State Fair
                                Author: Unknown

                                   Chapter 8

      Her first day at the fair convinced her that she hadn't dreamed anything,
that everything that had happened on the bus trip down and in the barn last
night, was as real as the nipples on her tits. The state fair, more than
anything else, was a place for free and uninhibited sex. The grounds were
completely unchaperoned. Boys and girls french kissed on the midway, shoving
hands down each other's pants and groping cocks and cunts. As Denise wandered
around with her group, almost every boy she saw flirted with her, and she knew
that every one of them would fuck her if she gave then the chance. She felt
like part of her Young Farmers group now, and she enjoyed beiong with the other
kids.

      After breakfast in the mess hall, where Denise's group dined with the
other YF groups at the fair, they spent the morning shoveling manure and
feeding the animals. By noon the barn looked neat and clean. Fairgoers and
judges wandered in and out of the open barn, so the kids were on their best
behavior - perfect little ladies and gentlemen, clean-living, hard-working farm
kids. As Denise swept the center aisle of the barn clean, she smiled to
herself, wondering what all these judges and fairgoers would think if they'd
have walked into the barn last night, after hours.

      The kids wandered around the fair in the afternoon, leaving just a few of
the group behind to babysit the animals. During the course of the afternoon,
Denise became more and more bold, daring to look boys in the eye as she passed
them on the midway. When they gave her the once-over, their eyes lingering on
her tits and on her bare legs and feet, Denise felt a rush of excitement in her
loins. For the first time in her life, she was eating up the attention being
given her by the boys. They all wanted her - wanted to fuck her - and that
thriled her.

      It was late afternoon when she couldn't stand waiting anymore. She needed
a quick fuck, and she was going top get it. As her group had wandered the
midway, she'd seen some of them slip away from time to time, only to return to
the group later, red faced and smirking with satisfaction. There was no secret
about where they'd gone and what they'd done. They'd sneaked off behind the
midway game joints for some quick sex.

      "How was she?" Denise had heard boys ask their returning buddies more
than once. "She sucked like a calf," was one answer to the question. "Tight but
slippery," was another.

      Watching her companions slip away, hearing their comments when they
returned to the group, Denise started to feel as if she really were missing
out. So, her pussy throbbing like her heart, she caught the eye of a cute,
shy-looking boy near the Ferris wheel, and she approched him.

      "Hi," she said.

      The kid blushed, mumbling a "hi" in return.

      Her anxiety lessened as she realized that she was in control. The kid
looked sheepish and embarrassed, his brow eyes were nearly hiding behind a
thick brown forelock. He was s kinny boy in jeans and running shoes. His shirt
was stuffed in his back pocket.

      She stroked his tanned chest, grinning at him, and he started to shake,
as if he might faint. She licked her lips.

      "Come on, let's go for a wal," she said.

      "Sure," the boy mumbled. "I mean, all right, sure."

      She took him by the hand and led him to the area of game tewnts where
she'd seen kids from her group go. His hand was sweating as she led his between
two tenst and out behind them.

      Off the midway, the fair grounds in this area were thick with camping
tents and house trailers. Denise wasn't sure where to take the boy. They surely
couldn't just pull downtheir pants and start fucking. There were people
wandering around back here. Denise led the boy aimlessly for a minute before a
tent nearby popped open and Peggy crawled out, followed by a shirtless young
man with tattoos on his arms.

      Peggy tok one look at Denise and the boy and she smirked. "It's all
yours, babe. Nobody's home." She eyed Denise's boy like a tigress appraising
potential prey. "Cute, but too skinny for my tastes. Have fun with him, bitch."
She laughed, walking away with the tattooed young man, her hand massaging his
bare lower back, then sliding into his jeans to rub her ass. She mumbled
something to the young man, and he laughed.

      "Who's she?" the boy asked Denise.

      "Just a dumb girl I know," Denise said. "Come on." She dropped down and
crawled into the tent, the boy right behind her.

      It was a faily large tent, with a screen window to let in air and light.
Once inside, it would would have bben possible to stand up in the tent, but
Denise had no need to.

      "It stinks in here," the boy said.

      Haven't you ever smelled cunt? Denise thought, because that was what the
air smelled like. Not only that, the floor od the tent was wet with
fuck-juices.

      "Take off your pants and shoes," Denise said, ignoring the boy's comment.
Sitting, she took off her T-shirt and jeans, which were all she was wearing.

      The boy breathed like a bellows, his hands shaky as he undressed. He wore
neither socks nor underwear, so he stripped completely almost before Denise
had. His cock, seven inches long and straight as an arrow, throbbed against his
shiny brown belly, pointing straight up.

      Denise grapped his prick, the excitement racing through her. "Cute," she
mumbled.

      The boy stroked her tits. "They're big. Can I suck 'em?" He didn't wait
for Denise to answer, but leaned over and started munching on Denise's nipples.

      Denise's cunt did flip-flops as the boy sucked her tits. The hot juice
started running out of her pussy and pooling on the vinyl floor of the tent.
She felt the boy's cock swelling in her hand, growing even harder. She let go
of it for fear that he'd shoot off - fast, like that donkey last night.

      "That's enough," she said, pushing the boy away. "Don't bite 'em off,
huh?"

      The boy sat up, panting as if he'd just run a race. His face was flushed,
and he was sweating. "Sorry, it's just thath I never sucked a girl's tits
before."

      "Did you ever fuck a girl before?"

      The boy shook his head sheepishly. "Nope," he said, as if embarrassed.

      Denise felt a surge of excitement and elation. The boy was a virgin, just
like she'd been yesterday. It thrilled her to realize thatshe was going to
initiate him. She felt like a pro at sex, as if she'd been fucking all her
life. She wondered what the boy's reaction would be if she told him that she'd
fucked a donkey last night.

      "Lay down on your back," she said. "I'll ride you." She tried to sound
experianced even though she'd never ridden a boy before. She'd seen girls do it
in the woods, though, and on the bus and in the barn last night. She was dying
to try it, herself.

      The boy stretched out on his back, pillowing his head in his clasped
hands as if he were about to receive a massage. Hi schest rose and fell
rapidly. His prickhead pecked at his navel, leaking fuck-lube into it.

      "Just relax," Denise said seductively. She was shaking just as hard as
the boy was, but she fought to control herself. She wanted to give him the
impression taht she'd done this hundreds of times.

      "You're cute," she said. "And I'm gonna fuck you."

      The boy's prick flexed up, standing rigid as a tent pole before flopping
back down. He moaned, his entire body reddening with a sex flush.

      "Take it easy," Denise said, rubbing her fingertips over his hot lips.
Then she leaned over and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He was
shaking like a leaf.

      Denise giggled. She licked his nose. She nuzzled down and sucked his
small brown nipples. He groaned,. She sniffed his armpits and licked th esweat
off them. The scent of him made her high.

      "Oh, God!" the boy gasped, his nostrils flaring as if he were breathing
steam from them. He was quivering from head to toe, and Denise feared he would
lose control and grab her.

      She didn't want that. She wanted to remain in control of things - the way
peggy did.

      "Calm down," she said, although her voice sounded anything but calm.

      She moved quickly, straddling the boy's loins as she faced him. As she
kneeled over him, she reached between her legs and lifted his bonehard cock
until it pointed at her dripping cunt like a seven-inch peg. His cock was
vibrating, bubbling fuck-lube as it pulsed.

      The boy watched her with wide eyes. His breathing was frantic.

      Denise smiled at him as she lowered her cunt to his cock. His prickhead
nestled between her wet cuntlips and she sank down on his cock, letting it fuck
up her pussy until she was squashing his balls with her bare ass.

      The boy arched up, squirming, his eyes glazed and rolling. "It feels so
good!" he moaned. "So fluffy and wet and hot!"

      "Your prick feels good inside me," Denise said. "Wiggle it, huh? Oh, that
feels good!" She rose up on the boy's wiggling prick, then fucked back down on
it.

      They both groaned, their fuck-meat coupled and throbbing. The boy jerked
his ass, ramming his cock up into her with rapid, short fuck-strokes.

      "Don't move," Denise said. "I wana ride you. You just lie still."

      The boy settled down, groaning, his chest heaving.

      "That's it," Denise said, raising up on his cock, then sinking back down.
She fucked up, then fucked down. Up. Down. Up. Down. She fucked rhythmically,
gradually increasing her speed until she was fairly bouncing her ass against
the boy's swollen balls.

      "Ohhhhh, wowwwww!" The boy squirmed deliriously, his prick twisting in
Denise's fucking cunt. He reache up and started squezing her tits.

      She reached down and pinched his hard little nipples. "Do you like that?"
she asked.

      "Yeah," he moaned.

      She bounced her ass, her cunt fucking up and down the boy's rigid cock.
As she fucked him, his cock seemed to grow inside her, getting longer and
thicker, swelling harder. She loved the heat of his fucker, loved the feel of
his naked cockmeat rubbing inside her nerve-rich cunt. The fuck-juice kept
leaking from her contracting pussy, and the boy's balls were drenched with her
slick juices. She reached back and down, squeezing and rubbing and rolling his
balls as she continued to ride his cock.

      "Ohhhh, you hot girl!" the boy moaned. "I love you, I love you!" He
twisted on her nipples until she thought she'd scream.

      "Come on, stud," she said, "give me your cream! Shoot it in me, baby!
Come on, do it!"

      Her loins felt so swollen and tight that she knew she'd be coming any
moment now, and she wanted to feel him squirt his cream into her before she
did. She fucked up and down, keeping her cunt right as she rode him faster and
faster.

      He let go of her tits, watching them flop up and down. His prick hardened
like steel inside her pussy, vibrating, his eyes rolled back.

      "Oh God, shoot it!" Denise moaned, fucking down hard, trying to skin the
boy's prick. "Cream me!"

      The boy arched up, writhing deliriously. His mouth gaped and a low growl
erupted from his throat. His body shuddered as his prick flexed and exploded
its cum.

      "Awwwwww!" he moaned. "Oooooh!" he writhed as if a spear had been rammed
up his ass, his eyes glazed over and showing only white. His body jerked
repeatedly as stream after stream of his sizzling cum squirted into Denise's
hungry cunt.

      Denise loved him. She wanted to marry him and live with him forever. And
all they would do was fuck - fuck and feel like this. And he would shoot her
full of his hot cum endlessly. She fucked down on his wriggling, flexing prick
and her cunt exploded with spasms.

      "Eeeeeh!" she whimpered. "Oh baby, feels so good!" She felt hot
sensations not only in her loins but in the tips of her curling toes.

      The boy humped upward, ramming his cock ramming his cock up her pussy and
pumping his jism into her until his cock began to soften. Suddenly, he burst
into laughter, stunning denise so that she jerked up off his cock even though
the last spasms of orgasm were still nibbling through her cunt.

      "Jesus, what's wrong?" she said.

      "Nothing," the boy gasped, catching his breath. "I just get ticklish all
over after I shoot. Your cunt felt like it would bite my prick off. It tickled.

      "Funny," Denise said, half sarcastically. She grabbed her pants.

      "Hey, what're you doing?" the boy said.

      "Getting dressed," Denise said.

      "Don't" the boy said. "Let me do something first. It's something I always
wanted to do, but never had the chance.

      "What?"

      "Lie back," the boy said. "I'll show you. Yeah, now spread your legs. Oh,
wow!" He plunged hi sface between Denise's legs and started to eat her pussy.

      Denise relaxed, sighing, watching the boy's brown head bob, listening to
him slurp as he chewed her cunt and sucked the warm fuck-cream out of her. She
let his eat as much as he wanted, almost falling asleep in the late afternoon
heat as she listened to the hum of the fair in the background. She came twice
before the boy sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

      "Did I do it good?" he asked.

      "Real good," Denise said, feeling good as he grinned.

      She left him where she'd picked him up - next to the Ferris wheel - then
wandered around the midway almost a half hour before she found her group again.

      "How was he?" Peggy asked.

      "Cute," Denise said. "And hot." She smiled, feeling like a full-fledged
girl now, like Peggy's equal, like one of the gang of fun-loving teenagers that
prowled the fairgrounds in search of excitement and pleasure.

      The kids ate supper in the mess hall, all of them tanned and sweaty from
a hot afternoon on the midway. As Denise ate, she relived her meeting with the
boy and her hot time with him in the tent.

      It had been quite a day. A very real day. The fair wasn't any dream. The
boy wasn't any dream. The bus ride down and the wild time in the barn last
night surely hadn't been dreams. This was living! She realized that the world
of her romance novels offered only a shadowy approximation of real life, and
she looked forward to the real night ahead.

      Maybe I'll get to jack off a horse tonight, she mused, licking some
mustard off the end of her hot dog. The mustard was tart, making her wince.
Horse-cum is surely sweeter, she thought. And hot in a different way.