Chapter 8
Bart Byrd and Hank Avery were both fifteen years old, close friends with one common thought. They had hot pants for thirteen-year-old Debby Bush. Debby was a blonde and far more busty and lusty than the average girl her age. The boys sensed this about her rather than knew it. Bart and Hank were practically inseparable and both longed to include Debby in their small group. To put it more bluntly, as it should be put, they longed to take her clothing off and put the blocks to her. Not just separately, but both doing something to her at the same time. They had discussed this so many times it had become almost an obsession with them. They tried many times to get Debby alone somewhere without any success whatever, but one day in early July, they saw her walking on a rather lonely road near a deserted farmhouse. Both boys knew immediately that they would never have a better opportunity to get into her pants.
"Come on, Bart," Hank cried excitedly. "Let's go after her."
Bart needed no coaxing. They ran down the road for about one hundred yards before Debby apparently heard them, stopped and turned around. She had a look of fear in her eyes but it lasted only a moment.
"Hi, Debby," Hank said nicely.
"Oh, hi, Hank. Hi, Bart," she returned.
The boys looked at her shapely figure and especially at her large bosom.
"What are you doing out here in the country, Debbie?" Hank asked, not caring in the least except that it gave them the opportunity to try to make her.
"I was visiting my aunt. She lives over on the next road. I cut across the fields because it was shorter. Her car wouldn't start so I decided to walk home, back into town."
"Well, how about letting us walk with you, Debby?" Hank asked, moistening his lips suggestively.
She eyed him for a long moment, then shifted her gaze to Bart. "All right," she said softly. "Why not?" There seemed to be something in her tone of voice that told them she was ready for them.
Hank pretended to discover the old farmhouse nearby. "Hey, Debby," he said. "What say the three of us go and explore that old place? I've heard that it's deserted." Both boys watched her expression carefully. How she reacted to their proposal would tell them exactly what chances they had of fucking her.
She studied the boys for what seemed a very long time. "All right," she answered finally. "I don't mind."
Hank and Bart tried to cover up their exhilaration and eagerness. It would never do to appear too overt, she might change her mind swiftly and refuse to go with them. Girls were unpredictable. However, she did nothing of the kind and in a short time they were near the deserted house. There was nothing much to see. The house was ready to fall down. They all knew it wouldn't be wise to go inside. Instead, they saw a sort of woodshed building at the rear which looked to be fairly sound and strongly built. The three kids made their way to this building without saying a word. There was, however, a decided anticipation in the air.
Hank pulled open the woodshed door and all three looked inside. The floor was clean, there were no cobwebs in view, and Hank's first impression - a correct one, he later discovered - was that someone lived in the shed.
"Well, how about this?" Hank said to Debby. "It's clean. Not like the old house at all."
Bart chimed in with, "Yeah, it sure is clean and nice. Don't you think so, Debby?" The boys stepped inside the building.
Debby bit her lips and stepped inside with them. Much to their surprise and pleasure, she closed the door herself. "All right," she said quietly.."I know why you guys want me here with you. You want to fuck me at the same time, don't you?"
The boys grinned self-consciously, but neither one spoke "It's okay, guys," Debby said, surprising them even more. "I don't mind getting fucked in the cunt and the mouth at the same time."
Bart finally spoke. "Hey, you a mind reader or something?"
Debby laughed. "Sort of. I mean, maybe I am. Did I hit it on the head?"
"You sure did, Debby," Hank said. 'Tell me something. How'd you do it? Did it show on our faces or something?"
She nodded. "Maybe it did. Maybe I said what I did just to get you guys started."
The boys looked at each other quickly. "Why don't you take off your clothes, Debby?" Bart asked. "Hank and I would like to see you naked."
"All right. I'd like to see you guys the same way."
The boys looked surprised. "You would?" Hank asked. "Honest?"
"Sure," she said. "Why not? Girls have desires, too, you know."
The boys laughed nervously. "You're not putting us on, are you?" Bart asked her.
"Hell, no," she said sharply. Then she softened her tone as if aware that speaking sharply was not conducive to good relations between the sexes. 'Tell you what, guys. You take your clothes off and show me what you got and I'll strip naked, too."
Hank cleared his throat, not quite liking the way things were going. "You take your clothes off, Debby. Me and Bart, we'll keep ours on. No use in guys being naked."
Debby's eyes flashed. "I wish you wouldn't talk that way. That's not fair. I'd like to see you guys in the nude just as much as you'd like to see me the same way."
Hank frowned and so did Bart. "What the hell would you want to see us nude for?" Hank asked, while Bart nodded his approval of the question. "We're guys, not girls."
Debby threw up her hands. "Okay. I give up. You just don't understand, do you? Never mind. I'll take my clothes off. .. but, gee, I don't know about that floor, me being all bare and everything. I'll get slivers in my skin."
Both Hank and Bart grinned. "You're gonna get more than just slivers in you, Debby," Hank said, smiling.
Debby grinned, forced to admit, apparently, that what he had just said was both true and funny. "Okay," she mumbled and began to pull off her clothing.
The boys watched her as though fascinated. Their lips seemed extraordinarily dry, for they repeatedly moistened them as the girl undressed. Her blouse came off first, then her bra. When they saw her tits, both boys sucked in air noisily and exchanged glances. Debby appeared to take no notice of this, for she remained cool and collected while the boys became more and more agitated. However, she may have been putting on an act, for when she was completely nude and Hank touched her left tit, cupping it in his hand, her face became slightly red and her breathing increased in speed. Debby was becoming almost as agitated as the boys and when Bart cupped her other titty, she moaned.
"Oh, guys," were the words she said.
"Get down on your hands and knees, Debby," Hank told her. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-fashion while Bart lies down under your face. You can suck him off while I dog-fuck you." He spoke the words as if he were offering her a great opportunity.
"All right, guys," Debby said meekly. "Whatever you say. You're the ones doing the raping."
Hank and Bart let go of her titties hurriedly. "What the hell did you say?" Hank demanded.
"I said you were the ones doing the raping."
"Put your clothes on, damn you," Bart cried, grinding his teeth. "Ain't nobody raping nobody. You ain't gonna get us on that bum rap."
Debby was already on her hands and knees. "Come on, guys. What's the matter with you? Can't you take a little kiddin?"
"Were you kidding?" Hank wanted to know, scowling.
"Of course, I was kidding. Now come on. Get behind me, Hank, and you, Bart, lie down with your cock near my mouth. I'm supposed to suck you off. How can I if you don't get your prick where I can suck it?"
Bart looked at Hank and Hank looked at Bart. They sprang into action, Hank kneeling behind her and fingering his hard-on, while Bart lay down under her face, his hard cock in his hand.
"Boy, that's a pretty cock," Debby said to Bart.
"Wait till you feel what I've got," Hank cried from behind her, sounding slightly jealous. He thrust his prick against her butt.
"Oh, Hank," she cried. 'That feels good. Do it again, please."
"Hey, pay some attention to me," Bart said. "Look down again. Take a look at what I've got for you."
Debby looked down and lowered her head to kiss his stiffened prick. "Oh," she cried. "I like that. It has a nice scent to it, Bart." She sniffed deeply. "Can you lift it up a little, please? I can't quite reach it."
Bart pulled off his jacket, rolled it up and placed it under his butt. This raised his body a few inches, enough so that she could more easily reach him with her lips. "Hey, Hank," Bart said. "What did I tell you about Debby? Didn't I tell you she'd turn out to be a real hot gal?"
"I know you said that," Hank answered. "I thought so, too."
"Have you guys been talking about me that much?" Debby asked, removing her lips from Bart's prick long enough to speak. She returned to sucking the hard tool before either one answered.
It was Hank who spoke first. "Yeah, we've been talking about having you suck and fuck as at the same time for quite a while, Debby."
She removed her lips again. "Well, you've got me on my hands and knees. Why don't you fuck my cunt while I suck Bart's prick?"
Hank laughed tensely and inserted his tool into her cunt from the rear. She was warm and wet on the inside and the feel of her hot box about his quivering joint was almost enough to cause him to blow. But he held back. It would have been a disaster to blow his jism so soon.
"Hey, man," Bart cried, as Debby sucked his cock more quickly now. "This is really something. You know that? It's the greatest."
"Sure is," Hank grunted and proceeded to fuck the girl from the rear at a faster rate of speed. "Good piece of ass, this gal," he grunted further, as if Debby was not there to hear the words. "She's okay. Nice, tight little cunt. Grabs your cock real good. Almost like it's got a hand in there clutching at you."
"Her lips feel the same way, Hank," Bart returned. "Hey, man, we can sure pick 'em, can't we?"
Debby said nothing. She seemed content to accept what the boys had to offer and to do her very best at pleasing them. Bart moaned as she mouthed him expertly. He wondered briefly where she had obtained all the expertise, but soon dismissed it from his mind because he couldn't have cared less. Hank was breathing very hard because of the exertion of his fucking movements. The girl remained on her hands and knees, much in the manner of a female dog, while cock was pumped into her box. Hank was obliged to grasp her by the hips and hold on after a time because he kept threatening to break contact. He didn't want to lose her slit. He found he liked holding her by the hips, although it made him grin tightly as it reminded him of male dogs he had seen working over bitches.
Hank laughed to himself as he wondered if he should bark from time to time. "Jesus," he muttered. "This feels good. So nice and tight and wet."
"She's got a good mouth, too, man," Bart called out to him. She can really suck a cock. What say we both blow quickly and reverse positions and do a repeat job?"
"Okay," Hank agreed. "Let's concentrate on going off fast."
Debby said nothing but continued to suck Bart's prick expertly, going up and down on his cock, using her tongue to drive him half mad with desire and thrills. She also continued to accept the pumping prick from the rear as it shot in and out of her wet cunt. She groaned occasionally and shivered and shuddered from the intense feelings that began to overpower her being. The boys seemed to be unaware of her reactions to their sexual labors.
"Jesus, man, I'm gonna blow," Hank yelped and began to pump his prick up her cunt in a much faster, more frantic manner.
"Me, too," Bart cried, but his words were not loud at all. His reaction seemed to be one of extreme weakness, the kind of weakness that is extremely pleasurable because it is brought on by high passion and driving urges.
Debby let out a muffled scream when both boys emptied their jism into her body. She shivered and shook like a bitch that has been left out in the cold overnight. The shaking over her loins seemed to turn Hank on even more and he emptied himself a second time. Bart also blew off again. When she apparently discovered that she could obtain no more cum from the boys, Debby reluctantly ceased sucking and attempted to break contact with Hank's cock. He pulled it out of her and grinned at the withdrawal sound it made. It had sounded somewhat like a plunger being used on a toilet bowl.
All three of them sat on their haunches now, resting, waiting for someone to make the next move. No one stirred. They all remained still and silent. They simply rested on the floor, looking at one another, grinning somewhat sheepishly but happily, occasionally feeling of each other's genitals.
"I wish you guys would take off all your clothing," Debby said quietly. "I'd like to see better what I'm getting it from."
The odd way she said it made Hank and Bart laugh nervously. They exchanged glances and wordlessly, removed their clothing, everything but socks and shoes. Now all three were naked. It made quite a sight. Two tits, four balls, two cocks, three asses, all ready to be used again as soon as normal breathing had been restored.
"How do you like being taken by two guys at one time, Debby?" Hank asked.
She grinned at them. Her eyes were bright with lust. "Oh, I love it. I like it just fine. I've always thought it was a shame to leave one end of a female unused while the other end was getting cock."
Both boys laughed at this. It evidently pleased them greatly to hear such talk from her. "How about it then, Debby?" Bart asked. "You gonna let Hank and me fuck you again?"
"I may," she said, arching her brows prettily. "It depends on how well you two treat me."
"Well treat you good, Debby. That's a promise." This came from Hank.
"I need help in math, Hank. You're good at that. Will you help me with math?"
Hank smiled. "Good grief, is that all you want? Hell, yes, I'll help you. I thought you wanted something more ... serious than math."
"It's serious to me, Hank. My folks will raise hell if I fail in it."
"Okay. I'll help you. Math is a cinch for me."
"What do you want me to do, Debby?" Bart asked, as if anxious not to be left out of things.
Debby grinned. "Well... right now ... I'd like you to get behind me and fuck my cunt. Would you be so kind?"
It was amazing how quickly Bart got a hard-on then. The thing sprang stiffly up as if it were being operated by a machine. Bart moved around in back of her. "Get on your hands and knees, again, Debby. My cock is coming into your cunt."
She was on her hands and knees very quickly and Bart sank his shaft into her with equal rapidity. He began rear-fucking her slowly, nicely, using long easy strokes.
"Hey, wait for me," Hank cried and moved around in front.
Debby shook her head at him, however. "Aren't you gonna suck me off same as you did Bart?" he demanded angrily.
"Yes, of course, Hank. But I want you to just watch Bart while he dog-fucks me. It'll make you hot. Hotter than you already are. I like to suck the cock of a guy who is awful hot. It's more fun for me."
"I'm hot," Hank protested. "I'm just awful hot."
"I know," she said, even as she grunted from the reaming she was getting at the rear by the hard-pumping Bart. "But, please . . . watch us for a while. I want you to, Hank."
"All right," he consented, and resumed sitting on his haunches though he kept his hardened prick near her face in case she wanted to suddenly suck cock.
He watched the expression on their faces as they fucked. The longer he watched, the more excited he became until he thought he might lose his cum on the floor. He averted his eyes for a few moments and tried to concentrate on not blowing his jism. He was successful in retaining his wad.
Finally, he saw her gesturing to him frantically, so he lay down under her face, his cock standing straight up. She fingered him briefly, lowering her lips to his ready-to-explode prick. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he felt her soft, wet lips so very lightly touching the head of his tool.
"Jesus," he breathed, "that's good."
She kissed his tool lightly and then her tongue snaked out of her mouth and massaged his cock on the sides, much as if she were licking a lollipop.
"Jesus," he breathed again and tried to move up closer to her, to thrust his prick farther into her mouth. She pulled back a trifle, moaning and breathing hard herself.
"Christ," Bart cried out thickly from in back of her. "You said it. She's got one hell of a tight, hot cunt. Man, I think I'm gonna blow it . .. now!"
Hank didn't want to blow off just yet, but Bart's words completely drove his resolve out the window. When Debby chose that precise moment to go all the way down on him, running her tongue over his raging cock in furious fashion at the same time, Hank could hold back no longer.
He held her head with his hands as though to prevent her from not swallowing his cum, and closing his eyes so tightly they hurt, he released in her wetly sucking mouth. The jism shot out of his cock in a long, hot stream and the longer he flowed, the harder the girl sucked his cock.
Meanwhile, Bart had collapsed on top of her, his own prick draining rapidly into the hot young girl's willing body. It seemed that she could not get enough cock. She held Bart at her ass with one arm while her other hand held Hank's cock in position at her mouth. She was being fucked at both ends, and she loved it!