The following day, Julie saw Dick Kennedy and Chuck Reed waiting for her at the bottom of the steps as she walked out of church, as they had done every Sunday for the last several weeks. They always drove out into the country, in Dick's old battered pickup, and balled her. Both boys had nice big cocks, and Julie thoroughly enjoyed these after-church sessions with them.

"Hi, guys," she called out as she hurried down the steps in her Sunday dress.

"Hi," they chorused, both of them staring at the deliciously bare flesh of her thighs under her short skirt.

"I'm sure glad church is over," she said as the three of them hurried toward Dick's dilapidated pickup. "I've never felt so horny in my life."

The two boys were eighteen-year-old seniors in high school, and were also stars on the local football team.

"The bridge is out on the old Marlow Road," Dick said as he drove away from the church in his clattering truck, "so we gotta find another place to park."

"Let's drive out by old man Garner's farm and park in his barn," Chuck suggested. "He and his old lady are visiting relatives in the city and there ain't nobody home out there."

"Sounds good to me," grinned Dick, heading his truck down the road to the Garner place.

"So you're hot to fuck," Chuck grinned at Julie, who was sitting between them.

"You know I'm always ready," the pretty blonde giggled, feeling Chuck's hand crawling up between her legs.