck again," she whispered, taking his hand and pressing it against her thigh.
At the feel of her warm young flesh, his cock lurched excitedly.
Debbie drew his face down and covered his lips with her hot open mouth. He felt her tongue snake into his mouth. Their mouths still locked in a deep tongue kiss, Debbie reached down and released his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants.
"Gee, that's a hard cock," she whispered, momentarily removing her mouth from his and delicately running her fingers up and down the length of his sensitive organ.
Releasing his rigid prick, she removed her halter.
Then, raising her ass, she slipped out of her cut offs.
Brent stared at her firm young body glowing so sensually in the evening dusk.
"Well," she giggled mischievously, "take off yours."
When he hesitated, she reached over and began unbuttoning his shirt. Within a few seconds, he was naked, his big hard cock proudly thrusting up from between his legs.
"That's better," Debbie whispered, again covering his mouth with hers while she stroked his rock hard prick.
"Come over here from behind that damned wheel," she giggled, pulling him toward her side of the car.
She got on her knees and, facing the man, she straddled his waist and lowered her slit down around the head of his throbbing cock. Slowly lowering herself, she felt his big glans slip easily through the tight opening of her delicious fuck hole.
The feel of Debbie's hot little cunt sliding down over his trembling cock and her soft tits pressing against his face sent flames roaring through his body.
Debbie's tits tingled with fire as he drew a rock hard nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, honey," she moaned as she continued lowering her slippery cunt, taking more and more of his massive cock into her fuck hole. When she had taken the full length of the big cock into her cunt, she could feel his glans burning lusciously in the depths of her belly.
"Oh, Brent," she whispered, swirling her cunt around his prick. "This feels so fuckin' good."
Reaching down and gently grasping her ass cheeks, Brent began raising and lowering her cunt over his iron clad cock. She squealed as the big pole slithered in and out of her twat. Glancing down, she could see his cock sliding in and out of her grasping cunt. With each stroke she could see and hear her cunt lips sucking his wet shaft.
Faster and faster he bounced the young girl up and down. Watching his own cock driving up into her pussy was driving him crazy. He stared, as if hypnotized, at the hot juices squishing out of her cunt and onto his plunging prick. Driving deeper and faster, her hot breasts rubbed tantalizingly against his wet sucking mouth.
With a wild expression on her face and her hair flailing wildly from side to side, Debbie stared blindly up at the spinning night sky. His plunging cock had set her whole body aflame. Their mutual ecstasy had reached a height almost beyond human endurance when he exploded a wild stream of cum into Debbie's frantic cunt.
Feeling the sperm juices gushing against her grasping cuntal wall, she was wildly enveloped by a violent orgasm.
"Oooooohhhhh, honey!" she screamed, frantically clawing and clutching Brent. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh shiiiittt, I'mmmmm commmiiiinnnngggg!"
Still straddling Brent's shrinking cock, Debbie trembled for several moments. When her over-powering climax began to recede, she covered his mouth with hot passionate kisses.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, gently nibbling his ear. "That was the best fuck in the whole world."
When she finally raised herself up, there was a sucking sound as her cunt lips reluctantly released his shrinking cock. Big globs of his cum juice squished out of her quivering slit and dribbled down her thighs.
"You're so lovely," he whispered. "If only Laura would give me a wild time like this."
Debbie smiled to herself. It was the second time she had heard that statement. She recalled how Laura Palmer had expressed the same thing about her husband. Debbie decided that adults could sure fuck, but their thinking and knowledge of each other was certainly screwed up.
They slowly dressed and headed toward town. Passing the Palmers' house which was just up the street from her own, Debbie noticed Mr. Williams escorting Laura to her door.
Debbie smiled to herself. She certainly knew of two women who were going home with a cunt full of semen.