Roxanne was still panting with spasms.

"Silly goose," she said. "What're you laughing at?"

"I don't know," Debby said. "I guess I just feel relieved. I've been so tense."

"That's what happens when you don't come enough," said Roxanne. "Those old church biddies and the minister have faces like prunes because they don't come enough. In fact, I don't think they ever come. That's why they're all so miserable. What they need is some fucking to turn them into human beings again. Hey, I've gotta take a bath. Call me again soon?"

"I'll try," Debby said. "But if the folks ever caught me they'd lock me up in the bull pen – with the bull."

"Sounds like fun," Roxanne said, and she hung up before Debby could pretend to be shocked.

Debby pulled her finger, dripping with pussy-cream, out of her cunt and sniffed it. She slipped her finger between her lips and sucked it clean.

Roxanne was right – her pussy did taste sweet.

Debby dipped her finger in her pussy and took another taste of herself before she pulled up her shorts and went back outside to ride the swing some more.

CHAPTER TWO

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.