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Shelly On The Farm
By Kent Collins
Chapter 1
All I could smell was Frank's liquored breath. All I could
feel was his callused, rough hands making my skin buck. It was
awful. My own father. Well, really he was my stepfather, but
that didn't make it right. I pulled at the waistband of my long-
legged silk pajamas to make sure they were still snug. Keeping
them on was part of the bargain and so was the tightly buttoned
top that I'd fastened at the neck with a safety pin just to be
sure.
Frank kissed a wet spot in the hollow under my chin and I
pushed my face against the pillow and closed my eyes. I wanted to
vomit. I wanted to cry. Then I thought of the car. Yes, I could
try to forget Frank and think of the car--the pretty little powder
blue coupe he'd promised to buy for me if I agreed to let him maul
me through a layer of silk pajamas for a night. I felt his
fingers touch one of my knees and slowly edge upward. Even
through the sheer material I could feel the indentation he was
making in my tan skin. It was as if the fingers were melting me,
scarring my body for life. Quickly I clamped my thighs tight and
shook my head.
"You said we'd just hug!" I swallowed to push away another
wave of nausea. "You promised, Frank."
He pulled his scarred face out of my neck and smiled. "You
can't expect old Frank to act like a corpse with his pretty little
fifteen-year-old in bed with him now can you?"
I looked at his short, cruel face covered with a grey
stubble--the bad teeth, the crooked eyes. Oh God, I wanted to
die.
"But you said we'd stay dressed," I insisted, voice
trembling. "And already you took off your shirt."
Frank smoothed his palm over my long brown hair and let it
come to rest on my shoulder. Then he leaned forward and covered
my mouth with his. I could feel the tongue trying to work its way
between my lips and a funny, shaky turbulence went through my
loins. Quickly I squeezed my thighs even tighter. Oh Mama, I
thought, I'm doing things you told me never to do. Why did you
die? Why did you die and leave me alone with Frank? Now he was
wiggling around down there and a new sensation of something long
and hard brushed over my tummy.
"Frank!" I cried, pushing his shoulders back, "that's
enough!"
His voice was edged suddenly with whiskey and hate. "Listen
you silly little cunt, if you want that Goddamn car you'd better
let me have some fun."
My mind fell into a black fear as he covered me once more.
The salt smell of his chest and the stiff hair was pushing me
down. I shut my eyes and lay there ... too sick and scared to
resist. The car. That pretty little car with its leather
upholstery and shiny paint. I'd have my license in a month. I'd
be sixteen and free. It would be worth it, I said over and over
again ... it would be worth it.
"Oh you beautiful little piece of ass," Frank muttered, "I
oughta give it to you good ..."
Frantically I jerked a hand free from his grasp and struck
out with all the force I could muster. The smack scared me and I
felt Frank's head twist as he tried to escape the blow. Then his
ham-like hand caught my wrist and squeezed until tears of pain
roiled into my eyes.
"You try that again and I will fuck you," he growled.
My small breasts rose and fell as I sucked air. "If you do
anything bad to me I'll go to the police. I swear I will!" Why
did my voice shake so? And what was the awful tickling where my
slit had gone mushy? My face flushed with shame.
"Calm yourself down," Frank said. "I ain't that stupid." He
grabbed the bottoms to my pajamas and pulled them down to the
place where my brown pubic curls began. "Now pull your top up!"
"Frank ... I won't ..."
"You don't have to take it off. Just pull the bastard up."
He pinched my face between his big thumb and a rough finger. "Do
it or I'll kick your ass."
With shaking hands I did what he wanted. I heard him reach
to the bedside table and unscrew a jar lid. Now Frank was
smearing something thick and greasy onto my tummy. In the dim
light of the room I could see my exposed skin shine.
"Oh God, Frank," I whined. "That stuff feels awful."
His big arms went around me again and a hot tongue penetrated
my mouth. Frank was rubbing his penis up and down against the
Vaselined skin of my belly. It was so big and hot and hard. His
balls bumped against my mound each time he moved forward and I
could feel the bulging ridge of his horrible cock as it slipped
over my navel and down again. My legs felt so thin and weak under
his hairy thighs and my crotch had begun to feel oddly heavy.
"Kiss me!" he spit, but I made him have to take it. Frank
was pushing down against me harder and harder and grunting like a
pig. The shame of it! The horrible, horrible shame. I knew he
was about to come, and the bile pushed into the back of my throat.
Semen. That was what the book I'd found in the library
called it. The words had blasted out of the page at me,
describing the way the fluid spurted from the tiny orifice at the
tip of the male glans. I'd had a hard time breathing as I read
those words. My hands had sweated until the pages stuck to them
and the wetness in my crotch had made me redden with angry
embarrassment. Finally I'd ripped the filthy words from the book
and flushed them down the toilet in the girl's restroom. Why did
men write such evil books? Why did people want to read them?
And now Frank was going to come on me. His movements had
become more frantic and his breath scorched my ear. "Little
bitch," he gasped.
"No ... Frank ... please ..."
His fingers dug into my face. "Kiss me, I said!"
I opened my mouth and let him fill it with his tongue. His
spit overflowed and wet my chin and neck. Frank was hurting me
with his hips and I could feel my belly pressed inward by the
enormous swollen cock that slipped over the skin of my body. It
was bigger than it had been at first ... so horribly huge. All of
a sudden Frank held his body up and rubbed slower so that just the
head of his organ touched me as it slithered back and forth.
"Goddamn!" he gurgled. Something hot jetted against the
bottom of one of my titties. In the dimness of the bedroom I
could see Frank's arm muscles trembling. Another burning lick of
semen sprayed onto my belly, and a sharp sour odor filled my
nostrils. So that was what it smelled like. Frank pumped a few
more times, fell into the slime and then rolled over beside me.
Something was oozing down my side, puddling on the sheet. My
stomach jumped violently, but somehow I managed to stumble to the
bathroom and lock the door before everything came up. Gagging and
coughing, I vomited my supper into the commode while the long
whitish strings of Frank's seed dripped from my tummy and
splattered on the cold floor.
After I had the tub filling with steamy water, I wiped the
mess from my stomach and breasts. It was then that I noticed the
lips of my pussy were a little swollen. Tenderly I touched them
and my hand came away slick ... slick with my own wetness. There
was a light tap on the door.
"Shelly baby," Frank said from outside, "you done real fine.
Come on back to bed when you're freshened up and tomorrow we'll go
down and get that car for ..."
"Can't I get in my own bed now?" I cried at the door. "I let
you come on me ... isn't that enough?"
There was a pause and when Frank spoke again his voice was
threatening. "I said all night ... remember?"
Oh God! Yes, I had agreed. I'd agreed to spend the whole
night with him. All for that little blue Ford.
* * *
Frank worked as a laborer when he felt like it and drank away
whatever he didn't spend on groceries and rent. When Mom had been
alive she took waitress jobs to get us by, but there was never
anything left for me. I bought the few cheap dresses I owned with
baby sitting money.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about fancy clothes,
Shelly," she'd said once while sewing in a dark, cool corner of
the living room. "Just be a good girl and your time will come."
Her eyebrows had raised then and she'd leaned forward in the
rocker. "You do know what I mean by being a good girl, don't
you?"
"Yes, Mom." Her advice had been indelibly imprinted on my
brain at least a hundred times, but still the words made my heart
beat faster with an unexplained excitement.
"Never let a man touch you around those ... special places."
Mom always perspired on her forehead first whenever she started
lecturing me, and that day the salty droplets were sliding down
her nose.
"Lord knows I let your real father do it too often." Her
fingers had moved again on the material she was mending. "As soon
as you were born I drew the line." Mom had sighed then, her hands
falling limply into her lap. "It's awful for a woman. A dirty,
ugly thing like that shoved into your body. And the noises they
make while they rut--It's a wonder the Lord doesn't strike them
dead on the spot."
Though I knew it was wrong to be excited, my pussy had gotten
damp from listening to her and in my confused and breathless state
I'd blurted out a question. "Why did you get married again, Ma,
if you don't like to ... do that?"
Outside the locusts had started up their whirring and I'll
never forget the way the sun came through a broken pane and tossed
rainbows on the rug. Mom had stood up without a word and come
across the room to me. Her lips trembled as she stared
unbelieving into my face. Then she had slapped me, slapped me
hard across the mouth.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that again," she rasped. "I
married your stepfather so you would have food on your plate and
clothes on your back. Can I help it if sometimes he forces me to
..." Her words had been choked off with an anguished sigh and I
was left alone. A month after that she was gone forever--dead in
her sleep from a heart attack.
Even at the funeral my stepfather was drunk. All the way
home he cried against my shoulder and hugged me close, swearing
he'd take good care of me. My own world had never been all that
bright anyway, but now it was torn in shreds. It wasn't Mama
being gone that bothered me as much as my instinctive fear of
Frank. Being alone with him in that rambling, ancient house would
be strange, I remember thinking at the time.
At first Frank splurged on presents for me, and, of course, I
was overjoyed. He bought me two new dresses and a pair of brown
penny loafers I'd been wanting--even some new panties and a couple
of slips. With only a month or so to go until my sixteenth
birthday the new clothes gave me a grown up feeling, a feeling of
sophistication. Sometimes though, at school, I had second
thoughts about my growing older. Always before I'd felt skinny
and plain, especially compared to the more rounded girls my age
like the cheerleaders and Senior Prom Queen. But with my new
clothes I began to get long looks from boys in the hall, even
whistles when I crossed the school yard on my way to class. When
Buck Johnston looked at me I just knew he was trying to see the
soft bump of my mound through the thin dress. The times Jerry
Tilson got up close behind me in lunch line so he could peek over
my shoulder and see under the low-cut blouse, I'd get so dizzy I'd
have to hold onto the lunch counter for support and my small,
braless titties blushed red under his gaze.
The way the short skirts and tight tops clung and rubbed
against my body made me feel wicked and slightly giddy. When I
got home in the afternoon I couldn't help but turn in front of the
mirror in my room, excited by the way my rear end swept out in a
gentle curve under a bright red mini. I never wore socks with my
loafers and my narrow feet and trim ankles complimented the long
lean lines of my legs.
Once I was undressing for bed and noticed the way my still
immature breasts quivered with every move. For some reason I
cupped my hands under them, hefting their growing roundness. It
seemed innocent enough to touch the nipples, but when I brushed my
fingertips across them, they rose like magic and my slit went all
buttery like it did sometimes. I was immediately ashamed and
began giving my hair long angry strokes with a brush. What made
getting undressed such a big thing I wondered. Irritated at
myself for letting my emotions get the upper hand, I faced my
reflected image once more and, with fingers hooked in the elastic
band of my panties, I started to skin them down. I had to conquer
that silly, fluttery feeling once and for all. But as I slipped
the sensuous material over my almost boyish hips, it was as if my
body wanted to be undressed in a certain way. Slowly I started
rocking my pelvis from side to side. That was all it took to tell
me I was sinning. The friction of my inner lips rubbing against
themselves sent shock waves of electricity up my back and tummy.
Quickly I stepped out of the clinging, lacy things and ran to the
bathroom to splash my face with cold water.
"I won't, Mama," I said over and over again. "I won't ... I
won't."
Then I was asked out for a date.
At first I almost turned it down, but when Rodney Gibson told
me he was doubling with Bud Carnes and Trixy Goodman I decided to
go. Bud was a three-year letterman in football and Trixy was the
prettiest pompom girl in the pep club. They had been dating quite
a while and, though I didn't know Bud much, Trixy had always been
nice to me, even though I was a nobody. With Trixy along I'd feel
safe.
As it turned out, my date was even shier than I was, and for
the whole first movie we sat there staring straight ahead while
Bud and Trixy, who had quickly taken over the back seat, moaned
and kissed from behind. My blushing escort finally asked me what
I wanted from the snack bar and bolted from the car as if it were
full of rattlesnakes. For a while I pretended to watch the movie
again, but the noises from the back seat were becoming more and
more intimate all the time. Poor Trixy was having to put up with
Bud's advances. The more I thought about it the more worried I
became. I decided to take one quick peek through the crack in the
front seat, just to make sure Trixy was all right.
The first glimpse shocked me dizzy, but I opened my eyes
again, heart pounding and palms wet. It was awful. Bud had
pulled Trixy's skirt up so that everything from the waist down was
clearly visible in the reflected glow from the screen. Her white,
pantyless hips, full thighs and shapely legs seemed almost
incandescent. I noticed then that even her sneakers and white
socks had been peeled.
Above her were Bud's equally white buttocks, all covered with
black swirls of hair. I could see that he had only dropped his
pants enough to get his cock out, and that made the already ugly
scene even more distasteful.
"God, you're nice and tight, Trixy," Bud whispered.
Hearing words that were not meant for other ears made my face
go red, but at the same time there was a tremble of excitement in
my throat from the knowledge that I was peeping.
Mad at myself for being so weak, I turned back around and
tried to watch the movie. It was no good. A slick, sliding sound
had been added to the murmurs and kisses. I'd look one more time,
I decided. After all, Trixy was alone--except for me.
Bud had slipped one leg out of his corduroys and I noticed
that a randy musk had suddenly permeated the car. I couldn't see
him actually penetrating Trixy, but every time Bud moved forward
my mind conjured up an image of the soft, wet skin of her hole
being pushed inward around the shank of his penis. They were just
like a couple of animals. Why didn't she stop him?
"Ohhh," Trixy mewed, "Bud ..."
Bud pulled himself almost all the way out of her, and for the
first time I saw his thing--glistening and slick all the way back
to his testicles. When he jammed it deep again, Trixy's ass
quivered against the car seat like a gaffed fish and my breath
choked in my throat.
"God ..." Bud mumbled, "I'm gonna come."
"The rubber!" Trixy hissed back. "You forgot the rubber!"
She was trying to push him away, but Bud grabbed the tops of her
shoulders and held himself deep within her vagina.
I turned back to the screen, completely disgusted with the
way my own body was reacting. My crotch was more than just damp,
and my nipples were tingling like they'd never done before. Why
had I watched? It was filthy enough just hearing it.
"Nooo," Trixy whimpered, "Ohhh!"
"Trixy baby--Uhhhh."
It was then when I realized my hands were shaking and my
breath was shallow and weak. I felt like I was going to faint.
What little resistance I had left drained away and I jammed my
face once more against the crack in the seat. Trixy's legs were
high in the air, her toes spread apart as if she were trying to
grasp something with them. Her ass was moving like someone had
slapped a bottle of stinging ants against it--up and down and
sideways, wiggling, jumping and tilting against Bud's long, even
strokes. It looked like she was enjoying it!
I panted there, confused and shaking. Mama must have meant
that no decent girl enjoyed it when a man put his horrible thing
inside, I realized. Trixy was obviously enjoying it.
"Commmmme," Trixy cooed, and her flailing feet fell across
the backs of Bud's legs. The two of them were squirming so
frantically that I thought they might fall off the seat.
"Jesus! Jesus!" Bud moaned.
I was shivering just to think of what was happening deep
inside Trixy's body. The white, thick stuff was bubbling out of
the end of Bud's cock--I just knew it--bubbling out and filling
Trixy's tube.
After that embarrassing experience at the drive-in I resolved
not to go on any more dates for a while. At least I wouldn't
until I found out more about boys and the trouble a girl could get
into.
Frank bought me new gifts almost every weekend and I showed
my appreciation by fixing his breakfast mornings and ironing all
his shirts, I was too stupid to guess that he had something else
on his mind completely.
It began with a goodbye hug one morning that lasted longer
than a fatherly hug should last. By the time I'd caught my
breath, Frank had slipped one of his hands down into the inward
curve of my waist and then softly cupped my firm little bottom
with his fingers.
"My little girl is getting to be a woman," he said, then
added, "Ain't there somethin' you want more than clothes?" He
gave me a lewd grin. "Somethin' you been too shy to tell anybody
about?"
I was confused and bothered by the jittery feelings in my
chest again--like the way I'd felt at the drive-in watching Bud
and Trixy. But I wanted Frank to let go, and the quickest way to
make him do it was to humor him. I told him about the old Ford
I'd seen on a used car lot downtown, too dumb to realize what he
was really hinting at. The car had been fixed up by a boy who'd
graduated the year before and gone to the Army. Of course I never
seriously believed I could own it, but the shiny chrome made me
stop every time I passed. A car of my very own! I could take on
more baby sitting jobs to pay for gas and ... No, it was
ridiculous. But I stood there in the kitchen and told Frank
anyway while he patted and stroked my ass.
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he laughed. "But
maybe we can get you that car. That is, if you do something for
me first."
I could hardly believe my ears when Frank said what he wanted
me to do. Of course I refused immediately and tore myself away
from his embrace. Stay with him all night in bed? Never! It
even made me a little queasy just thinking about it.
Three days later I found myself standing red-faced in the
kitchen, telling Frank I'd let him hug me all night with my
pajamas on. Never in my life had I wanted anything like I wanted
that pretty little car.
* * *
The splashing, filling tub brought me back. Frank was
outside waiting for me to finish my part of the bargain ... finish
the night crushed against his hairy body. I jumped into the hot
water and scrubbed my skin until it hurt. From the bedroom I
thought I heard Frank clanking around with a bottle. I'd gone
this far, it would be stupid to quit now and not get the car.
Drying in front of the bathroom mirror, I patted the small pointed
melons of my breasts. What did men like so much about them? Why
did they like to suck them into their mouths? I touched the dry
corner of the towel to my cunny, taking care not to rub. The
sparse brown curls fluffed up, hiding the plump little lips
underneath. I was pretty, yet that prettiness irritated me--
reminded me that I was soft, weak and vulnerable, reminded me that
my body was bad. At least the deep wet-warm slash between my
thighs was bad.
There was the sound of a shattering glass in the other room.
With horror I watched the doorknob turn first one way, then the
other. Thank God it's locked, I thought.
In the next instant the door burst open, scattering splinters
everywhere as the lock broke through the frame. I stood there
clutching a towel to my breasts as Frank looked at me, a half-
empty whiskey bottle dangling from his hand.
"I broke my glass," he slurred. "Had to get another one."
Then he yanked the towel out of my fingers, hooked one arm
around my naked waist and staggered back into the bedroom.
"Oh, please, Frank!" I sobbed. "Don't do it ... don't fuck
me!"
He gave a bitter, tight laugh. "I ain't completely crazy ...
yet. That's what you oughta get, though. A good screwin'."
I was thrown face down on the mattress and Frank drove his
knee between my trembling thighs to make me spread them apart. In
the next horrible instant I felt him slap a palmful of Vaseline
into the crack of my ass and spread it around.
"That's a sweet little asshole you got there," he laughed,
pushing one of his fingers deep inside. The feeling was so
strange that I gasped for air. Now I knew what he wanted.
"I'll do anything, Frank--but please don't shame me."
He laughed again and I heard him swallow deeply from the
bottle. "You mean you'd fuck me instead of this? Is that what
you'd do, little girl?"
I shut my eyes and remained silent. I felt Frank spread my
buttocks with his thick fingers. I felt the broad cone of his
cockhead shoved against the swirl of my rectum. My mind screamed
with the horror of the moment, but Frank lunged forward with a
groan and the tight muscled ring opened around his glans. The
pain was so intense that my cry of protest was strangled in my
throat. Frank's hands gripped my hips now, as he jerked me first
one way and then the other. He had pulled me half onto my knees
now and I felt his shaft go deeper. It hurt.
"Let me go, Frank," I pleaded. But he paid no attention.
I was on my hands and knees, arms braced in front of me as my
head hung shamefully between them. Frank was almost all the way
inside my body, shoving and pumping. I could hear the sucking
sound of the grease as he pulled back and then my guts were shoved
full of his cock again, making me wince with pain. It was awful.
Then something very strange happened. Frank was touching
that place my mother had warned me never to touch, never to let
anyone touch that squishy little ridge above my hole where the
skin seemed to pucker out and form a small, round tip--my
clitoris. Lots of times I'd studied it with a flashlight at
night, trying to figure out what it was there for. Frank was
shoving it around in the slickness and slipping his fingertips
over the little BB of its tip. Almost immediately the nipples of
my titties mushroomed out and a hoarse moan rolled from my throat.
I hadn't meant to make any noise at all.
"Grab my balls!" he rasped.
"No. I won't." Frank was making me squirm. It was the way
he was touching me down there. I couldn't keep still. It felt
almost like ...
"Get my balls," he threatened. "Or I'll make you wish you
were dead."
Straining to reach back through my spread thighs I found his
hot ball-filled scrotum as it swung like a pendulum against my
mound. I knew, from talk I'd heard at school that a man's
testicles were the tenderest part of his body, so I touched them
like thin-shelled eggs at first, rolling them around in the slick
sac.
"Yes, damn you, yes!" Frank bellowed, his cock spearing my
bottom hard. I was terribly wet from his handling and when he
took his fingers away so he could hold on to my hips, I realized
that I'd been moving my crotch against his caresses. Groaning
crazily, Frank fell sideways on the bed, still pumping his meat
into me, ravaging my poor little hole. Yes, he was spurting my
insides full of come. After a while Frank was quiet and his
breathing steadied. In another minute the room was filled with
his snores.
For a long time I didn't dare move for fear of waking him and
starting the whole thing over again. Once my sphincter gave a
tightening twitch and as the muscles cramped down on his shrinking
meat he grunted and sighed. Finally I managed to pull my body
free of his flesh and tried to doze while the warm sap leaked
slowly out of my bottom. I must have fallen asleep, for when I
awoke it was morning and Frank was gone.
By the time I had bathed again, dressed myself and gone down
to fix breakfast, Frank was sitting at the kitchen table, an open
can of beer in his hand.
"Man, do I have a headache today," he said, avoiding my eyes.
I cracked a couple of eggs into the frying pan and watched
the congealing whites start to bubble. I knew I wouldn't be able
to eat anything until later. "What about the car?" I asked.
After a long slug on the beer he wiped a hand across his
mouth. "Shelly, I've decided to send you out to live with your
Uncle Nat for the summer. Him and the boys can always use an
extra woman around and Aunt Linda will be glad to ..."
"What about the car?" My voice was shaking as I glared
across the room at him.
Frank passed a thick hand through his hair. "Well, you won't
need a car up there on the farm, will you?" He shrugged and
reached for another beer from the six-pack on the table. "Nat'll
loan you the pick-up when you get a license. I just betcha he
will."
The foolishness of trusting Frank hit me then. I'd been
crazy enough to believe that he would actually keep his part of
the bargain.
"You promised!" I cried, tears leaping down my face. It was
useless, I knew, but somehow the injustice of the whole degrading
night infuriated me. If only I was a man, I swore inside ... If
only I was a man I'd kill him.
"Shit girl, I ain't got enough money right now anyways. If I
get another job and get ahead of the bills you'll get that car."
Frank blew a foamy bubble off the top of his new can of beer and
gave me a lewd wink. "Besides I'll be coming up to see you
sometime. When this next job is finished."
Numbly I turned back to the eggs and flipped them over while
my tears fell smoking against the hot pan. I wasn't getting the
car. But, worse than that, I was still under my stepfather's
power. He was, after all, my legal guardian and could take me
with him whenever he wanted. Even being shunted off to Uncle
Nat's farm was better than staying with Frank now. I was afraid
of him, afraid of what he wanted to use my body for.
The rest of the day slipped by with me hardly realizing what
had happened. It was the last day of school before the summer.
Report cards were handed out, autograph books signed, and the
principal made a short speech in the gym. When I got home there
was a bus ticket to Connerton and a ten-dollar-bill on the kitchen
table. I was fifteen years old and with no other kin in town.
What else could I do but pack the few clothes I owned into a
cardboard box and take the cab to the bus station?
Chapter 2
I'd been to Uncle Nat's farm once before when I was ten and
as the Greyhound droned and swayed up the highway toward Connerton
I thought back about that summer almost six years in the past.
Uncle Nat was my only living kin, the brother of my real father.
He had two sons, one older than myself by a couple of years and
the other a grade behind me in school. Most of my memories of the
country were hazy, but there were certain details I did recall--
like the way the boys took me into the barn and watched while I
peed. It was that same day when they showed me their outfits and
I remembered that dark-haired Jason had already developed a few
curls at the base of his cock then. Young, blond Billy Joe had
been awed by the delicate swirls and ridges which grew in the
fecund moisture of my slit. At ten, I had encouraged the boys in
their curiosity. Things had seemed so innocent and fresh then.
A man sitting across the aisle was staring at my legs and
when I saw what he was doing, I felt my skin go prickly hot. Now
I was old enough to know the difference between right and wrong.
How would I be able to face either boy without embarrassment? The
realization that Jason would be almost nineteen made my stomach
flutter. Maybe he would want to kiss me or ... something worse.
When the memory of what Frank had done to me came flooding back, I
put my face in my hands and took a deep breath. For another male
to even touch me would be the most horrible thing I could imagine.
At Connerton I stood waiting for the driver to unload my box
of things. A voice behind made me turn.
"My, my have you grown into a beauty!" the tall man said. It
had to be Uncle Nat. His face was tanned and wrinkled from being
in the sun and the sandy lock of hair which blew across his eyes
made him look younger than he really was. Even when he took my
shoulders and gave me a gentle shake, I didn't mind. His smile
was warm. Until that moment I hadn't noticed that there were two
boys behind him.
"This here's Jason," Uncle Nat said, pulling the tall, dark-
haired boy around in front. "And that's Billy Joe, blushing his
fool head off behind his brother. You remember the boys, don't
you, Shelly?"
I was uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "Yes, I remember."
Jason had on a tattered plaid shirt and his hands looked too
big for his slender body. He showed no sign of embarrassment, but
stuck out his hand instead.
"Hi, Shelly."
I mumbled back a hello and let his warm hand squeeze mine for
an instant before jerking it back. Billy Joe just nodded. Uncle
Nat guided me toward the parking lot while Billy lugged my tied-up
cardboard box. Jason was looking at my legs, but I pretended not
to notice.
The half-hour ride to the farm wound through heavy woods
dotted with fertile meadows. It was quiet and peaceful compared
to the noisy bustle of Connerton. Nat drove and talked about how
they needed another woman around the place. It made me feel good
to be compared to Aunt Linda.
Jason's eyes devoured me all the while and once when I
glanced over at him, I saw the huge lump at his crotch which
spread under his jeans down one thigh. For the rest of the ride I
directed my eyes out the window.
Aunt Linda bustled out of the house when we drove up and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. "We've got this little room by the
tractor shed fixed up for you, honey. It's usually for the hands,
but we ain't been able to afford any for so long you may as well
have it. It's real nice."
Billy Joe lugged my box down and showed me inside. Someone
had painted the walls white and hung yellow curtains. There was a
wide brass bed in one corner and a small table.
"This'll give you some privacy," Aunt Linda said from behind.
"Away from these pestering boys."
Before I'd felt as if Frank had pushed me off on my
unsuspecting relatives without enough warning, but as the day wore
on I gradually accepted their show of hospitality as genuine.
After I'd changed into my only pair of jeans, Jason and Billy
Joe showed me the farm. Then they took me down to the river and
we had to take off our shoes to wade across the wide, sand-filled
shallows. I stepped in a deep, muddy hole and Jason took my hand
to pull me out. When he didn't let go I found myself looking into
his eyes, almost hypnotized. It was that giddy breathless feeling
in my chest again and my fingertips felt hot where they touched
his palm.
"Let's go to the drive-in tonight," he said. "Nat'll let me
take the truck."
"No!" The answer had come from my mouth even before I'd
thought about it.
Jason gave an easy laugh. "Aw come on. You're not afraid of
me, are you?"
"I'm not afraid," I said. But I was. Just the thought of
being crammed next to Jason in the pick-up made me panicky. I
imagined him holding me down and rubbing his cock against my bare
belly until I was covered with white slime. I looked up at him
and shook my head. "I'm not afraid, but I don't want to go
tonight."
The evening meal seemed huge to me. There were biscuits and
gravy and pork chops with plenty of second helpings for anyone
hungry enough to eat them. The boys broke out a deck of cards
afterwards and invited me to play, but the day had been tiring and
I excused myself and went to the small room by the shed. Since it
was so warm, I shed everything but my panties and climbed on top
of the sheets. In a few minutes I was asleep.
The sound which woke me wasn't loud, but the strangeness of
it had me sitting straight up in bed, my eyes wide open. It was
coarse, like a gasping animal. For a moment or two I was
frightened, but as my eyes grew used to the moonbathed room, I
resolved to find out what it was. If I was going to stay on the
farm for any length of time, it would be better if I knew all the
demons right from the start. The sound came again and there was a
solid thumping of hooves in the direction of the corral.
I grabbed the big flannel shirt Jason had given me earlier in
the day and slipped my arms in, not bothering with the buttons.
It was too late for anyone else to be up, so I decided to chance
going out in my panties.
The ground was cool on my bare feet as I crossed toward the
barn. Two dark shapes moved in a circle behind the fence and the
thumping hooves were louder. It was the horses. A breeze blew
the shirt open in front and I clutched it tight and hurried on
toward the softly whinnying shapes. While living in town I'd
never entertained the thought of walking out in the middle of the
night, but here on the farm it seemed as natural as breathing
itself and I was enjoying the adventure.
By the time I'd poked my head between two heavy rails, the
animals were trotting in a fast circle again. I could see now
that there were only two of them--the little mare of Billy Joe's
and Uncle Nat's stallion. The whitewashed wall of the barn formed
one side of the enclosure, and as the bigger horse trotted by I
saw the silhouette of his organ. It had accordioned out into a
long, wet, shiny tube of firm flesh, and the way it swung and
bobbed under the animal as he moved made my legs tremble. I
turned to go back to my room but the mare gave a little snort and
the hoof-beats stopped. Holding my breath, I looked back. The
stallion was touching the softly wheezing mare with his nose.
Touching her rear end. Then with a lunging burst of power he rose
up onto her back, hooves flailing. Oh God, I thought, he's trying
to ... he's going to ...
Again I started back to my room, but another shrill whinny
made me stop. I was ashamed of my weakness, ashamed of the odd
feeling which made me want to watch two beasts couple in the dark
of night. With a sigh I leaned shakily against the corral fence
and clutched my arms over my breasts. The mare had spread her
forelegs for support and was tossing her head up and down. The
huge cock swung up and slapped the smaller horse's belly and the
stallion moved back, hunting for her hole.
My nipples burned against the flannel material of Jason's
shirt and I pushed my fingers inside and rubbed the dark little
stalks until they were even harder. I knew it was wrong, but I
felt drugged ... unable to resist the temptation to touch myself.
Then I remembered the way Frank had touched me that night with his
hand on my clitoris. With a little moan of pleasure I pushed my
fingers under the elastic waistband of my panties and down to my
hot cunt. Just as I shoved into the hot slick, the mare made
another noise and I looked up to see the stallion's cock touch her
where she glistened wetly in the moonlight. The big horse
strained forward and the organ slipped in half its length. The
mare tossed her head wildly and snorted foam from her nose.
My fingertips had searched out the turgid ridge of my tiny
organ and each time I passed them over it, my legs threatened to
buckle. I was panting too, just like the little mare, and each
time the stallion bucked his powerful ass under and filled her
tube with his cock, a whimper escaped my throat. It was such a
fantastically huge organ to be inside the smaller horse. But she
stood braced there, holding her ground while the huge male crashed
his body against her again and again. I could hear the sucking
slickness of their fucking and my hand moved faster against my
sapping little slit.
Another shriek ripped the night air, this time from the
stallion. He was holding his cock deep inside now and bumping the
mare with short rapid jabs. My whole body burned with the heat of
the moment, and as the big horse began to give short, coughing
snorts, I knew that huge spouts of his seed were bursting and
foaming into the mare's body. My knees went all limp and I clung
to the railing with my free hand. The stallion drummed his hooves
against the mare's back and the huge penis slipped free, I watched
a rivulet of semen pour from the smaller horse's body and spatter
onto the ground.
"Oh Mama," I gasped, rubbing myself all the harder, "please
forgive me."
Footsteps close by. Strong arms encircled me, and I jerked
my fingers away from my itching cunt. It was Jason and he was
pushing me up against the fence. Everything had happened so
suddenly that fear took over completely. I brought a knee up
between his legs with all my strength, but one of his big hands
grasped it a full foot short of the target before I could flatten
his balls against his body, before I could make him let me go.
"Hey, you're really rough, aren't you?" he said, pressing my
body up against his. He was wearing no shirt, and mine had come
open. The feeling of my soft breasts against his chest was making
me insane with panic.
"Jason ... let me go."
"I saw you watching the horses," he laughed. "I'm glad to
know that you like it."
"I hated it!" I cried, trying to get loose.
Jason ignored me. "That's why I was out here too. It gives
me a charge to see them in there. That little mare can really
take it."
"Please Jason ... let me go!"
But even as my nails clawed at his back and arms, Jason half
dragged, half carried me toward the barn. The musty smell of
animals and damp hay struck my nostrils and I struggled all the
harder, but Jason had both my wrists encircled with one of his
large hands. I watched him reach a moth-eaten blanket from a nail
on the wall and throw it into a pile of hay.
"Just let me kiss you," he said. "You'll like it."
For a second I broke free, but he caught me around an ankle
and twisted me down. I was panting so hard by now that the air
screeched in my throat.
"Jesus, you act like I'm gonna rape you or somethin'."
He covered me quickly, pushing his legs between mine and I
felt the bone-like ridge of his cock where he'd unsnapped his
pants. He was pushing his penis up against my sopping panties,
pushing it hard against my thinly covered slit. I tried to close
my thighs to him, but it only tightened the friction. My silk
panties were being pushed between my swollen labia against my
clitoris. The tiny shots of pleasure were beginning to grow
stronger as he kissed my mouth and face. Thank God I'm not doing
anything bad, I thought. He doesn't have it inside. Then I
realized that my bottom was moving just like Trixy's had that
night at the drive-in.
"Jason," I gasped, tilting my pelvis so that he could push
the soaking crotch of my panties deeper into my twat. When he
kissed me I tasted spit and blood and teeth and Jason's tongue
dove to the back of my throat. I was making sounds I'd never made
before and my loins burned with the most intensely exotic itch I'd
ever felt. Jason was going to make me do that awful thing I had
always resisted. He was going to make me come.
"No, God," I prayed. "Please don't let it happen!" But my
hands had slipped to Jason's buttocks and I was pulling him even
harder against me, trying to scratch the itch that spread and grew
and rolled across my belly like wildfire.
"Jaaason ..."
I wanted to die, but it felt so good there was nothing to do
but go on thrusting my crotch against him and whimpering like a
whipped puppy. The fire turned from red to blue to white and then
it burst upward into my chest and I wrapped my legs around Jason's
middle and kissed his neck while I squirmed there on the ragged
blanket in the hay.
"You and me are gonna have lots of fun this summer," Jason
whispered.
"Get up!" I screamed. The suddenness of it made him roll
off. I could see the look of shock on his face in the single
shaft of moonlight that filtered in through the loosely boarded
wall,
"What's wrong, Shelly?" he asked, but I was up and running
before the words were out of his mouth. Then my legs buckled and
I tumbled over into the haypile.
"Here, let me help," Jason said, lifting me up.
"Get your dirty hands off of me!" I spit at him. "If you
ever touch me again I'll ... I'll ..."
Somehow I managed to limp to my room, lock the crude latch
and fall into my bed. It was then that I realized that my panties
were wet with something else besides my own juice. I knew the
smell and feel of the slick stuff that was smeared all around my
crotch. I knew it and hated it. Shuddering with disgust, I
stepped out of my soiled underthings and pulled on a fresh pair.
With the prospects of an entire summer ahead of me, I felt
trapped and more confused than ever. But a strangely comfortable
warmth seemed to spread from my still glowing thighs and I fell
instantly to sleep.
Chapter 3
The next morning at breakfast I didn't say much. Jason kept
his eyes down in his plate too, and though Uncle Nat and Aunt
Linda didn't notice how uncomfortable we were, Billy Joe sensed it
right away.
Jason had to go to town for some feed in the pick-up so Uncle
Nat gave Billy the keys to his old Buick and told him to take me
down the river for a little outing. It was easy to see that Billy
Joe was glad to have a day away from his usual chores. Before we
left, I slipped into a pair of white bellbottoms and had Aunt
Linda braid my hair. The sun was already making things hot, so I
wore my thinnest, coolest blouse.
Though he didn't have a license yet, I knew Billy felt four
inches taller as he backed the truck around and headed out on the
rutted road which led toward the river.
"Nat lets me drive any time I want," he said. "As long as I
don't get out on the highway or go into town."
I watched him shift gears smoothly as we climbed a short
grade. Then the road wound between huge cottonwoods and Billy
turned the vent windows in so the breeze would blow across us.
"What happened last night?" he asked without giving me any
warning. "With you and Jason, I mean."
Ever since I'd awakened that morning I'd tried to push the
whole incident to the back of my mind. The whole thing seemed
almost like some horrible dream. Watching the horses had been
wicked enough, but I wanted to forget completely about the way
Jason had thrown me into the haypile and made me act like one of
the rutting beasts I'd seen in the corral.
"What makes you think anything happened?" I asked, careful to
keep my voice innocent.
Billy Joe grabbed a leaf from a low hanging branch as he
swung the truck around a turn. "Jason and I have been going down
to the horses every night, but last night he wanted to go alone."
Billy shrugged. "Then I saw the way you two were acting this
morning at breakfast." He pulled the truck up beside a large
willow and turned off the key. "He didn't try to get in your
room, did he?"
I laughed. "Jason? Of course not."
Billy's serious blue eyes were on me. There was no mistaking
the protectiveness he felt. "Jason's my blood and he's okay, but
I just know how he is with girls. Kind of crazy." Billy tilted
his head "You know what I mean?"
I nodded slowly. "I guess so."
I followed Billy Joe down to the river. We had stopped by a
narrow bend and there was a dam of large rocks which held back
enough water to form a good sized pool. Below the pool was a
foamy, cascading waterfall and I thought right away that the spot
was like a small piece of paradise. Billy Joe was already pulling
off his shirt.
"Going swimmin', aren't you?" he asked when he saw that I
hadn't started undressing.
"I didn't bring any suit."
He wrinkled up his freckled nose and chuckled, "we don't use
them things out here. I keep forgetting you're from the city."
"I'm from a town ... not a city." I felt made fun of.
"Anyway, as long as you're gonna be in the country for a
while, you might as well get used to skinny dippin'."
It was my turn to tease. "Billy Joe, you're worse than you
say Jason is." I folded my arms and looked stern. "I'm not going
to get undressed while you stand there gawking."
He was pulling his faded jeans off over one foot now,
balancing and hopping around on the other. I could see his polka
dotted shorts underneath and they looked so baggy and ridiculous
that I had to laugh. Billy saw me and grinned back.
"Tell you what--I'll jump in and hide my eyes until you're in
the water."
He didn't wait for me to protest. In the next instant I
glimpsed his bare, white bottom as he arced through the air and
disappeared with a splash. In a second or two his blond head
bobbed to the surface.
"Wait," I said. "I don't know if I want to--"
"Okay," Billy interrupted. "I'm turned around now."
It did seem silly not to get into the delicious-looking water
just because I was used to public swimming pools with their silly
rules and regulations. Besides, we were miles from any main road
and the land all around us belonged to Uncle Nat.
Quickly I skinned my bellbottoms off and tossed my blouse on
top of them. I thought about keeping my panties on, but realized
that if I did they'd soak everything else when I got dressed
again. In another second I pulled them off and dropped them with
my other things. I was afraid that Billy might peek any second,
so instead of waiting for my skin to get used to the cold water, I
plunged right in. When the water was lapping around my neck, I
called to him.
"O--O--Okay."
Billy Joe gave me a smile of encouragement and swam over to a
flat rock. When I saw that he was pulling himself up onto it, I
quickly looked away. It seemed stupid though to keep my back to
him all the time so I decided to act as if I wasn't bothered by
his nakedness at all.
He just sat there on the rock, digging at a scab on his leg
while I watched. Dewy droplets of water hung in the reddish pubic
hair around his crotch and the little white snake that drooped
down from the middle of the fluff seemed so soft and harmless that
I was soon losing much of my self-consciousness. In a little
while Billy stood up and dove. I saw his white body knife through
the water and he surfaced not two feet away.
"Hey!" I yelled, covering my breasts with my hands.
"Aw, it's blurry under there anyway." He snuffled some water
from his nose and grinned his toothy smile.
Maybe it was because Billy was a year younger than I was, or
maybe it was because he seemed so nice, but I didn't so much as
flinch when he drifted near and then pushed his mouth up against
mine. For a long time everything stopped. I held my breath as
his lips moved tenderly against my own. Billy's hand touched my
waist and then his other one joined the first. I can stop it any
time I want, I told myself, but still it was like the way hunters
hypnotize rabbits with a flashlight while they take aim. Just as
I was getting jittery, Billy broke off the kiss and dove beneath
the surface of the pool again. Trembling, I turned and started
toward the rocky bank. That was why it was evil to be naked--
because being naked made things happen that you couldn't control.
I was half out of the water when I realized Billy Joe might be
watching.
"You're awful pretty, Shelly," he said from somewhere behind
me.
Quickly I clutched an arm over my nipples and spread my
fingers over the sparse diamond of pubic curls at my crotch.
"Turn around, Billy!"
"Not until you kiss me again," he teased, paddling towards
me.
I plunged back in, feeling angry and excited at the same
time. "All right. Just one kiss."
This time we stood facing each other on tip-toes. I felt his
foot touch mine under the water and then his hands took my face
and brought it close. I closed my eyes and let him do what he
wanted. It felt slippery and nice, even though I was trying hard
not to enjoy it too much. I remembered the way Jason had made me
feel the night before--the crazy, itching explosions that had
racked my body. Billy was touching me the same way, and I could
sense I was weakening again. I actually wanted him to do it more.
"Come on!" I said finally, tearing myself away, "that's
enough." But Billy dove under the surface and clutched the backs
of my thighs. We were in deep enough water to make it hard to
stand when the river surged and Billy Joe knew that. I had my
legs spread for support when he pushed his face between them. I
paddled with my hands and hoped he'd run out of air. Then I felt
his tongue slip softly against the outer lips of my cunt and my
skin flashed hot, even with the cool river slipping over me.
Billy moved again and his mouth opened to cover my slit. I felt
my vulva blossom out eagerly. He was eating my pussy!
Before this, I'd only heard of such things in the shower
after gym class, or giggled about at slumber parties. Even the
more sexually precocious girls I knew thought it was terribly
wicked.
I looked toward the shore, but it seemed further away than
ever. An involuntary shudder swept over me and I moaned. Billy
Joe had sucked my swelling little button between his teeth so he
could tongue it. I was beginning to feel weak and soft all over
when a rolling mass of bubbles broke the surface and Billy's head
appeared behind them.
"You're so fine I could almost drown," he said, blowing water
from his nose and mouth.
I tried to appear calmer than I really was. "Billy, I want
to get out. Right now."
Billy Joe slipped an arm around my waist and walked beside me
through the swifter part of the current. I knew I should get
dressed immediately, but every muscle in my body was trembling
from exertion and excitement and the thick green grass by the side
of the truck looked so inviting. I had to rest, if only for a
second.
Billy's hands smoothed over my sides as I crumpled. I felt
exploring fingers on my thighs and then a wet tongue dove into my
navel. Coming to the swimming hole had been a mistake. Boys were
far too dangerous to trust. Billy was kissing wet spots down my
belly now, but all I could do was lie there panting. Why did it
have to feel like that? It had to be wrong to feel so good. The
hot tongue which was tasting my body pushed apart my crack once
more and I felt the delightful flames engulf me from waist to
knees. Whimpering, I twisted half onto my side in a last effort
to make Billy stop, but he dug his fingers into the meat of my ass
and set off new and wondrous sparks. Even my tight little rectum
was glowing with a pleasurable tingle.
"Get away," I gasped. "Oh God, Billy, don't--don't keep on."
The point of his tongue was pushing at my hymen. I could
feel the pressure--like a soft little eel that was looking for a
place to hide. The slick, slurping sounds made me understand just
how deep in trouble I was getting. Quickly I put my hands down
and grasped Billy's thick, damp hair.
"Stop!" I cried. But even as I twisted my fingers in his
blond locks, something inside me took over, something I didn't
understand. With a choked sigh, I pulled his face even harder
against my frothy cunt and spread my thighs wide. I was up on
tip-toes now, working my pelvis in frantic plunging circles. It
was even itching more than it had with Jason the night before. It
was itching so awful--awful good.
I screamed and a spasm of pleasure broke through my loins.
Billy licked harder and the tickle grew so intense I jerked with
pain.
"Stop--Oh just a little now ... Uhhhh uhhhh."
And Billy did what I said, only just touching my jumping clit
with his lips as I clamped my thighs tightly around his head and
rolled sideways and squirmed and wiggled into the second, and most
thrilling, come of my life.
"Oh doll," Billy murmured, "you taste so damn good."
For a long while I was almost unconscious, my body trembling
and jerking as it cooled and calmed. When I did open my eyes
again, Billy was on his knees near my face. I looked at his flat,
muscled stomach and thin, strong thighs. The slender stalk that
rose out of his curly pubic hair really woke me up fast. I'd
never really seen a man's cock all blown like that in broad
daylight.
"Shelly," Billy said, "will you suck me?"
"What!" I wasn't even sure I'd heard right. He reached out
and touched my cheek with his fingers. "I said, will you suck--"
"No!" I looked down. "Never."
"It's not as bad as you think." The blue eyes danced behind
the freckles and he gave a little shrug. "It's a nice thing."
My eyes were on him again. The soft hues of purple around
the tip of his cock fascinated and repelled me. I remembered the
full color pictures in a medical book someone had stolen and
brought to school. The organ in the pictures had been a lot like
Billy's, and I found myself growing curious about what was beneath
the foreskin which partially hid his swollen glans. The medical
pictures had shown it pulled back, but pictures were only
pictures.
"Just touch it," he asked.
Even as he said it, I was wondering how the skin would feel
sliding back over the shank. But I knew everything had gone too
far already.
"We'd better be getting back, Billy. Really we should."
"Touch it once and then we'll go."
Billy's eyes were so puppy-like and appealing that I felt
mean by not doing at least that one thing. As I reached out, I
told myself that it was only because Billy wanted me to so badly.
My fingers trembled when I took the white skin behind the tip.
Billy made a funny sound in his throat and closed his eyes. I
realized that he must be feeling the things I had felt when he
touched and licked me down there. Fascinated by my control over
his body I circled my hand around the hot member and pulled the
foreskin back. The surface of his glans was shiny purple and as
the taut flesh slipped down over the flared ridge I felt the organ
grow heavier in my hand. It was getting even bigger. Gently I
moved the skin back and forth a few times, and each time Billy's
cock surged with blood. Now my own crotch was tingling with
excitement. His penis wasn't really ugly--at least not when it
was resting in my hand. Billy had started to pant, and I noticed
a clear drop of lubrication hanging from the tip. I moved my hand
back and forth again and it fell warmly onto my fingers.
"Can't you please taste it?" Billy breathed.
I shook my head emphatically. "That's an awful thing to ask
a girl."
"But it's hurting me!" he groaned, clutching his abdomen with
both hands. "Don't you know anything about boys?"
He was writhing on the grass now and the way he bit down on
his lower lip made me feel awful. Maybe he was in pain and I'd
been the one who'd caused it.
"Jesus Christ, just taste it," he begged. "Please Shelly!"
The dark, brooding forces inside me welled up again and I
bent over the pulsing swollen head of Billy Joe's cock, closed my
eyes and licked my lips. I'm a virgin, I said to myself. I've
never been fucked. What I was going to do was bad, but I was
still a good girl. Then I steadied the jumping thing with both
hands, made a little O with my mouth and slipped down over the
moist tip.
For a moment I didn't move at all. The knowledge that I was
kissing a boy's penis made me dizzy at first, but the warm musky
smell was not so terrible as I'd imagined. Billy Joe sucked air
between his clenched teeth and smoothed my hair with his hands.
He liked it. He really liked it!
Maybe a few more seconds wouldn't matter.
Being as tender as I could, I slid the foreskin back further
and glided my lips down over his steaming glans. Billy pushed
himself up slightly as if he wanted me to take him deeper.
Knowing it was insane, I made a little trough with my tongue and
let his rigid cock ride along it until half of him was wet with my
spit. There, I thought. That should satisfy him and I can quit.
But Billy's caressing fingers suddenly clutched my head and,
though he wasn't forcing me, I felt it would be hard to take my
lips away.
Slowly he guided my head forward and back, forward and back
until I was doing it by myself. His penis felt so heavy and hot
in my mouth, so strange.
"Touch me," he gasped. His voice sounded very far away.
As if in a daze I reached out and cupped one warm egg in each
palm. Billy's hands tightened even harder on my head and a low
growling sound started in the depths of his chest. The tip of his
glans was almost making me gag every time I pushed my mouth down
over him, but his clutching grasp was too strong to fight. It was
only at that moment that the full impact of what Billy Joe wanted
filtered through to my sin-drugged brain. He was going to pump my
mouth full of his semen! He wanted me to keep his cock inside my
mouth while he came! He wanted me to eat his white seed.
"Now!" he coughed. "Slow ... real slow ..." His meat
throbbed against the roof of my mouth and the sounds he was making
were stranger than ever. "Lick it on the bottom, Shelly," he
ordered. "Lick it or, swear to God, I'll break your neck."
Scared half to death, I ran my tongue between the division
where the bottom lobes of his glans came together. On the third
sanding rub a heavy fountain of come sprayed into the back of my
throat. I gagged and tried to pull my head away from Billy's
hurting hands, but he yanked me back.
"Suck me!" he mumbled. "Suck me good!"
I sucked obediently with rapid little movements around his
tip.
"Jeeesus damn!" he groaned as another hot glop oozed out of
the tiny orifice onto the middle of my tongue. I couldn't help
but taste the sour salt sharpness of it as I forced it down.
Billy started gliding my head up and down again, and the next
three jets were strong and full. It was coming so fast that I
couldn't help but make little wet gurgling sounds in my nose when
I gulped. My heels were tucked under my bottom and when I felt
them hotly covered with slick wetness I knew my body liked what
was happening. Billy wet my tongue with a last slippery droplet
and he fell heavily into the grass beside me. I sat there dazed,
wiping my slimy chin with a finger.
All the way back to the farm I sat against the opposite door,
too ashamed and mad to speak to Billy. Besides making me do those
awful things with him, I kept remembering that he was my cousin.
Being blood kin made it even worse. But I couldn't ignore the
fact that half the blame was my own. Was that why Mama had
lectured me so often on being good? Had she known that I had a
dark cave of evil inside me that would lead me astray?
"Damn it, Shelly, don't be mad," Billy said after a while.
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"Well you did!" I blurted. "I'm so humiliated and wicked
feeling I wish I could crawl under a rock."
He struggled the truck around a rocky piece of road and
shifted gears. "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. Jason
says that anything the animals do must be all right for humans."
Just hearing Jason's name made me madder. "I suppose Jason
taught you how to ... put your mouth on a girl like that."
Billy Joe's face reddened slightly. "Well ... sure. He's
given me a few pointers, but a guy has to find out for himself
too."
So I had just been an experiment in sex for him. With my
hands braced on the seat and dashboard, I turned to face Billy.
"If you ever tell anyone what I ... what I did to you down there
I'll ... I'll ..."
"There's nothing wrong with giving a fellow some head," he
smiled. "Lots of people do it."
Head. Yes, I had heard that word somewhere before and now I
knew exactly what it meant. I'd given Billy Joe head. How awful
it sounded.
* * *
I spent the rest of the day sitting in the kitchen with Aunt
Linda while Billy tended to the chores he'd skipped during the
morning. I was completely disgusted with myself and sickened by
everything that had happened since I'd come to the country. Yet,
somehow just watching my aunt cook and sing as she drifted
gracefully around the room made me feel better.
It was late afternoon when Jason came clambering noisily into
the house. He had a paper sack of things from the dime store for
Aunt Linda, and after he'd handed them to her one by one his hand
went once more to the bottom of the bag.
"Close your eyes," he said to me.
I closed them and immediately felt something soft and silky
touch my face. It was a beautiful silk scarf all yellow and red
and blue. I'd been wanting one for a long time to tie in my hair.
"It's pretty. Thank you, Jason." I could see by his
expression that he meant it to be an apology for the night before.
"How about let's go to the drive-in tonight?" he asked.
Billy Joe had just come in from outside and when he heard
what Jason had asked, he frowned.
"Well, I don't know..." I stuttered. I was afraid to go, but
it would look funny to refuse in front of Aunt Linda. She turned
then, her arms white with flour.
"I think it would be nice if you two kids did that. I'll bet
Billy would like to go too."
Jason put his hands on his hips and looked irritated. "Do I
have to tote Billy Joe along everywhere I go?"
"Course not," my aunt said. "I was just thinkin' how Billy's
been bothering everybody to take him to a movie. Wouldn't it be
nice if you all went?"
Deciding not to make a scene about it, I went to my room and
slipped into a bright yellow miniskirt that laced up the front
with leather thongs. The blouse that went with it was awfully low
cut, and I would have put it aside for something else, except that
nothing looked half as good. With my sixteenth birthday only
weeks away, my breasts were firm and high on my chest. I smiled
with the knowledge that I still didn't need a bra. Maybe I never
would. I combed my long hair down straight and folded the scarf
Jason had given me into a narrow band to tie behind my ears.
Finally I buckled on my leather sandals and took a good long look
in the old oval mirror that hung on one wall. Even the past month
had changed me. My lips had grown fuller and more voluptuous, my
coltish legs had gained a little shape and my hips were beginning
to take on a graceful, mature swell. That was one of the things
that bothered me most. If it was wrong to do things with boys,
then why did girls go around making themselves pretty all the
time, and why did their bodies get all curvy and soft?
For a fleeting moment I felt like taking all the pretty
clothes off and slipping back into a pair of patched jeans.
Instead, I dabbed a little perfume behind each ear and stomped out
the door. Girls just had to be stronger than boys, that was all.
"Would you look at her," Jason said as I walked into the
house.
Aunt Linda turned and put down her rolling pin. "You make me
wish I was young again, Shelly."
* * *
By the time Jason turned the truck onto the highway, the sun
was starting to go down. I was in the middle and Billy Joe sat on
the other side, his freckled arm out the window.
"Billy," Jason taunted, "you're really shitty."
"What for?" Billy asked, shrugging.
"When a guy wants to be alone with a girl, he wants to be
alone."
Billy's lips went white with anger. "What makes you think
she wants to be alone with you?"
Jason narrowed his eyes at his brother and muttered
something. If I hadn't grabbed the wheel, we'd have gone in the
ditch.
"Come on, you two," I said. "You make me feel like a sack of
feed or something." But I had to admit to myself that it was nice
having some attention from two males at once.
Since it was a week night, the drive-in wasn't very crowded
and Jason found a spot up front. In the car next to us, a couple
were already entwined and half lying down in the seat.
Jason pulled the speaker inside and hung it on the dash.
Then he fished a thin paper sack from under the front seat.
"Look what I brung!" he laughed, peeling back the paper to
expose the unbroken seal of a pint whiskey bottle.
Billy Joe giggled and reached out for it. "Whooo boy!"
"Not so fast," Jason warned as he unscrewed the lid. I
watched him tip it up and take three huge swallows. When he
passed it to me I shook my head no.
Billy laughed, wiping the mouth of the pint with his palm.
"Don't they do this in the city either?" His Adam's apple bobbed
three times and he lowered the bottle again. It was true--the
kids in town that I had known never drank anything stronger than
beer, and not really very much of that.
"Aren't you afraid of getting drunk?" I asked--and felt
foolish for even opening my mouth.
Jason slapped his thigh and hooted. "I'd be afraid if I
didn't get drunk!"
Billy Joe was laughing with him. Before long they were both
whooping like they'd lost their minds. They thought they were so
damned smart that I felt a jolt of courage inside.
"Okay," I said, taking the bottle. "I'm not afraid of a
little whiskey." The first swallow burned like molten steel and I
had to cough. But when I tried to hand the bottle back, Jason
pushed it toward me again.
"The second swallow kills the pain of the first," he said.
His brown eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Oh all right," I said. Jason was right. The second jolt of
booze slid down my throat easily and I even chanced a smaller
third swallow. When I handed the bottle back a fiery ball of
warmth was beginning to spread in my stomach.
Halfway through the first feature the bottle was half empty
and I noticed a slight buzz in my head. I was a long way from
drunk, but at the same time it seemed like all my problems were so
silly and far away. Jason had sneaked his arm around my shoulder
and one hand was resting on my knee. I felt his little finger
tracing circles on my skin and, though it bothered me vaguely, I
didn't stop him.
"Damn!" Billy Joe said suddenly. "Look at those two!"
The three of us craned over and peered out Billy's window.
Since the pick-up was higher than the car next to us, it was easy
to look right down into their front seat. The couple there had
tried to cover themselves with a blanket, but it had slipped half
off and I could see that one of the girl's legs was hooked through
the steering wheel. Her other foot was pressed tightly against a
window, toes spread wide.
I swallowed hard as the bare white bottom of the boy on top
gave a short hard thrust. There was a muffled groan and the
girl's long fingers clawed at his back. Then the boy's hands
slipped down to touch the soft cleft his cock was dividing and he
lunged again as if she were some animal he wanted to stake to the
seat.
The second cartoon was starting up and I turned my attention
back to the screen. My crotch was already damp and I made a
promise to myself that I wouldn't think about sex for the rest of
the evening.
Jason stared at me for a few seconds, then jammed the whiskey
bottle into the glove compartment and gunned the old truck to
life.
"Hey," Billy protested.
"Fuck this movie," Jason growled as he tossed the small
speaker back on the post. Billy and I watched him wheel the pick-
up down the graveled aisle and back toward the board fence behind
the concession stand. He pulled up in the last row and took
another squawking speaker from its hook. There wasn't another car
around for a hundred yards.
"Come on!" he said, taking my hand.
"I want to watch the movie," I protested. I hadn't slurred
my words, but my tongue felt thick and heavy.
Jason twisted my wrist until the pain shot up my arm. "I
told you to come on--"
Billy sat there, staring straight ahead, as Jason dragged me
out of the cab and around to the back of the truck. My breasts
bounced wildly against the soft material of my blouse. I felt
strong hands grab my waist and lift me over the tailgate. There
on the truck bed were an old mattress and a few torn blankets
piled nearby. I saw Billy Joe watching us through the rear
window.
Jason thrust a hand into his jeans and pulled out a crumpled
bill. Then he reached it around the side of the cab. "Go get
yourself something to eat," he said to Billy.
Reluctantly, Billy took the money and opened the door. He
was still looking back over his shoulder as he walked away from
us.
I stood as far away from Jason as I could get, my back
pressed against the cold metal of the cab. He watched me with a
funny kind of smile. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears
and the shallow, rapid heaving of my chest. There were people not
too far away--people who would help me if they only knew--yet I
felt as alone as if I were on a deserted island. Then Jason put a
hand on his big silver cowboy buckle and yanked it open.
"Shelly," he said. His voice was clear and cool. "This is
one night you'll never forget--not as long as you live."
"Jason," I said, shaking my head so hard that my hair flew
out over my shoulders, "I don't want you to even touch me. If you
do I'll ..."
He took a step forward and slipped out of first one cowboy
boot and then the other. "The other night when you were down
there with them horses, you were about to go crazy."
"No ..." I watched him pull his legs out of his Levi's and
drop them by his boots.
"That old stallion was really giving it to Billy's mare, and
all the time your pants were wringin' wet."
"Jason, stay away from me."
One by one the snaps of his shirt popped open and I watched
him slip his muscular arms out of the sleeves. The moonlight
caught his firm build and I knew I'd be no match at all for him.
He looked strong enough to rape two girls at once.
Jason took another step toward me and jerked down his shorts.
His thick, heavy-looking cock bobbed up like a snake. It was
bigger than Billy's, and Jason pulled the skin back with his
fingers so that the head of it glistened wetly in the blue-white
light.
I glanced down at the ground to see how far I'd have to jump.
He was close now and I saw him reach out to grab my skirt.
The slap hit him full in the face and he reeled back a step,
but just as I had one leg over the side of the truck, a hard fist
crashed into my side. My legs went first and the mattress came up
hard against my body. I felt my blouse being shredded by Jason's
thick fingers. My breasts bounced free.
"I'll tell everyone," I sobbed. "Everyone!"
"Pretty soon you'll be begging me not to stop." He pressed
my shoulders down hard and covered one of my quivering titties
with his mouth. When he rolled the already thickening nipple
between his teeth, I arched my back and tried to scoot away, but
Jason had jerked my tiny skirt up around my waist and twisted his
fingers in the narrow crotch of my silky panties. With a quick
jerk, he tore the material through. My pussy was still sopping
from watching the couple in the other car; it infuriated me that
now Jason knew it too.
"Shelly baby," he laughed, "your pussy sure is saying yes to
me."
"No!" I sobbed, beating his back with my small fists. "Oh,
no!"
A knee pushed painfully into my thigh and I had to spread my
legs apart. Jason slid his hips between them and sank his teeth
into my neck. A kaleidoscope of memories swamped my brain. "It's
awful when they stick that ugly thing in you," my mother had said.
I found myself wishing that I'd never grown up, that I was still a
skinny, breastless little girl with no hair on my pussy.
Something was pushing against the damp lips of my pussy as
they swelled open, and a new sensation shot up from my loins.
Jason's cock was pressing at the thin membrane of my hymen.
"Noooo," I pleaded. "Don't fuck me, Jason. Please don't!"
But he plunged his tongue to the back of my mouth and grasped
the outward curve of my hips with his callused hands. I wiggled
madly, trying to escape, but still the heavy, hot tip was shoved
harder against the delicate window of my vagina. It was no use.
With a sigh of surrender I stopped moving and let my thighs fall
apart. Jason gave a snort of victory and lunged forward. Every
nerve in my body cried out as the shank of barbed flesh tore into
my softness, but I bit my tongue and stayed quiet.
I won't cry for him, I swore to myself. I won't let him know
he's hurt me. Again Jason thrust his hard buttocks and I felt the
blood-filled bulb of his glans push aside my tender membranes. My
closed tube was opening, stretching around the invading cock and
wetting it.
I murmured a sigh as a new sensation swept over the first
tearing pain. Jason plunged deeper with every passing second. I
was being fucked in the cunt with a cock. One of my sandals
jarred loose and fell with a thump. My neck was wet from Jason's
kisses, and when the turgid stalks of my nipples rubbed across his
chest it made me squirm crazily. His strong hands kneaded the
flesh of my ass as I wiggled and one of his fingers touched the
tight knot of my rectum and stayed there. It was good. I felt
like a whore, but I didn't care. It was good.
"Put your legs over my back," Jason whispered.
I locked my ankles around his waist and clung there. My slit
blossomed even wider and Jason probed deeper. Then he pulled
himself completely out of my body and ran his distended glans up
over my clitoral ridge.
"Ohhh," I cried, clutching his back with my hands. "Jesus
God!"
"You like it, don't you?"
I swallowed hard and pressed my open mouth against his neck.
"Jason, what are you doing to me? Oh what are you doing?"
Quickly I felt him slip down again and the slick, smooth cock
filled my body again. There was no pain now--no nothing but the
heavenly electricity of fucking. I was full of prick, full of a
man's prick,
Tossing my head like the little mare had done, I tilted my
pelvis from side to side as fast as I could. The bottoms of my
feet began to itch so intensely that I couldn't restrain a
sensuous whimper.
"You been saving it too long, Shelly," Jason breathed. "Way
too long."
"Just don't stop," I mumbled. I was being devoured, ravaged,
raped--and it felt like heaven on earth. Whether it was wicked or
not really didn't seem to matter any more.
My vagina seemed to clasp and suck at the huge thing that had
invaded and widened it, and the insides of my thighs were slick
with my own juice and blood. Jason pushed my legs even further
back and hooked his arms under my knees. Now his tip drove
against the hard little mouth of my womb and I squealed with pain.
He eased back and licked my chin and mouth before kissing my
burning lips.
"That's where I want to put my jizz," he whispered against my
ear. "As deep as it'll go."
"Fuck me forever," I whined, biting his chin until he winced
and pulled away laughing. He let go of my legs then, and as they
fell once more to the small of his back, I dug my heels into him
as hard as I could. I'd never dreamed of acting like this, but
now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. Jason gave a
moan of pain as I raked his back with my nails, then jammed me
full of penis again.
"Noo," I gurgled as a rushing pulse of pleasure grew and
pounded and spread from my aching crotch. And still Jason's hot
core of cock plunged and pulled and stabbed.
I came so slowly that my breath jammed in my bursting lungs
and I rolled my ass in circles, trying to catch the evasive,
rooting animal that teased and prodded below. Tears rolled down
my cheeks as the spasms of pure pleasure made the flesh tremble on
my legs and arms. It was like a crazed, wondrous convulsion,
better than anything in my life, and as it slowly subsided, I felt
for some reason that I was close to doing it again.
Jason gave a roar of passion and shoved his cock so deep that
my tummy was pushed out where the monstrous organ hunted for room.
I was still squirming with the last pulses of my climax, but I
couldn't keep myself from putting my hand to my belly. Through
the flesh of my body I felt the sliding lump of his glans as it
reamed the slick tube of my girlhood.
"Now I'm going to do what I said," Jason told me. "I'm going
to shove every drop of jizz in my body right up into your womb."
"Yes!" I cried, holding my palms against his ass. "Oh yes."
Just like I'd seen the stallion do, Jason tucked his ass
under until it was rock hard and then with his hands clutching my
waist tightly, he pumped his cock into me with short little jabs.
"Ahhh," he sighed and his legs grew rigid behind him. With
each shove I was pushed backwards on the old mattress and I knew
that Jason's bubbly seed was spewing into my most secret place.
I was still groggy and weak when I felt Jason get up from me
and begin pulling on his clothes.
"Jason," I shuddered, "I'm cold."
He picked up one of the old blankets and tossed it across me.
"I'm going to get something to eat," he said.
As I pulled the ragged thing up over my shoulders I heard him
clamber over the back end of the truck and crunch away through the
gravel.
I don't know how long I just lay there on the dusty mattress
in the back of the pick-up, but the tremors of excitement slowly
ebbed away and a warm feeling seemed to try to make every muscle
in my body reach out for something ... something ... Yes, that
was it. I wanted to be held in someone's arms. But Jason had
gone.
Then, through the dazed muddle of my consciousness, came the
realization that I'd lost my virginity, that I'd been penetrated
by a male penis--stabbed deep in the cunt with it and then pumped
full of semen. I'd been fucked, fucked for the first time in my
life--and the boy who had done it had walked away without so much
as a backward glance.
So this was what making love was all about. The boys emptied
their balls into you and then left you lying cold and sad and
alone, maybe even pregnant. No--at least I knew I wouldn't be
knocked up, not with my period only days away.
Shuddering with the emptiness I felt, I pulled myself up and
slipped into my ragged blouse. Half the buttons were missing and
it was torn in two or three places. My panties were nearby, the
crotch ripped completely out. I used them to clean my seeping
cunt and stuffed them under the mattress.
Though my legs were still a bit weak, I managed to find my
missing sandal and smooth my skirt back down. Then I climbed into
the cab and, with trembling hands, began to comb my hair. Billy
Joe walked toward the truck through the rows of empty speakers.
For an instant my heart leaped out, but then I remembered how
easily Jason had bribed him into leaving us alone. He got into
the cab without a word and held out a warm, slightly soggy
hamburger. I unwrapped the paper and took a bite, not really even
tasting it.
"He fucked you, didn't he?" Billy said after a while. His
eyes stared straight ahead at the movie none of us had been
watching.
I was horribly ashamed, but too proud not to face up to the
truth. "Yes, Billy. Jason fucked me." Using that word made me
even more ashamed, grinding the guilt deep into my soul. A
cartoon came on, but neither of us laughed.
"Did ... did you like it?" His voice was very quiet and far
away.
"No."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. "If I'd tried to
stop him ..." Billy said. "If I'd tried ..." His eyes turned
down and he hit a clenched fist against his knee. "Damn it
Shelly, he's bigger than me, and ..."
I put a hand on my would-be protector's arm, feeling a sudden
sympathy for his position. "It's all right. I guess it would
have happened sooner or later anyway. Jason always seems to take
whatever he wants."
"The son-of-a-bitch," Billy growled. I thought I saw tears
of anger in his eyes. "The dirty son-of-a-bitch."
When Jason came back I sat there in heavy silence, pretending
I had other things on my mind. He started the truck up
immediately and put the speaker back on the pole. Of course, I
thought. He hadn't come to see the show anyway. His only target
had been my soft, wet hole. With that out of the way, what reason
was there to stay? No one spoke all the way back to the house,
and Jason never even glanced my way. Once inside my room, I fell
across the old brass bed in tears, hating Jason, hating the farm,
and--more than anything--hating myself.
Chapter 4
In the two weeks that followed I shut my mind to everything
but trying to survive. It made it easier that the boys were kept
busy from early morning till late in the evening. The crops were
coming up and Uncle Nat needed all the help he could get. Besides
the regular chores, Jason and Billy Joe were hiring out to a
neighboring farmer who was building a new barn. They were doing
it for the extra spending money, and I was relieved that they
weren't around so much.
I spent more and more time with Aunt Linda in the big, old
kitchen, or helping her hang the wash. Keeping busy made it
easier to forget what had happened to me, and in a few days I'd
pushed even the most casual thoughts of sex completely out of my
mind.
One hot day a couple of people from a Bible study class in
Connerton came to the door with their pamphlets. Aunt Linda
tossed the tracts on the kitchen table and later I looked through
them while I drank a glass of milk. Seeing verses quoted from the
Bible reminded me that the Good Book was chock full of wise things
on almost every subject. With all my self-centered worries I'd
forgotten that there might be answers for me there.
That night I borrowed Aunt Linda's big black leather bound
Bible and took it to my room. Sunday school had always been so
uninteresting to me with its goody-goody lessons and sweetness and
flowers, but as I leafed through the various books of the Bible it
was like seeing the words for the first time. I read some of
Genesis and Exodus and then flipped further, looking for something
to do with my particular tangle. For some reason I stopped at
Song of Solomon. When I'd been just a kid our Bible study teacher
had always carefully avoided that book of the holy scriptures--and
I had never bothered to find out why.
It was hot again as usual so I was lying face down on the
bed, naked except for panties. Since my door locked securely from
inside, it was an easy habit to get into. Verse thirteen was the
one that stopped me and I must have read it a dozen times, the
last few words aloud.
"... he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts."
I clamped my legs together and felt my labia slip wetly
against the inner softness of my slit. Then I took a big gulp of
air and read on. No wonder the teacher had skipped these parts.
The girl seemed to be talking to the boy and offering him her
pomegranates, but any fool could see it wasn't fruit she wanted
him to have.
Another line caught my attention and I read it five or six
times, rocking my hips slowly against the mattress all the while.
"My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door ..." I
swallowed and read on, "... my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh
dropped upon the handle of the lock."
Why would the girl talk about her hands and fingers being
perfumed just to turn the handle of an ordinary door, I wondered,
unless she was talking about another kind of door. Like the door
between her legs.
More than a little bothered by the passages, I pulled my
panty waistband up, but the damp material at the crotch slipped up
into my slit and rubbed ever so gently against my clit. Without
being able to stop, I rocked my hips faster, panting as I read and
reread the lines of Solomon. It sounded like the girl had put her
fingers on the lips of her cunt and pulled them open for the boy!
Shutting the Bible with a whimpering breath, I ran my hands down
along my tummy and thighs. When my fingers touched the thin, wet
material that shielded my most secret place I gave another panting
sigh, hooked my thumbs in the elastic at my waist, and wriggled
free. With my soles flat on the mattress I opened my thighs and
put my trembling fingertips on my swollen little labia, gently
spreading them back. It struck me then how girls were made--with
a slick warm little pocket in their bodies, a little hole almost
exactly the same size as a male's erect cock.
Holding my breath, I touched the tip of my forefinger to the
rigid little stalk of my sex trigger. A shiver of excitement shot
through my loins and made me raise my bottom from the bed. I
blushed suddenly with the knowledge of what I was about to do.
No! I would not do bad things to myself. The fact was, I didn't
even really know how.
Quickly I pulled my panties back on, slipped into my jeans
and pulled a blue sweatshirt over my head. I had to get out of my
room for a second to calm down. I could go to the house for a
glass of milk.
Everything was dark when I came up to the kitchen porch, so I
let myself in quietly and headed toward the corner where the big
white refrigerator sat. I was almost going to open it when Uncle
Nat's voice rose in muffled anger from the bedroom just off the
hall.
Though I'd never been a snooper, it was hard to resist the
urge to listen--only for a minute or two, I promised myself.
Quietly I padded across the kitchen and part way into the hall.
Holding my breath, I pressed my back against the wall and waited.
"Why in hell not?" Nat's voice hissed. "You used to do it."
Aunt Linda waited a moment before she spoke. "I never did
like your ... your stuff in my mouth, Nat. I just don't want to
any more, that's all."
My knees felt shaky already and I pulled air into my lungs
and clenched my fists to fight down the electric effects my aunt's
and uncle's words were having upon me.
"Damn it to hell, woman. I can't put it in you and you won't
suck it either. What the hell will you do?"
"Be quiet, Nat," Aunt Linda scolded. "You'll wake the boys."
My crotch had begun to seep again with love juices and if I
hadn't been afraid of making a noise, I would have gone back to my
room. Linda spoke again.
"Get on your back then. I'll do it with my hand."
I heard the bed squeak and Nat grumble. Then there was only
a soft bumping sound which went on and on without stopping for at
least a minute. My heart was in my throat with all the imagining
I was doing. I could see the skin wrinkling up every time Linda
moved her hand up toward the crown of Nat's cock--at least in my
mind, I could. But everything inside me was saying that I had to
leave them alone, had to stop hearing things not meant for my
ears.
I started back across in front of the barely open bedroom
door, but a gust of wind from the kitchen pushed it all the way
open. I was still completely in darkness, but with the moonlight
filling the bedroom and the doorway both, I couldn't cross into
the other part of the house without being seen. The only other
direction was down the hall toward Jason's room. I knew I didn't
want to go there.
Cursing myself for ever having given in to my curiosity, I
stayed close against the wall and stared into Nat and Linda's
bedroom. The just-risen moon was blasting its blue light over
their bed, lighting it like a nightclub stage. The tall, white
pillar of Nat's penis stood straight up from his crotch and I
could see my aunt's thin hand pumping the skin up and down just
like I'd imagined, only uncomfortably more real.
My crotch was a soppy mess. I slipped my trembling fingers
under the waist of my jeans and searched through my pubic curls to
the place where my slit seeped honey. Nat had begun to make odd
noises and his excitement was having a devastating effect on me.
"Faster," he mumbled.
My aunt's pretty fingers flashed in the weird light and I
could see the big glans swell each time its swollen ridge was
brushed. I wanted to look away and I wanted to watch. Closing my
eyes in guilty confusion, I probed my clitoris again and again
until my legs threatened to cave in and drop me to the floor. I
was holding on to the door frame now with my free hand, panting
quietly in the lonely hallway while Nat thrashed on the bed.
The soft bump-bump sound of Linda's hand on my uncle's cock
changed suddenly to a slick, sticky noise and when I opened my
eyes I saw why. Spurt after spurt of heavy come was rolling from
the tip of his huge organ and oozing down over my aunt's fingers.
A forceful jet smacked against Nat's stomach and another plopped
onto Linda's arm, but her curved fingers rose and fell again and
again until there was no more seed in his balls.
I rubbed my own cunt harder and faster, feeling an odd
electricity building its tension inside my tummy. My eyes went
out of focus and then came back in again. It had been the first
time in my life I'd caused myself to get so excited just by
touching my parts, but I couldn't continue--not standing there in
front of Nat and Linda's bedroom door.
The moon went under a cloud and as the darkness filled the
house again, I slipped by the open door and out into the kitchen.
In a few moments I was safely on the back porch, resting with my
back against the steps. I'd almost pulled myself together enough
to start back to my room when the screen door opened once more and
Linda came out into the still night.
"Oh, Shelly!" she whispered, surprised. "I didn't think
you'd be up this late."
My aunt was wearing only a thin, loose robe and I glimpsed
her tittles for an instant as she sat down. I thought they looked
marvelously firm for her age, but then I didn't really know how
old Linda was.
"Couldn't sleep," I told her.
For a little while neither of us spoke, then Linda looked at
me in the darkness and gave a small smile. "I never can sleep
either when Nat starts wanting sex with me."
I knew I was blushing and was thankful Linda couldn't see.
While I looked down awkwardly at my bare toes, I felt guilty that
I'd eavesdropped.
"Hope you don't mind me talking a little," she went on,
looking out toward the river and cliffs which the moon had bathed
with light. "You're the only other woman on the place, Shelly,
and sometimes I feel like getting things off my chest."
I watched my aunt as she spoke, almost as if really seeing
her for the first time. Her dark hair was done for sleeping in
one thick braid that laid against her back and reached almost to
her tiny waist. She was slight in build, but her breasts pushed
out round and full against the thin robe and her hips were full
and feminine. I looked at her long nose and delicately flared
nostrils, the way her lips curved into tiny dimples at each
corner. It was hard to believe that Linda was really my mother's
sister. She seemed so full of life, so pretty.
"Men!" she said after another long silence. "They just don't
understand anything about a woman."
"How old are you, Aunt Linda?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't
mind.
"Thirty-four," she said in a flat voice. Then her brown eyes
sparkled and I saw the moonlight reflect in them. "I was only
fourteen when Nat and I met. Nothing else seemed important then--
except being together--so we got married. A year later Jason came
along and the dream faded a little." She looked over at me and
smiled suddenly. Then her hand sneaked into mine and she gave a
squeeze. "Don't let me bore you silly with my troubles though."
"I don't mind," I said quickly. "Anyway maybe I could use a
little advice too. I ..." Turning my face away from Linda's
interested and questioning look, I hated myself for saying
anything at all. I couldn't ask such intimate questions of my own
aunt, couldn't tell her what had happened between her very own
sons and myself.
"Boy troubles?" she asked. Her touch on my hand grew warmer.
"N--n--not really." I gulped and started again. "It's ...
it's just sex. I don't know what to think of it."
There was a little noise from inside the house and Linda
looked around. "Let's go down to your room, baby," she whispered.
"Too many male spies around here. They're up all hours of the
night, robbing the refrigerator usually."
As we walked across the farmyard, Linda put her arm around my
shoulder. Maybe I could ask her a few things. It would be easy
to leave Jason's name out of it. I could even make up a boy and
tell her it had happened months before. No, I thought, better to
stay silent.
Inside my room the only light was the moon-bright square of
the window on my sheets. My still unsteady legs were tired and I
lay face down on the mattress and closed my eyes. Aunt Linda sat
next to me and gently began rubbing the small of my back. It felt
so delicious that I gave a little sigh of contentment.
"Now what's all this trouble you've been having with sex?"
she asked. "I hope the boys haven't been bothering you, because
if they have, I'll--"
"Oh no, it's not that," I lied. "It's just that I feel so
dumb about it all."
"You're all tensed up, honey," she said. "Why don't you take
off those hot things so I can get to your shoulders?"
I skinned quickly out of my jeans and sweatshirt and lay back
down. Aunt Linda's gently circling hands began to loosen the
tightness in my body as if by magic.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't have any troubles--not with
boys anyway." She followed the inward curve of my waist with
light fingers. "Of course what boys want first is to put their
cocks up inside your body and squirm around until you're full of
sperm. And you know what sperm do."
Linda's words were so frank and shocking that I didn't know
what to say back. She sensed my embarrassment and gave my bottom
a couple of playful pats.
"Now don't go getting shy. Two grown women should be able to
talk like this, Shelly. And you know what I'm telling you is
right."
Actually I didn't know anything for sure anymore. Linda
stopped rubbing me for a moment.
"You're not a virgin, are you, Shelly?"
"No," I said quickly, eyes clamped shut against the pillow.
The hands moved on my skin again, lower this time and down the
smooth insides of my thighs. I felt oddly excited by the
confession Linda had just forced from me, but decided not to say
any more if I could help it.
"Did you like it?" Linda asked. "That first time?"
"No. I thought it was awful." I knew that part of what I
said wasn't true. There had been times when the feeling of
Jason's penis and body and mouth had almost killed me with
ecstasy.
Linda stopped again, then started rubbing the cheeks of my
bottom, pushing deep into the flesh with strong fingers.
"Most times a girl thinks it's awful is when the boy doesn't
take enough time--doesn't get her ready." Her voice was matter of
fact in tone and it relaxed my anxieties somewhat. "It probably
sounds strange to you, but that's why I can't stand Nat any more.
He never was very good at loving, but as the years have passed,
he's gotten even worse."
One of Linda's fingers was just touching the sopping crotch
of my panties and a new flush of shame filled me when I realized
she'd know I had been excited enough in the house to wet them with
slick. Maybe she'd guess I'd been peeking at her working over
Nat. But she touched it again and didn't say a word.
"Most girls," she said, moving a finger against the thinly
covered labia, "like to be touched here ... and here."
I swallowed and nodded my head on the pillow. "Y--Yes."
She slipped a hand under one of my shoulders and pulled me
onto my side. Then she rubbed a smooth, flat palm across the
nipples of my breasts. She smiled when she saw me take a shuddery
breath.
"That's a nice place too, isn't it?"
"Uh huh."
"Look Shelly, see what it does to your tittie!"
I looked down and saw the soft protuberance rise out of my
breast's softness like a fast-growing sprout. It was hard and hot
and tingly to Linda's touch. The feeling wasn't new to me, yet
Linda made it seem as if it were. She was so tender. I realized
at that moment that my breath sounded like I'd been running and I
was clutching the side of the bed with trembling hands.
"I'm going to take off your panties, Shelly," Linda said,
hooking her fingers in the elastic band and pulling them down over
my hips. The sensation of them leaving the swell of my hips and
tickling down my thighs made a new tremble of niceness shoot
through my loins, but I wasn't sure whether it was right for two
women to be talking like this, naked in a bedroom in the middle of
the night.
"Maybe I'd better keep ..."
Linda ignored my weak protest and guided the thin things over
my ankles and dropped them on the mattress beside us. "You poor
thing. You're soaking wet. Why didn't you tell me before this
that you were so wound up?"
"I don't know. I ..."
Linda smiled at me and nodded. "I know. It was the same
thing when I was young. Nobody offered a single word of advice
and I was too shy to ask."
Too confused to argue, I let my head fall back on the pillow
and let my aunt run her hands across my breasts and belly. Then
her right hand was at my crotch again, gently nudging my thighs
apart. A thin, smooth finger slipped along the closed slit of my
vulva, picking up slick moisture. Linda pushed it down and back
and deeper. My pelvis tensed and I involuntarily pushed it up
from the bed.
"Oh Golly!" I gasped, not really meaning to say anything.
"See what I mean," Linda whispered. "Boys don't understand
that. Not all of them do anyway." She put her mouth closer to my
ear. "You do like it, don't you?"
"Damn it, Linda, I can't help but like it ..."
Her wet lips came up the side of my cheek, wetting me.
Without thinking, or knowing, or trying to understand, I turned my
face to meet her and our lips opened greedily. We were kissing.
Every horrible thing that had happened to me the past months
rushed through my brain as I clung to Linda frantically--my
stepfather's crude lust, and Billy Joe and Jason after me like
hounds. But Linda was ... nice. I realized then that her robe
had fallen open and our naked bodies were pushed eagerly together,
breast touching breast, nipple probing perfumed skin. The lips
that searched mine were soft, like petals of a flower, and when
Linda tongue wanted into the wet depths of my mouth, I whimpered
and opened to her.
She had turned and stretched out next to me without breaking
our embrace and when her legs brushed mine, I hooked my ankles
behind hers and hung on even tighter, panting hard.
"Darling, darling," she cooed. Her fingers dug at the
swollen bulb of my clit until my head flopped back and forth with
the insanely beautiful feeling.
I was starving for physical contact. I wanted her to touch
me more, wanted her to rub my frothing little cunt until ...
"Touch me too, Shelly," Linda gasped suddenly. "Oh, please
do."
And as I slipped my shaking hand down along Linda's smooth
body, the steady pulse of erotic joy began to build slowly inside.
I was going to come, I realized frantically. Another woman was
going to make me come!
Chapter 5
I slipped two fingers between Linda's full thighs and found
her sex arch. The thick, dark hair of her pubes was like a lush
jungle as I forced my way through it and searched out the
beginning of her crack. Her sex place was bigger than mine--the
lips fuller, the slit deeper. When I pushed up against her risen
clit, I could tell it was longer and stood out more than mine.
Linda's soft pumping motion against my slickened knuckles told me
I was doing it right.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked, hardly able to get the
words out.
"No! Push harder ... harder!"
Accidentally one of my fingers slipped up into her vagina,
and Linda raised her bottom up so that I'd do it again. This time
I pushed in deeply, raking the sides of her seeping tube. I'd
never even done that to myself and when I felt Linda shove her own
fingers into my cunt's hungry cave, I gave a little cry of
delight. Another moment or two and I'd explode. I just knew it.
My aunt moved her ass suddenly from side to side as if she
were trying to escape my rubbing fingers but really didn't want
to. Finally she was wiggling so crazily that I wasn't sure I
could keep my hand against her clit, but in the next moment she
gave a sighing little cry and came, her lush breasts heaving hard
against my own.
Linda had rolled over on top of me, and as the first throb of
joy-energy shimmered through my own cunt and tummy I tossed my
head back and pulled her mouth down to my neck. Nipping teeth
prickled along my skin and the tip of her tongue probed wetly into
the twisted little caves of my ear.
"Baby--Shelly ... come Shelly, come!"
The strange soft creature above me was no man, yet she was
making me feel so wonderfully alive, so right! While my shoulders
and breasts burned under her open mouth, Linda dug the nubbin of
my slit until the itching heights of pleasure enveloped the
surface of my body and consumed me. There was no world ... no bed
... no room--just me, coming and coming and coming.
For the first minute or two after it was over, I was just
alive--wonderfully alive, but with no other thought than breathing
in and out and feeling the closeness of a soft being next to me.
Then Linda moved a little and sighed and I began to realize what
we'd done to each other. Never in my life had I imagined I would
ever have sex with another female. It was something so taboo that
even my mother had never mentioned it.
I waited with closed eyes for the guilt to pour in on me, but
nothing happened. Was there anything really nasty about it? Had
there been one evil word or thought passed between us?
Linda unwound the wondrous tangle of our arms and legs and
sat there on the edge of the bed, looking through the window at
the starry sky.
"I didn't plan for this to happen, Shelly," she said after a
while. "It's just that I can't stand my stupid husband ... can't
bear him touching me any more." She looked at me lovingly. "But
you're all soft and gentle and smooth like a newborn kitten. I
hope you won't think badly of me. I'd feel awful if you did."
I hugged my aunt close and smelled the fragrance of her newly
washed hair. My voice quavered when I spoke. "I liked it, Aunt
Linda ... even if it is wrong."
"Maybe it isn't, baby." Linda put an arm around my shoulder
and kissed my cheek. "Maybe it isn't."
It took me a long time to go to sleep after my aunt had gone
back to the house. All I could think about was sex, sex, sex.
One thing I knew: It felt wonderful, whether a boy did it or
another female. It was the guilt afterwards that bothered me.
Yet the longer I pondered about the whole mess, the less I could
believe it was wrong to do things to someone that made them feel
so good.
It was late when I woke up next morning. Uncle Nat met me in
the front room with a yellow paper in his hand. It looked like a
telegram.
"Seems as though Frank's coming up to pay us a visit," he
said smiling. "Sure hope he doesn't decide to take you with him
when he goes. Linda has appreciated the extra help you've given
her around the place." My uncle noticed my white face and
frowned. "Something wrong, Shelly?"
"It's nothing," I mumbled, sinking into a chair. "Just
hungry, I guess."
I read the telegram through a haze of fear. It was true. My
stepfather had been laid off his job and was on his way to the
farm. I swallowed back the bitterness that welled up in my throat
and tried to give Nat a brave smile.
"I haven't seen Frank in some time," he said, "but I know he
likes poker." He slapped his thigh and pushed a callused hand
through his hair. "I'll be lookin' to win some of his last
paycheck off him."
Aunt Linda fixed me a late breakfast and I didn't look up
once until the plate was clean.
"Anything wrong, darling?" she asked finally, pressing my
hand with intimate warmth, a reminder of the night before.
"No!" I blurted quickly. "Nothing at all."
How could I tell even Aunt Linda that my stepfather had
already put his cock into one of my holes and was on his way to
the farm now to take care of the other one?
I spent a nervous morning helping with the usual chores--
except that I broke a cup while washing it and spilled a bowl of
sugar on the tablecloth and really wasn't much help at all. When
the men had all gone to the fields to work, Linda cornered me in
the hall and pressed me against the wall. I could feel her
unbridled titties and hungry hands. When she pushed her lips
against mine, I let myself go limp in her embrace. The beating of
my heart said, yes, strip off your clothes and fall naked in the
bed. But something else cautioned me to wait.
"Linda," I gasped, twisting away from the fingers that had
already found the warm wet nest of my loins. "Can't we wait? I
want to think about things."
"Just touch me!" she cried. "Touch me or I'll die."
Gritting my teeth to strengthen my resolve, I slid a hand
quickly under the hem of her dress and up along the inside of a
soft thigh. I'd just pushed under the nylon of her panties and
buried my fingers in her soaking cleft when a screen door slammed
in another room. It was Billy Joe coming in the house for
something. Thankful for the interruption, I pulled myself away
and left Linda shaking there in the hallway while I went out to
gather the morning eggs. I felt awful to cut her short like that,
but there was still a vague, nagging guilt in my mind when it came
to playing intimate games with another female. I had lots more to
learn about myself--and about other people--before sex could be so
casual.
At noon, Nat returned from the bus station in Connerton with
Frank. My stepfather saw me standing there on the front steps and
held his arms open to embrace me.
"How's my little girl?" he said.
"All right, I guess." I wanted to scream to everyone what he
had tricked me into doing, wanted to tell them about the Vaseline
and his penis sliding up and down against the skin of my belly
until it gushed seed, and the time he'd forced his cock into my
very guts while I sprawled in pain under him. Instead I stared
back at him without so much as a smile.
"Why, you're getting prettier every day, I swear!" Frank
laughed uneasily. His eyes looked bloodshot from too much
alcohol.
After my stepfather had unpacked, I wasn't surprised to see
him set a bottle of bourbon on the kitchen table--"For
emergencies," he told everyone. Aunt Linda had made the boys
double up in one room so Frank could have a bedroom all to
himself, but I could tell she didn't approve of the uncouth manner
with which he treated everyone but Uncle Nat.
All the rest of the day I stayed out of sight. By the time
evening rolled around and the supper dishes were washed and put
away, Nat and Frank had set up a card table in the front room and
started to shuffle a tired deck of cards that my uncle had found
somewhere. The bottle of bourbon was close by my stepfather's
elbow and both men had water glasses half filled with the amber
booze.
More than anything I wanted to slip away quietly and lock
myself safely in my room, but Linda had some yarn to work on and
wanted me to stay. Helplessly I sat there with the yarn wound
over my hands while Frank leered at my tight-jeaned legs. I could
have sworn that he was trying to see the crack of my vagina
beneath the faded material--and that made me feel even more angry.
Billy Joe was sitting across from me buried in a paperback novel,
but when I looked across to him for solace, he lowered his eyes,
closed the book and went to his room without a word. Ever since
Jason had forced himself on me in the back of the pick-up, Billy
had acted strangely--almost as if he'd lost an important battle
and no longer had the right to speak to me again.
I was relieved that at least Jason wasn't around to make me
feel even more preyed upon. He had gone into town in Uncle Nat's
old Buick, probably to sow wild oats, I thought to myself.
It was almost nine when Nat and Frank got up from the card
table and staggered laughing out the door. They said they had to
go to town for more liquor. I waited until I heard the pick-up
start and lurch out of the yard. Then I said good night to Linda,
let her kiss me once on the lips, and started across the dark yard
to my room by the barn. It wasn't that she didn't excite me with
her whispered suggestions and secret touches when no one was
looking; but everything was coming at me too fast. I wanted to be
left alone.
I was halfway across the big, rock-strewn yard when the
lights of the old Buick swayed into view and illuminated me
against the whitewashed buildings. Instead of stopping by the
house, the car swerved my way. It was Jason, back from town and
driving crazily.
I broke into a run and headed for the shed I stayed in, but
before I could reach it, the car careened in front of me and slid
to a stop. Jason was out before the dust blew by, standing in
front of me.
"Where ya headin' in such a hurry?" His mouth was pulled
down in a strangely humorless smile. He took a long look at my
shape in the glow from the headlights and shook his head.
"Goddamn it, you look good in them Levi's. Like you're about to
bust right out." Suddenly he reached out and grabbed my wrists.
I wanted to scream, but the tight fear in my throat had
paralyzed me. Using every ounce of strength I could muster, I
twisted my hands free and darted toward the barn. Jason's feet
pounded behind me as I burst through the door, slammed it behind
me and ducked into a pile of feed sacks. The door crashed open
again on squeaky hinges and I glimpsed Jason's figure outlined in
the entrance. He advanced into the gloom quickly and I heard him
curse when he tripped on something in the darkness.
As I backed up slowly, my shoulder brushed a wooden ladder.
It was the way into the hayloft. In an instant I'd slipped out of
my sandals and started softly up the crude rungs. If I could hide
there, maybe Jason would tire of the game and leave me be.
It was warm and musty inside the loft. In a corner I found a
pile of fresh hay and settled down to wait while below my pursuer
shoved aside boxes and tools while he hissed my name. After a
while there was only the silence of the night.
I'd almost decided that Jason had given up the search when
the ladder to the loft began to shake. He was climbing up to
where I'd hidden. Quickly I looked around, frantic for another
place to escape to, but the only light was what little seeped
through the cracks in the dilapidated roof. It was even too dark
to see Jason emerge and step into the hay, but I heard his rapid
breathing and knew he wasn't far away.
A drunken laugh frightened me to the quick. "Let's get some
light in here and see where Shelly's hiding!"
Almost immediately a trap door in the roof crashed back and
the moonlight filled the loft. Jason's shirt was already
unbuttoned and he took it off and dropped it as he came toward me.
The muscles in his arms snaked powerfully and I watched them
despite my fear.
"Well, well ... all barefoot and everything. Waiting for me,
weren't you?"
"Stay away from me, Jason!" I cried, my voice weak and shaky.
"Like hell I'll stay away," he said back. "You've been
staying away from me the last couple of weeks and all I been
thinking about is that fancy little body of yours."
I jumped up and started around him, but Jason had an arm
around my middle in an instant. He pulled me roughly around to
face him.
"One thing for sure, though--I ain't gonna fight you this
time to get what I want."
"That's the only way you'll get it," I spit back. Jason's
eyes scanned the small loft as if he were searching for something.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
Then I saw what he had in mind. There was a bunch of old
leather straps hanging from a beam near the ladder. Jason shoved
me over to them and pulled a couple down.
"Nothing like a mule harness to tame a balky mule," he
laughed, wrapping one of the wide straps around my two wrists and
cinching it tight. I fought him every inch of the way, but it was
like battling a water buffalo. Jason was big and mean and strong.
In another second he'd tossed the free end of the strap over a
roof beam and pulled my arms so far above my head that I couldn't
quite touch my heels to the straw below me.
"Jason, I'm begging you. Please let me go back to my room.
I'll kiss you. I'll go out with you again ..."
"You'll kiss me all right," he said, chuckling at my poor
bargaining position. "You know, you're mighty pretty all strung
up like that. Just like a choice side of beef."
I closed my eyes and felt like weeping, but the tears
wouldn't come. What kind of perversion was he going to try on me
as I dangled from the beam? Finally a hot tear fell down my cheek
and I tasted its saltiness.
"Quit the damned bawling," Jason snapped. "You ain't gonna
be killed or nothing for Christ's sake."
When Jason started stripping off his pants I didn't want to
look, but I found myself staring anyway. His cock sprang free and
bobbed up, hard and heavy-looking, a muscled truncheon of lust.
My mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, and when Jason
unbuttoned my blouse and ran his rough hands over my heaving
little melons, I gave a whimper of helplessness. With a long
pocket knife, he cut the sleeves out of the pretty little top,
then tore the back down the middle.
"I'll buy you another one," he said, dropping the two ruined
pieces in the straw at my feet. "It's gonna be worth it."
When Jason reached for my pants I knew it was futile to
resist, but I tucked my knees up under my naked tittles anyway,
trembling there until the straps cut so painfully into my wrists
that I had to submit. Jason waited patiently until I stopped
struggling, then slipped the denim down sensuously inch by inch,
kissing my navel and then the bones of my pelvis and the hard
little pubic bump below. I felt his lips all the way down my
thighs and legs until my clothing, panties and all, was in a
crumpled hall in Jason's hands. I wasn't ready when he snatched
up one of my feet and kissed the bottom of it, biting and licking
until hot shivers shot through my loins. I gnawed my lower lip
and tried to act completely unruffled by his technique.
He had tied me under the trap door which he'd opened to the
roof, so the moon cast its blue light over both of us. Jason
circled me slowly, touching all my curves and bumps, kissing,
fondling, even tickling me a little.
"You got some fine-ass titties," he said after a long
silence. "Not too big, not too small. Just like oranges." A
hand went out and I felt his thumb working on one of my nipples.
He was standing very near now and I saw him lift his cock and rest
the head of it against my bare tummy.
"This prick of mine wants in there," he said, giving me an
evil smile. "It's been saving gallons of come just for you,
Shelly."
I could see one small glistening droplet at the tip, and as
he shifted his body it came away and hung there like dew above my
tummy. Jason was suddenly kissing my breasts, licking circles
over the rosettes and nipples, wetting them completely. I tried
to fight the sensations, but it was no good. He was exciting me.
"Don't, Jason ... D--d--don't!"
His mouth made a wet line down the middle of my chest and
belly and when he paused at my navel again and pushed his tongue
deep into it, I felt my labia swell outward with blood. I was
getting all squishy down there and instinctively I clamped my
thighs together.
"Won't do you any good," Jason said, smiling up. He was on
his knees now, his mouth level with my fluff of pubic hair. His
hands grasped my hips firmly and he pressed his face against me.
The snake of his hot tongue traced the beginnings of my crack,
then plunged into the slick damp. I was helpless in my effort to
stop the rising button of my clitoris as it grew and pressed back
against his caresses.
"Jason ... I w--w--wish you'd stop ..."
"No you don't," he laughed. Now his mouth circled one of my
thighs and started up the crack of my ass. For a brief moment I
felt the wet heat on the tight circle of my rectum, but Jason went
higher, feeling out each bump of my spine with his tongue and
teeth. When he nibbled at the nape of my neck, I couldn't help
but lean back against the irresistible sensation. The lobes of my
ears were next and I began to moan a little. Jason encircled my
body with his arms and I was glad. What small amount of
resistance I had left disappeared when I felt him push his hot
cock between my thighs and up against my swollen labia. The
blooming lips opened wetly and Jason rubbed the ridged head
against my clit until he too was covered with my juice. His penis
seemed bigger and harder than it had the night at the drive-in; I
could almost imagine it bursting up into my soft vagina. I shook
my head and whimpered with the wrongness of it all. I had to get
down and force myself to run.
Jason invaded my mouth next and the tantalizing sensation of
his tongue licking my lips and teasing along my chin brought
another surge of girl-slick from inside me, wetting the shank of
his cock even more. My breasts were flattened against his chest
as he pulled me close, licking my armpits, shoulders and neck
until I was panting and yanking against my bonds.
"Put your legs around my waist," he ordered.
"No!"
"It'll take some weight off your arms." He kissed me again,
sucking my lower lip deep into his mouth. Weakly I pulled my
knees up and locked my ankles behind the small of Jason's back,
Immediately I felt the new angle his cock made at my crotch. It
was pressed tightly against the entrance to my body and when I
gave a little cry of panic, Jason smiled and nudged the tip of his
shaft into the small circle of muscles. I twisted violently
against the straps, trying to bring my legs back down again, but
Jason had my ass firmly in his grip, my thighs pinned against his
sides by powerful arms. The muscles of my vagina opened and I
could sense the filling as my tube clung to the big cock, dividing
in front of it.
"Ohhh no," I sighed, knowing I was unable to stop rocking my
pelvis ... unable to stop twisting my body down on the luscious
organ. The wrongness was swept away by new fires erupting in my
most tender places. The feeling of being penetrated was too
exquisite to fight against.
One of Jason's hands went up and there was a sawing, cutting
noise. My arms were jerked back and forth, then came free from
the beam, but my wrists were still bound tightly together. Jason
pulled them down over his head and I clung there while he lowered
me into the hay below, his cock still half into my twitching,
tingling body. The muscles in my arms were at once relieved and
when Jason put his mouth to mine again, I kissed him for cutting
me down. He lunged forward and another inch of his meat
disappeared between my mound's lips. Having him on top of me,
weighing me down against the prickly hay, brought every grain of
passion rushing through my blood.
"Tell me you like it!" Jason hissed in my ear.
"Y--Y--Yes ... I do!" My climax was building fast and I
thrust against his movements, clawing his back as the drool ran
from my open mouth. Something was clearing at last in my head. I
did like it, did like a cock shoved up into my body until I was
insane with the itch of it. But I still hated Jason--hated and
loved him for what he was doing to me.
"Oh Jason ... Jason, I'm coming. Oh! Ohhh!" I strained
against the straps that bound my wrists, sinking my teeth into
Jason's shoulder. He cried out and ground himself into me so hard
I couldn't breathe. Our slipping organs grew even slicker as his
semen poured and jetted into me and oozed out into the hay. Then
all was quiet.
I kept everything out of my mind except the beauty and the
warmth of a body on mine ... a breathing, living man inside of me.
Then suddenly Jason was pulling away. I felt his cock slip out
and tried to catch it with my cunt, but he was already on his
knees. No, I thought, don't leave me empty again ... so warm, so
wet, so slick to stay like that. Don't leave, Jason. Don't you
see that's why I hate you?
"Jason!"
"Gotta go to bed." He cut the leather straps on my wrists
with his pocket knife and picked up his jeans. The familiar
lonely feeling that had saddened me at the movie that night was
creeping through my guts like a monster I couldn't control.
Didn't he care anything about me? Didn't he care at all?
"My things ... you ruined my blouse." For an instant I
thought I'd cry, but I clamped my eyes shut and forced back the
sobs.
"Here, you can have my shirt," he said, tossing it at my
feet. The ladder thumped until he was down and I heard him go out
through the outside door. Slowly I cleaned myself up with the
torn blouse and put on my Levi's and Jason's shirt. How could
anything that made you feel so wonderful while it was happening
leave you in shambles when it was over? For a long time I stared
up into the starlit sky, thinking. I thought of Linda and her
disgust with Nat, thought of my mother's warnings. Sex was fun--
oh God it was wonderful--but if men were all such beasts, then a
woman would always feel like one too whenever she coupled. I
stood up and clenched my fists in frustrated anger. Now I knew
how they were, how men wanted to make females grovel and hate and
be afraid. I choked back another sob and grinned bitterly.
Tomorrow was my birthday, and I resolved to begin again now that
I'd be sixteen. There'd be no more men forcing me into their evil
games and lies. I could be strong too.
My sandals were at the bottom of the ladder where I'd left
them. After slipping my feet in, I headed from the barn to my
room. It was still pretty bright out, and I saw the pick-up
parked near the house. Nat and Frank were back from town and
probably drunker than ever. The old kerosene lamp on the table
brought an amber glow to my room when I lit it and I'd turned to
close the door when a voice scared me out of my wits.
"No need to light that," Frank said. He was stretched out on
my bed with a quart of liquor in one hand. My brain almost
refused to accept the rest. He was naked from the waist down and
his resting cock lay against one hairy thigh. I clutched Jason's
shirt tighter against my breasts and shivered with fear and
disgust.
"Get out of here," I stammered.
"Now you may as well shut that kind of shit up," he said,
swinging a leg off of the mattress and putting the bottle on the
small table by the bed. "Nat's busy in the house ..." His voice
took on a filthy tone. "With Linda."
A vision flashed before me of Linda trying to fight off her
drunken husband, but being forced down, her legs spread as Nat
stuck his cock roughly into her. My stepfather took a step,
swayed and caught the corner of the bed and then took another. I
wanted to break and run, but he had already gotten between me and
the door. Oh God no, I thought, not again! But if I humored him,
maybe I could put it off until there was a better chance to ...
"Aren't you at least going to let me get into something
else?" My voice hadn't given me away yet. I tried to smile and
look sexually agreeable.
Frank narrowed his eyes with suspicion. "You mean I ain't
gonna have to convince you?"
I turned away, afraid he might see the lie in my face. "Not
if there's something in it for me. Once you promised a car ... or
did you forget again?" I heard him uncork the bottle and swallow
heavily from it.
"Well now ... Hell, I haven't forgot nothin'."
I turned, feeling the advantage was mine again. "Make me an
offer."
Frank scratched fingers through his mussed colorless hair and
shrugged. "Okay, okay. I'll get you that damned car. By God,
we'll go in first thing tomorrow. It can be your birthday
present."
Of course I knew he was lying, but then I was too. Making my
hips slink, I came across the room and started unbuttoning his
shirt, praying all the time that my nerves would hold out. My
hands trembled terribly on each button, but Frank didn't seem to
notice. He was staring at the little mountains of my breasts
pushed tight against Jason's thin cowboy shirt.
When he reached out for me, I stopped his hand and smiled.
"Why don't you just get in bed and we ..."
"Oh, no," he shook his head. "You ain't gonna get out that
door."
"Silly!" I scolded, taking his cock in my hand. "I was just
going to get out of these clothes."
Frank's face went soft as I moved his foreskin down over the
enlarged head and then back again. Over and back, over and back
... faster, faster. He staggered backwards to the mattress and
collapsed on it with a sighing moan. I glanced quickly at the
door, measuring how fast I'd have to run, thinking of a place to
run to.
"Damn Shelly, just keep doing that for a while," he grunted.
"I knew you were a hot-ass little girl all along."
"Oh sure," I said, caressing his balls with my other hand.
"I just like to get something in the bargain too." I was pumping
Frank's huge cock as fast as I could now and the head surged
darkly with blood every time I brought my fingers up.
"Jeeeesus," he gasped, closing his eyes. "You'd better lay
off that ... It ..."
Swallowing my nausea, I forced myself to lean forward and
wetly kiss Frank's stomach, praying for his semen to explode.
"Don't worry," I whispered. "We've got all night to do it
again."
"Yeah ... But ..."
My fingers rolled the slick eggs inside his sac and I watched
the muscles along his thighs tighten with his building lust. Now
I watched the tiny slit-like orifice at the tip of his glans. A
tiny droplet appeared suddenly, glistening in the yellow light
from the lamp. Then a thick, whitish glop rose like a fountain
from his shaft and fell wetly against his furry chest.
"Shee--it!" Frank coughed.
I dropped his pulsing, come-soaked cock and broke for the
door. As I made the porch just outside, I glanced back long
enough to see him grasp his purging member and fall half off the
bed, cursing while he jerked the milky semen from his body.
The door on the pick-up stuck when I first tried it, but I
banged it frantically with my fist and it popped open. There was
a growling call somewhere behind me, but I switched on the
ignition and shoved with all my might against the starter pedal on
the floor. Thank God, Uncle Nat always left the keys in the
truck. The old pick-up turned over lazily at first and then a
little faster. More than anything I wanted to pump the
accelerator, but I remembered watching Billy drive and his
warnings against flooding the engine.
Quickly I looked back at my room. Frank was coming down off
the porch now, starting across the yard. I could see the long
lines of his shiny semen reflecting the moon off his legs and
stomach.
"Hey ... you!" he called.
The engine coughed blue smoke and bucked to life just as my
stepfather came up beside me. He reached for the door, but it was
stuck again and I let the clutch out fast while the motor raced.
"Little bitch!" he swore as the truck pushed him backwards
and he sprawled in the dust. I flicked the lights on and steered
the old clunker up the narrow, rutted road which led eventually to
the highway and Connerton. With no money and not even a driver's
license I knew I'd have to go back to the farm in the morning.
But at least for now I was safe. I thought maybe I could find a
place to stop and rest and pull myself back together. Any place
... just so long as another man didn't try to touch me.
As I turned left from the dirt road onto the blacktop, I
heard a yipping bark behind me and turned to look through the rear
window. It was Napoleon, my uncle's German shepherd, pressing his
black nose wetly against the glass. He always liked to sleep in
the back of the truck and I'd brought him along with me by
accident. For the past week, the big friendly dog had been
following me around a lot, so I felt just a little less lonely now
with him close by.
When the lights of the town grew closer, I gripped the big,
worn steering wheel and kept my toe down on the gas pedal,
thankful to be free of males for a while.
I'd almost driven by the big, lighted tent on the side of the
road when I realized what was going on and something inside made
me pull the truck onto the shoulder and turn around. It was a
revival meeting on the outskirts of Connerton--place where I might
find some comfort.
Craning my head up over the steering wheel, I wound through
the battered cars and trucks parked all over the unused cornfield
by the tent. I found a place at last and told Napoleon to wait in
the cab until I got back. He scampered happily onto the seat and
closed his eyes.
As I wandered up, a fat man in a shiny suit grinned
pleasantly at me. "Glad to have you, Sister." There were a
couple of vacant folding chairs in the back row and I took one and
sat down to listen to the tall, bony preacher up front. He wore a
brightly checkered jacket, floppy pants and wing-tipped shoes. I
could clearly see the crazed gleam in his eyes all the way from my
distant seat.
"You have to take care of your neighbor!" he shouted, shaking
his snow white hair, "if you want God to take care of you."
Some heads nodded and a man hollered, "Amen, Brother!"
The preacher raised both hands and looked up at the top of
the tent. "People tell me they looooove God!" He looked at the
audience again. "Well, friends, I just tell them to give somebody
in trouble a helping hand and find out what God's love is all
about!"
"Hallelujah!" a big, black woman shouted from the row in
front of me. I felt like shouting too. Something about the
preacher's words made me feel good inside.
"Don't say you love God and then call some acquaintance out
of his name!" The preacher made a sweeping gesture with his hands
and studied the people before him. "Backbiting ain't done nobody
any good any time. Why, you wouldn't do anything like that to
God, would you?"
There was a shout from the front row and an old man got down
on his knees. "Praise the lord," he rasped.
People all around me got to their feet on a signal from the
preacher and the quartet of singers behind him broke into a fast-
riding spiritual while a black brother pounded out an irresistible
throbbing back-up on an electric organ. I stood up too,
completely lost in the music--so lost in it in fact that I hadn't
noticed the tall blond boy who'd taken the seat next to me.
"Want a sip of this?" he asked, pushing an open can of beer
my way. "It's kind of hot in here tonight, and Brother Clyde up
there tends to make it even hotter."
I shook my head and looked back to the front of the tent
again. I wasn't even going to speak to another male. Not here,
not anywhere ... ever.
The music roared and swirled around me and I rocked gently to
the beat, thinking about what Brother Clyde had said and hoping
the boy next to me would go away. After a while my curiosity got
the better of me and I glanced quickly over at him. He was
wearing an expensive shirt, faded Levi's and leather boots that
didn't seem as though they'd seen much work, not farm work anyway.
Yet he was as strong-looking as Jason but taller and better
looking.
"Now listen!" shouted the preacher over the throbbing music.
"We're gonna show God's love tonight, you hear!"
"Thank you Jesus!" yelled a thin woman not far away. She
threw herself into the aisle and rolled around until her clothes
were covered with sawdust. A few other people stood close by to
keep her from hurting herself.
Brother Clyde smiled broadly and nodded like he knew
everything there was to know. "Now I want everybody here tonight
to throw your arms around that neighbor beside you and show him
what Jesus is talking about!"
I looked shyly to my left, but the woman there was already
hugging someone else. My face flushed red and for a moment I felt
like bolting from the tent and running back to the safety of the
old pick-up and Napoleon.
"Well folks ... What are you waiting for?" The preacher's
eyes seemed to be burning right at me when he spoke and I turned
away from them and looked up at the blond boy's face. Our eyes
met and I could see that he was embarrassed too. Then he gave a
little smile, dropped his empty beer can on the floor and held out
his arms.
"Hello neighbor," he said.
I put my arms around his middle and felt his hands warm on my
back. We stood like that for a few seconds, and I sensed the heat
of his body, its softness and hardness where we fit together. I
closed my eyes and thought of Jesus and thought of the Song of
Solomon. I thought of my mother and sex and Frank, my stepfather,
and Jason and ...
A gentle hand pushed my head up and there were lips on my
forehead, pressing wetly. Then they were gone. "Brother Clyde is
right," the blond boy said. "That's what Jesus is all about."
I pushed my way out of his arms and stumbled through the
clapping, singing people until I was outside in the cool, evening
air. I was almost to the pick-up when I heard footsteps behind
me,
"Hey, what's the hurry?" It was the boy again.
The damned old engine wouldn't turn over fast enough to catch
and as I sat there straining my foot against the starter, he
leaned against the door and watched me through the open window. I
hoped that Napoleon would bark at him, but the dog just hung out
his tongue and tilted his head to one side. The boy reached
across and scratched Napoleon's ears.
"Look," he said, "I don't know what your troubles are, but
I'd like to be around when you work them out." He motioned back
toward the tent and shrugged. "You can't blame me for kissing you
in there. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?"
"What do you mean?" I snapped, just as the old truck shook
itself into life.
"I mean you're about the prettiest chick I've seen since I
left New York." He gave his easy smile again and the grey eyes
sparkled. "Go ahead--just go ahead home and take a close look in
the mirror." His next words were almost a whisper. "With or
without clothes."
I let the clutch out with a jerk and steered the truck out of
the lot toward the highway while the blond boy stood watching me,
arms folded across his chest. After shifting into second I
chanced a quick look back. He was waving, but I snatched my eyes
back to the road again and chewed my lower lip. I was tired,
awfully tired. Maybe everyone would be asleep back at the farm.
Maybe I could get some rest without being bothered. But even
before I got to the dirt road which wound toward Uncle Nat's, I
was wondering if Aunt Linda would mind letting me use the full
length mirror in her closet--just for a quick look, anyway.
Chapter 6
The next morning I felt surprisingly rested for what I'd been
through the night before. I was trying hard to forget Jason's
coldness and my stepfather's loveless lust, but one memory
wouldn't disappear--the burning kiss on my forehead which the
blond boy had given me at the revival meeting.
Uncle Nat met me as I came up the front stairs of the house
and took me aside.
"I found out what Frank tried to do to you last night,
honey," he said, his mouth white with anger. "Caught him in the
yard missing his pants and damn near beat bell out of the son of a
bitch."
A rush of gratitude made me hug my big uncle around the
middle. If only he knew what Jason had done to me--twice. But I
couldn't bring myself to tell him.
"Your lousy stepfather told me he just got liquored up and
lost his head. I told him we don't need him around any more.
Figure he'll clear out in a day or two." Nat guided me gently
toward the kitchen. "Now look what Linda's gone and fixed for
your birthday."
There was a big chocolate cake on the table with sixteen
white candles in it. Aunt Linda came across and gave me a
squeeze. When her kiss on my cheek lingered and grew sensual, Nat
didn't seem to notice. I sneaked an arm around her too and let
her hold me as long as she wanted.
"After breakfast," my uncle said, "I'm taking you into town
to get that license you keep talking about all the time."
Linda got the boys to come in and I blew out the candles and
helped pass around the pieces. I tried not to pay any attention
to Jason's looks, though it was plain that he was gloating over
his second conquest and looking forward to a third, Billy was as
quiet as ever. Frank stayed in his room, probably too hungover
and bruised from Nat's beating to make an appearance. I was
certain it wasn't because he was ashamed. He'd never known what
the word meant.
Linda had ironed the only blouse I had left and an orange
miniskirt to go with it and I went into her room to change. I had
just fastened the belt to my skirt when I remembered the mirror in
her closet door and what the boy at the revival meeting had dared
me to do.
The sixteen-year-old who stared back at me from the silvered
surface was pretty, even prettier than she'd been a few months
before. I studied my legs and the way they were filling out in
the calves, though my ankles had stayed thin. My breasts would
never be as large as Linda's, but they had taken on more roundness
and the nipples pushed out brown and dark from the paler rosettes.
I smiled and ran a brush through my shiny brown hair. It had
grown since coming to the farm and when I pulled it down in front
of my shoulders it reached way past my breasts, covering them with
a wispy veil. I imagined the blond boy seeing me like that--
wearing only a miniskirt. Then I shook my shoulders until my
maturing nipples thrust through the long strands of hair. Feeling
immediately wicked, I shut the mirrored door and finished
dressing.
Uncle Nat was already waiting for me in the truck and when I
got in he laughed and spun the wheels in the thick dust. "I was
gonna let you get some practice with this rig, but after last
night I figure you don't need any."
I was terribly nervous all the way to town, and, to make it
worse, my uncle disappeared somewhere while I took my driving
test. Still, I knew I'd pass. For weeks I'd memorized every
possible question and the correct answers. After the policeman
was satisfied I could handle the old truck well enough to be safe,
it was over. For a few minutes I sat waiting for Nat to come back
before I realized that I could drive downtown looking for him if I
wanted ... all by myself.
I'd only gone around the block once when I saw Uncle Nat
coming out of a liquor store, a brown package grasped in his right
hand.
"Had to have something for my head," he said, climbing in.
By the time we'd gotten a couple miles from town, the bottle
was already a quarter gone and my uncle's complexion had flushed
red. I was too excited driving to pay much attention. Even when
he told me to pull off the highway and take a narrow road toward a
small house by a wooded hill, I didn't expect anything out of the
ordinary.
"Gotta drop off something for old Ben Gordon," Nat said,
swigging out of his bottle again. "Won't take but a second."
Ten minutes passed, then twenty. It was too hot sitting in
the truck, so I got out and wandered around the side of the house
where a big willow was growing. Everything looked run down and
gone to seed. The rusting hulk of an old car sat in the back and
nearby was a doorless barn bordering a fallow pasture.
There was something about the name Ben Gordon that I knew I
should remember. When it came to me. Old Ben Gordon was supposed
to be half crazy, and his young wife was rumored to be loose with
men. I'd heard some farm wives talking once while visiting with
Aunt Linda. I was starting to question my uncle's motives for
stopping at the Gordon place when I heard soft laughter coming
from a bedroom window near the back of the house. A bed squeaked
and I heard more laughter--Uncle Nat's. The female voice floated
as light as petals on water.
"You know how much I like you visiting me, Nat," she said.
I guessed what they were doing or about to do, but I
flattened myself against the side of the house anyway and scooted
nearer to the closed screen. What was there about people having
sex that made me just have to look?
"Come on, Connie," Nat said. "Do that dance for me."
I peered in the window, careful not to let myself be seen.
Connie Gordon was standing in the middle of the room looking
across to where Uncle Nat lay sprawled half-naked on the bed. She
was wearing a black lace bra and bikini-style panties to match,
and her lithe body was moving in a slow, undulating dance. She
didn't look much over twenty-four or five and her figure was
everything I hoped mine would be some day. I watched her close
her eyes and wet her lips as she moved closer to the bed. Uncle
Nat's uncircumcised cock was heavy with blood and the shiny glans
was pushing its way out from the foreskin.
"Aw shit, baby, why don't you take it off now?" he said.
Gracefully Connie slipped a hand behind her back and
unclasped the bra. Then she let it slip down slowly until one
large, firm breast popped over the black, lacy edge. I swallowed
hard and shook my head. Her strip was even getting me hot. The
bra fell to the floor and then she began to skin down her panties,
I saw the kinky brown muff of hair at her crotch and then more of
it. Connie pulled a leg out of one side and pointed her toes
straight like a ballerina would do. When the naughty piece of
apparel slid down to her ankle, she kicked it across the room and
Nat lunged to snag it in mid-air. Then he reached out for the
giggling girl, but she was already pirouetting away, her long hair
flying out behind her.
"Why, Nat," she teased, "what do you want with little old
me?"
Nat laughed and swore and caught one of Connie's trim ankles.
I watched with a crimson face as she was dragged and wrestled to
the bed. Connie was acting so wanton, almost like a whore. Did
men like their women to behave like that? I wondered. Suddenly I
was angry with my uncle for his adultery, and angry at Connie
Gordon, too--perhaps because she was blatantly unashamed of her
body and the power it held over members of the opposite sex,
My labia felt heavy and hot. When I rocked my hips once or
twice in irritation at my condition, my clitoris pulsed and
throbbed like a time bomb as a hot gush of sex honey dampened my
panties. I looked again into the bedroom. Just one more quick
glance, I promised myself.
Nat had forced Connie's thighs apart and was positioning his
cock against her glistening membranes. The glans was fully
extended now, shimmering darkly with purples and blues. My
uncle's balls made his sac hang heavily and I gave a little gasp
as Connie reached out a hand and hefted the loaded eggs.
"Is all that for me?" she simpered, pushing her tongue out
between her lips.
By now I had fallen against the window frame for support and
both my legs were shaking with passion. What was it that could
let Connie Gordon enjoy herself so much? The very same things she
was joking about only twisted my emotions into a tangled, guilty
knot.
I had almost resolved to go back to the truck when Connie put
her hands on her knees and pulled them apart, opening her vulva
completely. There was an odd, slightly pained look on her pretty
face as Nat inched the head of his penis between her labia and
pushed forward.
"Oh, damn it, Nat ... I've missed you," she sighed, squirming
against the mattress as she was penetrated. The head of his cock
was gone now and as I watched with a pounding heart, the shaft
slipped into Connie's body inch by inch. I put both hands tightly
over my own crotch as if to forbid anything similar ever happening
to me again, but the sudden pressure against my puffed and sopping
labia brought a tiny whine of frustrated desire from my throat.
My mind rebelled, but I left my fingers where they were and
slowly ground my pelvis against them. "Oh damn!" I mumbled.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
The footsteps behind me snapped me back to reality. I turned
quickly and found myself looking into the unshaven face of an old
man who was holding a finger across his lips to advise me to stay
quiet. Slung casually across his bony forearm was the longest
shotgun I'd ever seen. He didn't have to tell me to keep my mouth
shut. I was so scared I could hardly draw a breath.
"Now get over here," he hissed in an ancient waver. I could
only pray that he hadn't seen what I'd been doing to myself.
Quietly I went where he motioned, even my blushes blushing.
"So you like to watch the two-backed beast, eh?" he cackled.
He was guiding me down the same narrow road we'd driven in on, and
I realized that the further away I got from the pick-up, the
smaller was my chance of escape.
"Wh--wh--where are you taking me?" I asked.
"Never you mind," the old man said. One of his claw-like
hands grasped my wrist and pushed me toward a grove of trees just
off the road. "That wife of mine thought I was gone up the creek.
Thought I'd be gone all day." He cackled again and spit. "Hell
fire, I know what she's up to and don't give a damn neither."
I opened my mouth to say something, but thought better of it
and stayed quiet. I was in no position to argue.
"Didn't figure I'd find Nat's niece slinkin' round my house,
though." He saw my look of surprise and nodded. "Oh sure. I
know who you are. And a mighty pretty little hunk of tail too."
"Please," I begged, "can I go back to the truck?"
He went on, ignoring what I'd said. "If your uncle can come
in and pump my Connie full of seed, I figure it's a fair exchange
for me to take you down here where I can get a better look."
It would be easy to outrun him, I thought, especially since
we were already heading toward the main road. I could be there
ahead of him and hide in a culvert until I could flag a car. But
there was the matter of his being kind of crazy ... would he be
nutty enough to use that shotgun he was carrying? I wasn't ready
to take the chance. We walked under the low-hanging branches of a
big tree and Ben Gordon leaned his gun against the trunk.
"All right, you can start peelin'."
I turned and gave him a look of shock. "What did you say?
"I said for you to uncover your hide. I want to see what it
looks like."
Slowly, I started unbuttoning my blouse, taking as much time
as I could. When the last button came open, the old man stepped
close and stuck out his hand. I felt the hard nails of his
fingers scrape along my skin as he pushed back my thin top. A
breast bounced out as the material caught against a nipple, and
Ben Gordon licked his chapped lips.
"Why, you're plumb ripe, girl," he said. Then he gave a
crazy coughing laugh. "Let's see the rest."
I looked toward the house and then toward the main road. It
was a good quarter of a mile to the pavement and I was thankful
that the old idiot hadn't made me take off my sandals. Carefully
I laid my dress and blouse aside--in a place where I could grab
them quickly. Ben Gordon opened his eyes wide at the dark patch
of wetness at my crotch.
"You can just hand me them pants now," he wheezed.
If he thought he was going to climb on me there under that
tree, he really was crazy. I knew I could stop him somehow if he
got that close. But Ben fumbled at his fly and pulled out his
white, veined cock, making no move toward me at all. By now I was
out of my soaked panties and waiting there naked in front of him,
the flimsy things dangling from my fingers.
Ben snatched them away and pushed the pink nylon against his
grizzled face. When he grabbed his cock with the other hand and
began to move it, I knew my chance had come. It seemed the old
man had a thing for panties.
Grabbing my miniskirt and blouse I put a tree between Ben and
me, then ran as fast as I could go, not stopping until I'd made it
to the embankment below the road. Old man Gordon hadn't bothered
to give chase, so I hid myself behind a rock and quickly pulled on
my things ... all except my panties of course. After smoothing
down my hair I climbed up to the road and started in the direction
of my uncle's farm. A car whizzed by and disappeared around a
turn. I knew if I could hitchhike it would save a couple of miles
of walking anyway. When I heard the next sound of a motor, I
turned and put out my thumb, but it was only a motorcycle. I had
already dropped my arm and started walking again when the fellow
driving stopped beside me anyway.
"Told you I'd see you again," the blond boy said, pushing his
goggles up on his forehead. It was him--the same boy I'd met at
the tent service, the one who'd kissed my forehead.
I motioned awkwardly up the road and shrugged. "I was ... I
was just ..."
"Taking a walk five miles from town?" he offered, grinning at
me.
"Guess so." Self-consciously I tugged down at the hem of my
skirt.
The boy slapped the leather seat behind him. "Come on, I'll
take you wherever you're going."
It was a long walk to Nat's farm, I thought, and besides in a
way I was glad to see whatever-his-name-was again even if he was a
male. When I threw a leg over and pressed my naked bottom down
against the sun-warmed leather, the strange sensation made me give
a little cry of surprise.
"Name's Thad," the boy said and took off so quickly that I
had to clutch both arms around his waist.
"Mine's Shelly," I hollered back over the engine's roar.
"Thanks for stopping."
The only place where the wind wouldn't burn my eyes was
behind Thad's broad shoulders, so I laid my head there and hung
on. The vibrations of the powerfully throbbing cycle made a
strange and exciting friction against the wet lips of my vulva, no
matter how hard I tried not to let it. I was so worried about my
tumultuous emotions that I didn't notice when Thad pulled off the
highway and wound up another road. He pulled the rumbling cycle
into a clump of bushes and turned it off. Weak from the
excitement of being rubbed by the seat, I managed to get off and
wipe the shiny spot of girl slick from the leather with my hand
before Thad could see it.
"Hope you don't mind me stopping," he said, hanging his
goggles over the headlight. "I was afraid I might not get to talk
to you if I took you straight home."
It was nice and cool there under the trees and I told Thad a
little about the farm and my aunt and uncle, making it sound as
innocent and normal as I could. It was hard to keep the hatred
out of my voice, though, when I spoke of Frank.
"So you don't care much for your stepfather," Thad said,
studying my face. "Am I right?"
I nodded and looked quickly at my hands. It was so easy to
talk to Thad about things I'd never tell another soul. Then he
told me a little about himself. He was really older than he
looked--twenty-eight to be exact. He'd been heading for San
Francisco when his truck had broken down and stranded him in
Connerton until the part could be shipped in from upstate. He was
planning to open a bar with a friend on the Coast when he got
there.
"You take your motorcycle with you everywhere you go?" I
asked.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." He picked a long stalk of
grass and stuck it in the corner of his mouth. "When things get
down on me, I just roll that beautiful bike off my truck and let
her rip. Best medicine in the world."
Neither of us had spoken about the revival meeting or what
had happened there, but I was thinking of it all the time. Now
that I'd gotten to know Thad a little, I could see he wasn't like
any of the other men I'd met in my life, not that I'd met that
many. I liked the way his hair curled long around his ears and
down over his collar, the way his craggy nose had freckled in the
sun.
It occurred to me that we'd talked for a half hour or more
and Thad hadn't even laid a hand on me. In fact, I was almost
beginning to hope he ...
Thad got up suddenly and pulled me up by my hands. I was
trembling with suppressed excitement and the magnetic attraction
between us was so heavy I could almost see it in the air. I
wanted to say something, anything, but the look in his eyes made
me stay quiet. I knew what Thad wanted to do. He wanted to kiss
me.
Our mouths moved together like shy searching animals at
first, so soft and warm that it brought a sigh from my throat.
Then Thad pressed harder, exploring my tongue with his own. It
was beautiful. Thad's hands moved down my body, following the
curve of my waist and the outward swell of my bottom. I tensed.
He had sucked my ear lobe between his lips now and the sensation
was driving me crazy. But what would he think if he found out I
had no panties on?
I twisted in his arms, but it was too late. Thad had slipped
his fingers down to the edge of my miniskirt and then under it.
When I felt his palms warm against my firm little cheeks, I looked
up at him, ready to make some silly excuse or explanation. Both
of us were trembling with the excitement of the moment, and when I
opened my mouth to speak, he put a finger to my lips and smiled.
"It's none of my business," he said.
I knew Thad could see me panting, but I couldn't help it.
Closing my eyes, I pushed my face against his chest and clung
there, more mixed up than ever about boys and how I should act
around them.
"Shelly," he said finally, "I'm going to make love to you."
"No!" I said, stiffening in his arms, "Really. I don't want
..."
Thad cut me off. "Like I said the other night, I don't know
exactly what your problems are, but I can cure this one for you."
His assumptions made me suddenly angry. How did he know that
I was troubled with sex anyway? "I think you'd better take me
home now."
"I will. After I take off your clothes and ..."
Again I tried to get away. "Please, let me go--" Thad had
slipped his hands down to my naked ass cheeks again and the
sensation was lovely--so lovely that I couldn't keep from giving
another sigh.
"It isn't wrong to say you want to do something." Thad made
me look up at him. "Come on. Just say what you feel."
"I don't know what I feel," I cried. His fingers had found
my wet mound and each time he petted it, I thought I'd collapse
right there.
Thad laughed again. His relaxed and easy manner had
dissolved my anger, but I wasn't going to give in so easy to what
had always hurt me in the past.
"Look," he whispered, "just repeat after me, What can it
hurt?"
"All right," I said, frowning, "but saying it won't mean that
I mean it."
He pushed inside my sopping folds and rested his finger
against my clitoris. I fought down the shivery feelings and
stared up at him, resolved not to be weak.
When he spoke, Thad's voice was soft and romantic. "Say,
Thad I love you."
"Thad, I love you," I said, not smiling.
"Good. Now try this. Thad, I know you want to make me happy
and make me come." He waited patiently for my reply.
"This is silly," I snapped. "Okay, I'll say it." Thad
pushed his lips against my neck as I began. "Thad, I know you ...
W--w--want to make me happy and m--m--make me ..."
I tightened my arms around his chest a little tighter and
tried to remember. My loins were melting like butter against his
softly caressing fingers and his teeth nipped playfully at the
tenderest spots on my neck.
"You haven't finished it yet," he urged.
"And make me ... come," I sighed, feeling my thighs pulled
hard against his, feeling his erect cock bound tight by his
clothes.
We fell--or, I thought we were falling. It was only Thad
lowering me into the soft, wild grass that surrounded us on every
side. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back. I felt the sun
on my titties and then the wetness of Thad's mouth and tongue. My
tiny skirt was wadded around my waist, but I didn't care. He was
struggling with his own pants now. Then our bodies pressed
together warmly. Our skin rubbed and tickled in a thousand places
and I felt my turgid little nipples slip along Thad's tan chest.
I kissed his neck wet wherever I could reach it.
"See how beautiful it can be?" he said softly.
I was afraid to say anything, though I wanted to beg him not
to leave me when he was finished, not to leave me alone to be
ashamed. Instead, I just held on to him like we were the last man
and woman on earth.
"I don't know how long I can last," he said. "You're very
pretty, and I'm over-due." Thad pushed my slippery labia apart
with his fingers and I felt the hot glans of his cock nestle
against the tiny head of my clitoris and then slip down to my
vagina. Tilting my mound up so he could go inside easier, I let
my hands hold him softly at the small of his back. I hadn't even
seen his cock yet, but somehow I knew it must be beautiful.
There was a wet sound and I felt our bodies join, his member
stabbing upward with a glorious splash of feeling. Thad heard the
hot little rushes my breath was making and he touched my chin with
his lips. "I love you, Shelly."
"Oh, do you, Thad? Do you really?"
"Yes," he whispered back. "Already I love you." Thad's cock
was all the way in me now and when he began to pull it out, I
squirmed my bottom against the ground and whimpered. I felt like
a soft little bunny who needed it so awfully bad. Thad kissed me
around the mouth until I was murmuring words that weren't really
words.
"Oh, darling," I begged, "make me feel good like you said you
would. Please, Thad ... please!"
Thad's cock slipped in and out of my body, making slick, soft
sounds of love. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and back
until he winced a little and bit me tenderly on one breast. My
face was wet with his spit as I moved my body under him. My come
was starting already. The point of no return rushed by and my
groin and tummy spread fiery tendrils through the rest of my body.
"Shelly," Thad moaned, "I don't think I can hold it any
longer."
"Oh, don't hold it!" I cried, hugging him tight. "Don't hold
it any longer."
We struggled together, gasping and twisting on the grass.
Thad rolled over and for a moment I was on top, his cock planting
semen into the very back of my vagina. When he pushed me under
him again I felt my insides close around his penis tightly. I was
crying with the thunderous waves of pleasure that Thad was rubbing
from my vulva with his spurting cock.
"Gosh Thad ... Oh, damn it, I'm going to die!"
"Shelly, baby ... you're fucking me dry," he sighed and
covered my mouth again with his own wet lips.
I didn't know I was still crying, but Thad's tongue licking
at my tears brought me out of my day dream. Maybe I was sad
because deep down I knew that the joy and love was over. Thad
would pull on his clothes, take me home and go on to California.
He probably had dozens of women waiting for him on the coast.
"Why the tears?" he asked, cradling my head in his hands.
"Thad," I began, trying to be brave, "you don't have to hang
around and be grateful or anything. You can just take me home if
you want, and I'll promise not to beg you to stay or ..."
"Hold on a minute," he said, shaking his head. "Where did
you get all that crap?"
I lowered my eyes and pushed my finger over a freckle on his
bare shoulder, feeling terribly foolish. The breeze blew a strand
of hair across my eyes and Thad shoved it back.
"Well, let me tell you a few things before you freak out
again, okay?"
I nodded and tried to smile. "Okay."
"You're gonna go to California with me for a starter ..."
"Oh Thad," I gasped, hardly believing my ears.
"Hold on. There's more to it than that." He studied my face
closely. "How old are you anyway?"
"I'm nineteen in just a--"
Thad shook his head. "No, you're not. Come on. How old?"
I looked away again. "Sixteen. Sixteen today."
He scratched the side of his head and narrowed his eyes in
thought. "I figured it was something like that." Then he looked
at me again, smiling. "Okay, no sweat. We can still do it."
Our bodies were still joined together and I could feel Thad's
big cock melting into softness, yet clasped firmly by my vagina.
This is the way it was supposed to be, I thought.
"Thad darling, I love you, I love you!" I pulled his face
down and pushed my open mouth over his. For a while we stayed
that way, then he looked into my eyes and smiled his loving smile.
"Now I think we'd better figure out some plans."
We stayed under the trees for another hour, playing with each
other's bodies and growing closer. I'd been right about Thad's
cock. It was beautiful. He let me look at it while it was soft
and we both laughed when my explorations and fondling started it
growing again. The glans was pale when small, but as Thad got
excited it took on a dusky violet and seemed to be almost bursting
with blood.
Too soon it was time for Thad to take me home and get back to
Connerton. He had to pay the garage and pick up his truck before
he could load his gear into it at the motel. We agreed that I
would meet him at the crossroads early next morning with my
things.
I showed Thad where my uncle's place was, but made him let me
off a half-mile away, just so nobody would see him and get
suspicious. He told me to leave a note that said I'd gone to New
York ... or anywhere, for that matter, except toward the West
coast. There were still a lot of things I couldn't yet bring
myself to tell Thad about what had happened to me at the farm.
But there was all the time in the world for that--later.
My problem now would be to stay away from Frank and Jason
until I could get away the next day with Thad. I wasn't foolish
enough to believe that Uncle Nat's warnings would keep my
stepfather away from me, and Jason had obviously come to the
conclusion that I was an easy lay any time his pants got tight.
The sound of Thad's motorcycle droned away into the distance
as I started down the dusty road toward the farm, thinking already
about the next time I'd see him.
Chapter 7
Nat's old pick-up still wasn't parked by the house when I
walked down the hill into the yard. I only hoped that Old Man
Gordon was true to his word and didn't care about my uncle plowing
his pretty young wife. When Linda saw me dragging into the
kitchen, she wiped her hands on her apron and gave me an
inquisitive look.
"Where's your uncle?"
"He let me off at the pasture gate," I said, making up lies
as fast as I could. "Said he had to get over to Johnston's to
pick up some baling wire."
Linda looked as if she believed me so I got a drink of water
and went into the front room. Frank was sitting on the couch
blowing steam off of a cup of coffee. There was a big bruise
under his right eye and a long cut on his forehead.
"That was a neat little trick you played on me last night,"
he muttered.
I looked at him coolly. "You're the one who plays tricks." I
started out onto the porch.
"Wait, don't leave yet."
I stopped and looked at his battered face. "How did you
explain those bruises to Linda?" I asked with a smile.
"She just thinks Nat and I scuffled a bit," he said, digging
something out of his pocket. "But unless you keep your voice
down, she'll know the rest."
I put my hands on my hips and frowned. "Maybe a few people
should know just how lousy you really are," I said. Somehow I
felt more confident around my stepfather now. More and more he
seemed a tired old man with no morals instead of a rampaging tiger
on the loose.
"Okay, okay," he grumped, pushing a shaking hand through his
thin hair. "Look, I'm leaving tomorrow or the next day. It'll be
the last chance I'd have of ..." His beady eyes took in my long
legs below the hem of the miniskirt.
"I've got some things to do, Frank," I said, starting out the
door again. He stood up, almost spilling his coffee, and thrust a
wad of bills into my hand.
"Just let me come see you tonight." He looked like a man who
hadn't eaten in months. I smoothed the crumpled bills out and
counted them. About fifty dollars ... a down payment anyway on
all that my horrible stepfather had done to me in the past.
"Okay," I said, stuffing the bills into the pocket of my
blouse. "But don't come until morning. Daybreak would be best."
By then I hoped to be in Thad's warm arms and heading out of the
state.
"Yeah ... sure." He rubbed his bleary eyes and picked up his
coffee again. "You won't regret it, Shelly."
Linda came in from the other room and Frank left the house
quickly, avoiding her face. She watched him go, then looked at
me.
"Something funny's going on around here," she said. "Shelly,
what made you drive off in that pick-up last night? By the time
I'd gotten away from your drunken uncle there was all kinds of
commotion, and then them out there fightin' by the barn."
"I just felt like taking a ride," I said quickly. "Nat said
I could if I didn't go far."
"I don't like it," she said as I went out. "I don't like it
at all."
Jason was coming across the barnyard with a bucket and,
though I pretended I didn't see him, he blocked my path and
undressed me with a lewd look.
"Wanta ride into town with me later?" he asked.
"No, Jason. I'm busy." He put down the bucket and grabbed
my wrist. When I tried to jerk free he squeezed until the pain
shot up my arm. It was his favorite trick and one that always
worked.
"Tell you what," he continued, "I'll just sneak down tonight
and take care of you ... How's that?"
"What are you talking about?" I forced my eyes to meet his.
Jason gave me a twisted smile. "Hell, it's been about
twenty-four hours since you've been bred. You must be missing my
cock somethin' awful."
I wanted to scream to Jason that I'd met a wonderful boy
named Thad, wanted to tell him how much better Thad was with a
girl. More than anything I wanted to tell my horrible cousin that
I was leaving the farm the very next day with Thad.
"Let me go, or I'll call for Linda." My voice was shaking,
but Jason recognized the anger in it and dropped my hand. I
walked on toward my room, Jason only a step or two behind.
"Listen here, cunt," he snarled. "I'll be down here when the
sun sets--and you'd better be ready for it, or I'll break down
that silly little shed you live in."
I slammed the door in his face and bolted the lock. Napoleon
had gotten up from his corner and was standing with his hackles
up, growling low in his throat.
"It's okay, baby," I said, petting him calm again. The big
shepherd, it seemed, was the only friend I had left on the place
besides Uncle Nat. Even Linda had been getting short with me
since I'd tried to cool our more intimate relationship.
By the time suppertime had rolled around, I'd stuffed what
few things I owned in an old duffel bag I'd found in the barn and
hidden it under the bed just in case someone wanted to snoop.
When I went into the kitchen, everyone was eating quietly.
Frank was eating in his room, still a little shy of Uncle Nat to
face him over a plate of fried chicken.
Jason immediately started touching me under the table, but I
managed to stay away from his greedy fingers long enough to stuff
myself with drumsticks. I knew I'd be missing breakfast the next
morning and would have a long way to walk, so when the pie came
around for the second time, I had more of that, too.
The sun was just going down when I went back to my room and
locked the door behind me again. It would only be a few hours and
I'd be with Thad. Already I was yearning to be naked underneath
him. How could it be wrong to fuck someone like him?
The mugginess of the night made me open both windows, but I
still had to shed my clothes to be comfortable. I thought of
touching myself as I lay on the sheets, but decided to wait for
Thad to do it instead. It was better somehow when he fondled my
slick parts, when he made me come.
I don't know how long I'd been asleep when a terrible crash
made me sit up in the bed, hands over my bare titties. The door
stood open and, though it was too dark to see much of anything, I
recognized the shadowy form silhouetted by the moonlight. Jason!
Napoleon started across the room growling, but then there was
a scurrying scratch of his paws on the bare wood floor and a
barking squeal of pain as Jason grabbed the dog by the forelegs
and sent him somersaulting out the door. Then he slammed the door
shut and blocked it with a chair.
I tried to get out of bed, but Jason caught my shoulders and
shoved me down again. Already I could feel his cock pressed
against my panties. He was unshaven and there was the
unmistakable odor of beer on his breath.
"Jason," I cried, "I don't want you to do this. I don't, I
don't!"
"That don't matter none," he said.
I bit and scratched, but Jason pinned my wrists against the
mattress. Oh, why did it have to happen now--after I'd found
Thad? There was another noise at the door, drowning out
Napoleon's steady barking. Had Uncle Nat heard the noise from the
house and was coming down to help? The door crashed open again,
knocking the chair across the room on its side. Someone grabbed
Jason by the shoulders and jerked him off of me. Then there was
the sickening thud of a fist against my attacker's face.
"You bastard, Billy!" Jason spit. The two of them fell
heavily to the floor.
It was Billy Joe--and from Jason's groans, my younger cousin
wasn't doing so bad. Napoleon was in the room now, yipping wildly
as he hopped back and forth over the fighting boys. Then there
was another enormous, splintering crash and Billy fell through my
table and slumped against the wall.
"Crazy little shit," Jason said, wiping blood from his nose.
"He shoulda known better than try and kick my ass." He stumbled
out the door into the moonlit yard.
Billy pushed himself to his knees and then stood up while I
struggled with the kerosene lamp. For a moment I thought Jason
was going to come back in again, but Billy stood in the doorway
defying him.
"You want some more?" Billy said.
"Aw hell no, you'd just get murdered." We heard Jason's
boots clomping back toward the house while Billy helped me get the
door closed again.
"Sit down," I told him, getting a rag wet in my wash basin.
"I want to clean you up." I was still wearing only my panties,
but with my rescuer bleeding from a couple of cuts on his face, it
seemed silly to stop and dress. Billy's eyes studied my jiggling
breasts as I scrubbed the dirt from around one wound and then held
the cool rag against it. I felt myself blush under his gaze.
"You've seen all of me before," I said, grinning. "The swimming
hole, remember?"
He looked shyly at his feet. "It's been a while, though."
After Billy's cuts had stopped bleeding we sat silently
together until finally I picked up his hand and pressed it between
mine.
"Thanks, Billy Joe," I said. "For doing what you did
tonight."
"Jason's had me buffaloed for a long time," he said back. "I
guess it took you to finally snap me out of it."
I looked at Billy's sandy hair and innocent face. He seemed
a lot shier now than he had at the river that time he'd asked me
to do those sexy things to him. I liked him better when he wasn't
trying to be like his older brother.
"Stand up so I can get your pants off."
Billy stood up, shuffling nervously. "You mean ... I'm gonna
stay here tonight?" I blew out the lamp and came over him.
"Maybe not all night," I whispered back. "But long enough to
say goodbye, anyway ... and for me to thank you."
While I struggled Billy's jeans off, I explained to him that
I was running away from the farm and my stepfather too. Just to
be safe, I didn't mention Thad or where we were going.
"I'd really hate to see you leave, Shelly." He put his hands
on my shoulders and pressed his body against my bare breasts. It
was nice--not as nice as Thad, but nice.
"This may sound funny to you," Billy said in an embarrassed
way, "but I've never had a girl before."
I really was surprised. "You mean after all that stuff that
happened down swimming that first day, you're telling me ..."
"It's true." He bit his lip and looked glum. "I'm just a
good bluffer. I don't know as much about girls as I let on."
I don't know what made me remember Connie Gordon at that
particular moment. Maybe Thad's sweet loving earlier that day had
loosened up a knot of guilty fear that had been choking me for a
long time, maybe Connie herself had made me see sex between man
and woman in a new light. I recalled her graceful movements and
the way she had titillated Uncle Nat to near-madness simply by
taking off her underwear. Everything she did had been light,
carefree, even gay. Could I dare to mimic her now in front of shy
Billy Joe? He might think I was stupid to act like that, or that
it was disgusting.
Pushing these thoughts away, I stood up and danced into the
pale light which came in through my window. I would never know
unless I tried what magic I might contain. I cupped my hands
under my smallish breasts and leaned forward a little, as if
offering them to Billy. He watched with wide eyes, his boyish
Adam's apple bobbing every so often. It felt silly at first to
weave my hips and dip my knees the way Connie had done, but I did
it anyway and soon I could tell that the sensual movements were
having an effect on Billy--and or myself!
I knew Billy Joe was looking at the dark patch of wetness
which had covered my panty crotch. Slowly, teasingly, I let my
palms slide down over my tummy until I'd grasped the elastic band.
Then, keeping my hands still, I let my bottom do the undressing,
slithering out of the pale blue undies like a snake.
"Jesus, Shelly," Billy Joe said, "I didn't know you ... you
could undress like that!"
"It's the first time I've ever done it," I whispered, bending
close. "And it's just for you." Now a few light curls of pubic
fluff peeked out. I snaked my hips again and felt my moist labia
excite my clitoris. I snaked again and a tremor of fire tickled
my nipples. With a final little bump, I pulled one foot out of my
soaking panties and pointed it straight out just like Connie had
done. Billy gulped loudly and watched the dripping lip of my slit
wetly open. When my pants fell to the ankle of my other foot, I
hooked a toe in the nylon softness and flipped them through the
air toward my young cousin. The sheer things flopped against his
chest and then fluttered down into his lap, finally hanging over
the head of his erect penis like a flag of sex. Billy pushed the
soft material against his cock and took a deep lungful of air.
"I want you to marry me, Shelly," he rasped. "I want you to
be my wife."
I pranced close and took his face in my hands. "That's the
sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me," I told him. "But the
time isn't right. Both of us are too young,"
Billy started to protest, but I put a hand over his mouth.
"Shhhh. Let's just think of tonight--this hour, this
minute." Moving like I thought Connie might, I pushed my thighs
around one of his knees and let my juicy mound press against his
skin. Then I circled my arms around him and touched the nape of
his neck with my fingertips. "Love me, Billy Joe. Love me now."
He gave a moan of passion and tumbled me backwards onto the
bed. I felt his frantic fingers pushing the heated tip of his
cock at the honey of my slit, hunting for the hole that would take
him deeply into my body.
"No, baby," I said, trying to guide his hand. "Down a little
bit ... a little further." His glans slipped suddenly into my
tube. "Ohhh, yes. Now you've got it!"
"Jeez, Shelly, you feel so hot down there!" Billy moved his
bottom forward and another inch sank deliciously into my vagina.
He kissed my neck hungrily. "And it's so ... deep."
We made love in silence, each of us getting hotter and more
excited until I sensed Billy was close to coming. He had gotten
his fingers under my thighs and was digging into my shoulder with
his chin and sighing like he wouldn't live more than a few
seconds.
"Billy, sweetheart," I begged, trying to match him with my
own movements, "hold on just a little ... I'm almost th--th--
there."
"Oh shit," he cried. "I'm gonna do it ... I'm gonna come."
"Suck my tittie," I breathed. "Suck it quick." I was
running my hands up and down his smooth skin, feeling every inch
of his boyish body weighing me down. Billy had pulled one of my
nipples into his mouth now, and as he bit and tongued it, I gave a
cry of happiness and wrapped my legs over his.
"Now you can go, Billy," I said, writhing in my throes.
"Come inside Shelly ... come inside."
"Oh Shelly! Oh God! Oh damn!"
I wanted him all inside me--cock, balls and all. The old bed
squeaked and groaned under us as Billy's cock spewed seed against
the knotted mouth of my womb and I choked on my own excited moans.
"Don't stop, Billy ... pleeease don't!"
It was later when I pulled my body from Billy's soft penis
and bent to look at it. More and more I was growing fascinated
with those soft little hoses that grew out of a man's groin and
could become hard enough to fit inside a girl's body. I knew that
nothing really came out of me when I had an orgasm--I just got a
lot slicker with sex oil. But a man was different. He had a
complicated pump somewhere inside him that forced the white, foamy
jizz from his cock right up into the girl's body. I could hardly
wait until I would have the chance to take a close look at Thad,
my very own man.
Billy Joe kissed me goodbye some time around midnight and
after I'd licked the tears from his cheeks and promised him we'd
meet again someday, I made him go to the house. Finally I fell
into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter 8
The dream was of Thad.
He was holding a wet snake against my crotch, but I wasn't
afraid. I twisted and writhed in the dream as the serpent touched
my clitoris again and again with his forked tongue. I guess I was
getting very excited when slowly I came awake in the darkened
room--awake enough to see that the door was still firmly wedged
shut with a chair. I was glad when the lovely sensations at my
slit didn't stop. Spreading my legs a little, I tried to slip
back into the sexy dream. Then a wet, warm something sanded my
vulva so hard that the sensual sparks flashed through every nerve
in my body. This was no dream!
"Napoleon!" I gasped, pushing myself up on shaky elbows. The
dog gave a couple of friendly pants and pushed his muzzle once
more against my slick parts. The first wave of revulsion washed
over me and I let it go by, but still I couldn't keep from pushing
Napoleon's head away.
It was pretty easy to see that dogs weren't bothered by sex
hang-ups. To Napoleon I was desirable--something he wanted
perhaps as badly as I wanted Thad. I remembered the time a week
or two before when I'd seen the big shepherd try to mount Fanny, a
mongrel bitch from the neighboring farm. Fanny just wasn't big
enough to take the big, red cock and finally ran off yelping while
Napoleon thrust uselessly at empty air, his trembling penis oozing
dog semen.
I scratched Napoleon's ears and he laid his head against my
belly affectionately, making small whining noises in his throat.
"You horny old darling, you," I said, shaking my head at him.
I felt freer about sex now, freer than I'd ever imagined I would
feel. But was I free enough to have sex with a dog?
My foolish mother would die if she knew I was even
considering such a thing. And what about Frank, who'd been trying
to get into my sixteen-year-old cunny for three solid months? I
looked at Napoleon again and couldn't stifle a laugh. Now that I
was fully awake, I realized just how hot his tongue had gotten me.
The big dog must have read my thoughts because suddenly he was
lapping at my tummy, spreading the wetness around until I was
coated with his saliva right up to the bottoms of my breasts.
Well, I could hug him anyway. He had earned some affection for
the way he'd tried to defend me against Jason. Napoleon gave
another little whine and lowered his big furry chest against my
nipples.
"No kisses," I scolded when he pushed his muzzle toward my
face. It felt strange having his paws against my shoulders,
pinning them almost as if he knew what he wanted and was out to
get it. Then I felt something else. Something hot and wet
against my pudendum.
The very first glimmer of light in the east was beginning to
make my window panes glow with a pale grey and I could see the
shiny, red-wet spear of Napoleon's cock pushing out of the furry
sheath. Napoleon tucked his rear under and the fantastic-looking
organ slid over my pubic curls and brushed my tummy, leaving a
glistening spot of slickness next to my navel. I'd gotten poor
Napoleon hot now and he was expecting more than I was sure I
wanted to give him.
"Down boy!" I said, trying to be forceful. "Get down!"
The big dog just laid his head against my right breast and
looked up at me with sad, pleading eyes, panting against my skin.
I could feel the heated staff that jutted from his belly as
he pushed it up and down through the light brown locks of my
mound. It probably wouldn't work anyway. Besides, if Napoleon
got too excited he might hurt me without really meaning to.
"I told you that's enough, Napoleon!" With my hands gripping
the fur of his sides, I had just started to push him away when the
big animal gave another yip and spraddled his legs so that he
could come up against my loins at a lower angle. I wasn't ready
for the sudden sensation of his lean, hard animal cock dividing
the soft membranes within my body and slipping deep. A frantic
sinking emotion filled my chest as I clutched the dog's furry
forelegs.
"N--N--Napoleon!" I gasped, but it was too late. Napoleon
made three or four quick little jabs and the swollen barb of his
organ tapped against my womb. The first wave of panic subsided
and I swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the situation,
wondering confusedly what to do. Of one thing, though, there was
no doubt. Napoleon had taken me quickly and with very little
fuss.
I let my hands slip back over the pretty animal's coat until
I could feel his narrow, strong rear as it humped under rapidly
with that quick rhythm dogs always use. Poor Napoleon's legs were
stretched apart and behind him in an awkward position so that he
could get low enough for my body and he was straining terrifically
to keep inside me. It was a small truth I had to face--I didn't
want it to end, at least not yet. Grabbing a pillow from beside
me, I stuffed it under my bottom so that Napoleon could get at me
better.
The soft, hairless skin under his belly rubbed against my
clitoris now and the panting dog braced his legs for power and
punched hard.
"Gosh!" I squealed, as he wet both my breasts with his tongue
and worked even faster over my melting cunt. I kept telling
myself that it couldn't happen. But it had. The tickling little
fuck-itch that could never be scratched enough had my vulva
pounding. Napoleon's hurried and lusty attack made the flesh on
my thighs quiver with each lunge; when he lashed his hot tongue
against my neck and chin, I didn't try to stop him. The
excitement was building faster than it ever had with a man. I
could feel my body's voltage skyrocketing up like a roller coaster
as the glands in my slit poured out slickness, wetting us both.
Then, almost before I could ready myself, I was coming. I gave a
choked cry and tightened my grip on Napoleon's back, crushing him
down onto me even harder.
"Oh ... Ohhh!" I whimpered, spreading my toes against the
sheet, holding tight to the thrusting, plunging animal. Something
hot was filling my vagina, something that foamed powerfully from
the tip of Napoleon's cock. I could feel it up there.
Napoleon gave a whining bark and began to move so rapidly
that if I hadn't hugged him, he would have fallen off the bed.
His cock jerked suddenly from my hole and flopped up against my
tummy as he tried frantically to get it back inside the warmth of
my insides. A long, scalding lick of semen shot up between my
breasts and then another one, wetting a nipple. The dog shivered
from head to tail and fell sideways onto the mattress, his wet
shaft still pulsing against the sheet.
"Easy boy," I murmured, petting his chest. "It's all over
now."
Napoleon lay curled on the bed and watched me contentedly
while I cleaned up and got into some clothes. I could see that
his eyes were more adoring than ever. In an instant I knew that
I'd take him with me when I left to meet Thad. No one else around
the farm cared half as much about him as I did anyway.
In another few minutes the sun would be up. I scribbled a
quick note to Aunt Linda and Uncle Nat and then, making sure I
hadn't forgotten anything, I slung the strap of my duffel bag over
my shoulder and started for the door.
There was a knock and someone outside shuffled their feet.
"Shelly?" Frank said, "you in there?"
"Just a second," I said back, "let me pretty myself up a
little first."
I should have known he would have come early. The back
window of my room was big and not too far from the floor. The
screen came off without any trouble and I dropped my duffel
through, then pushed Napoleon after it, ordering him to stay
quiet.
"Sure want to come in, baby," my stepfather pleaded.
"Almost ready!" I said and dropped into the weeds outside.
With Napoleon close on my heels, I circled the barn and came out
on the gently sloping ridge above the farm that would take me in
the direction of the crossroads. When I glanced back down at the
barnyard, I saw Frank standing there in front of the shed that was
my room. He was wearing nothing but a wrinkled nightshirt and his
cock stood out hard from his crotch.
I'd just started to turn away and go over the top of the hill
when the noise of a screen door slapping made me look back again.
Uncle Nat was striding purposefully across the farmyard, pulling
on an undershirt as he advanced against my still unsuspecting
stepfather.
I didn't have time to watch, if I'd even wanted to. Smiling
to myself, I walked as fast as I could across the north pasture
and up by the irrigation ditch while Napoleon panted along beside
me, happily wagging his tail.
* * *
"I worried about you," Thad said as he tossed my duffel bag
into the back of the pick-up and slid it against the wheel of his
tied-down motorcycle. As soon as we were in the cab, he took me
in his arms and kissed me. By the time we broke it off, we were
both trying to get our hands into each other's pants.
"Shelly," he said, eyes laughing, "I'd just love to pull off
every stitch you're wearing and ..."
"I know." Sighing, I kissed one of his cheeks and then the
other. "But they'll know I'm gone pretty soon."
Thad started the engine and put the truck in gear while
Napoleon jumped into the back. In a few minutes we had left
Connerton behind and the wheels hummed and droned on the highway
heading west.
As I rested my head against Thad's shoulder and watched the
telephone poles flash by, I knew that something new and wonderful
was beginning. A strong but gentle man wanted and loved me bad
enough to take me with him . .. wanted me bad enough to risk jail
when we crossed the state line. I put my hand against his warm
thigh and waited patiently for the moment I could show him how I
loved him too.
Chapter 9
Thad stopped at a restaurant in a small town in Kansas around
noon. Both of us had missed breakfast and the eggs and toast and
coffee seemed to fill us both with new energy. Even watching Thad
eat made me feel sexy, but I didn't say anything until the truck
was gassed and we were on our way again. I'd had more sex in the
past few days than I'd ever had in my life, yet I was still hungry
for the handsome male at my side. Finally, as we were speeding
along a four-lane interstate highway, I knew my chance had come.
"What are you up to?" Thad laughed, watching me unbuckle his
belt. My fingers trembled on the buttons of his fly, but I
managed to get it open too.
"Thad, I w--w--want to put your cock in my mouth. It's okay,
isn't it?"
"Oh, baby," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Anything you want is fine with me."
It was warm and moist between his legs. Finally I got my
fingers under the heavy shaft of his swelling penis and lifted it
out. It stood straight and pretty, throbbing as if it had a life
of its own. Thad scooted his pants down further and glanced in
the rear view mirror.
"I just hope I don't run this mother in the ditch," he said.
His eyes were full of love and affection for me when I lowered my
head to his crotch. I wanted it to last a long time for him, so
at first I just made my tongue into a point and started at the
soft place where his sac joined his shank. Thad took deep breaths
and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white, but
I still didn't hurry. I wet down every inch of skin until I'd
worked my way almost to the flared ridge of his glans. It was
purple now and jumping with each beat of my man's heart.
"It's so pretty!" I whispered and made a teasing circle of
the crown. "So hot, too!" Thad tried to say something, but just
mumbled instead. His breathing sounded anything but regular.
Slipping to the softer underside, I found the two little
bumps just behind the orifice at the tip and flattened my tongue
out. I licked one first, then the other and finally both of them
together. Thad pushed his ass up from the seat, trying to make
his penis slip deeper into my mouth, but I pulled back. "Right
now you could ask me for anything you, want, Shelly," he gasped,
"and I'd give it to you."
"Darling Thad," I cooed, "you don't have to give me
anything."
Before he had a chance to say another word, I dropped my
mouth over his hardness until the tip barely touched the back of
my throat.
"God damn!" Thad moaned.
Quickly, I pulled back and lapped greedily at his glans
again. He was beginning to make noises I'd never heard a man make
before in my life--not even when I'd sucked Billy at the swimming
hole. The sounds excited me and wetted my crotch. Careful not to
take him too deep, I bobbed my head about twenty times, my tongue
ravishing every inch it could reach. Then I stopped and nibbled
tenderly on the drum-tight head.
"You're killing me," Thad coughed.
I didn't know how it felt to a boy to have his cock sucked by
a girl, but I remembered how it felt when my own slit was licked,
so I didn't want to tease him too much. I wet my lips, formed a
little U-shaped trough with my tongue and started moving up and
down on the full length of Thad's very rigid penis. It was what
I'd done to Billy Joe at the beginning of the summer that had made
him explode. Thad writhed on the seat each time I sanded the two
sensitive bumps of his glans.
"God damn!" he gasped.
My mouth was suddenly swimming with thick glops of semen. I
swallowed fast, just to keep up with the forceful spurts. Though
I really couldn't say I liked the taste of it, I didn't gag this
time.
My pants were soaked with my own dew. As I slipped a couple
of fingers down to Thad's balls, another huge spout of seed foamed
into the roof of my mouth and dripped onto my tongue. Happily I
pushed the stuff to the back of my throat and gulped it down.
Thad hadn't said a word all this time. When I finally took
my lips from his slowly sagging meat and looked up at him, I saw
he was holding his breath again. The speedometer nodded on twenty
and the truck was running half on the paved shoulder. Thad saw me
laughing and had to chuckle too.
"Doll, if you only realized what you just did to me."
I pushed my face against his chest, "I'm just glad I did it
right."
"Kiss me!" he said, pulling back into his lane and speeding
up.
"Well ... I'm kinda messy with your--"
Thad put a hand behind my head and guided our mouths
together. I felt his tongue deep between my lips and teeth,
tasting and caressing me while he drove. "And just sixteen," he
said afterwards, "just sixteen years old."
Ten miles from the Colorado border, Thad let me take over the
driving for a while. I was overly cautious at first, staying too
far below the speed limit, but he encouraged me not to be afraid
and soon I was tooling right along with the rest of the traffic.
"Guess you couldn't wiggle out of those jeans, could you?" he
asked after a while.
I gave him a smile. "I know you must have something nice on
your mind, but I'd be afraid somebody would see me, Thad."
"Nobody saw what you did to me."
I shrugged and wrinkled up my nose. "Well, okay ... if you
can get them off."
Thad undid my zipper and struggled with my clothing while I
raised my bottom off the seat and tried to keep the truck on my
side of the road. After some hassling, he had me skinned from the
waist down and it felt absolutely wonderful to sense his eyes
devouring my tummy and thighs, teasing the fluffy veil of my brown
sex hair. Then Thad put a palm against my belly and moved it
around in a circle.
"What are you going t--t--to do with me, Thad? I asked,
trembling with excitement.
When I heard the glove compartment snap open I couldn't look
because a car had pulled out to pass, but when I heard a soft
buzzing fill the cab, I had to snatch a glimpse. Thad was holding
a plastic penis-shaped bullet about seven or eight inches long.
He touched it to my cheek for a moment and I could feel the
vibration from the mechanism inside.
"What is it, Thad?"
"How would pretty Shelly like this gadget pushed up inside
her?"
I swallowed nervously and hung onto the wheel. "It won't
hurt, w--w--will it?"
Thad leaned down and pushed the white tip of the thing
against my belly button. Then he slipped it down my tummy to the
beginning of my slit. Once more he moved it and the plastic cock
touched my clitoris.
"Wow!" I gasped.
Thad smiled and began to pet my juicy flesh with the smooth
end of the vibrator. My nipples filled with sudden fire and
sprang hard from their rosettes while he pried my cunt lips softly
apart. Thad was pushing the thing down toward my hole, down my
wet cleft. I wiggled crazily against the seat and pulled air into
my lungs in deep shuddering breaths. When I glanced down at the
long, white shaft, it was just in time to see it slide inch by
inch into my vagina until there was only the blunt, circular base
left between Thad's fingers.
Holding the thing firmly inside me, he put his lips to my
vulva and sucked my aching clitoris between his lips, tonguing and
nibbling it while my breasts heaved with passion.
"Thad ... oh Thad," I cried, dropping one hand to his curly
hair while he worked over my sopping cunny.
Thad must have sensed that I was going to come because he
started moving the cock faster in and out of my body while he
licked. I must have been completely lost in the excitement of it
for the next thing I knew there was the loud blast of an air horn
beside our pick-up. When I looked up, the amazed and greedy eyes
of a burly trucker were taking in everything--my naked thighs,
Thad's cunt-slick mouth and even the dripping, plastic penis
jutting half out of my slit.
"Oh, damn it, Thad!" I yelled. "Look!"
"Pull over and let him go by," Thad said.
For a while we sat there on the side of the road while the
huge semi-trailer disappeared over the next hill.
"We can't do it any more like that," I said, pulling my pants
up again.
"But baby, you must be ready to explode."
"We just can't, Thad. It's too risky."
At the next filling station, I wanted to freshen up a little,
but there was an out-of-order sign on the door marked WOMEN.
"Why don't you just go ahead and use the men's room, ma'am,"
the attendant said when he saw me coming back. "Here's the key.
You can lock it from inside."
After finding the light, I washed my face and peed. Then I
combed my hair in front of the cracked mirror, laughing at some of
the filthy words scrawled here and there. I was just about to
leave when I saw a narrow machine hanging on the wall.
PRELUBRICATED, the sign said, FOR PREVENTION OF DISEASE ONLY.
I knew what was being sold of course, but until that moment
I'd never really had a chance to see one. I was all alone and
they only cost fifty cents. Blushing a little, I pulled a couple
of quarters that Thad had given me out of my pocket and dropped
them into the slot and turned the dial. When a small cardboard
package slid out of the machine, I stuffed it into my jeans and
walked quickly back to the truck.
Ten miles down the road, Thad saw me smiling and pushed a
finger into my ribs. "Okay, what are you up to now?"
"Not much," I said, tickling him back. Then I pulled the
package out of my pocket and held it up, giving him my most dumb-
innocent look. "The filling station man really looked funny when
I asked him what these things were for."
Thad's eyes were wide. "You've got to be kidding."
"Of course I am, silly. But all the same, I've never seen
one." I studied the small print on the foil wrapper. "How do you
get it on?"
Thad took it out of my hand, read the label himself and
handed it back. "I've got some better than this," he said. "But
since you told me your period was just a few days ago, I haven't
worried about it."
Just holding the rubber in my hand made me tingle. I
suddenly had the desire to put one over Thad's pretty cock all by
myself--slip it over the head and pull it tight. But I was still
just guessing. I really didn't know the first thing about how to
go about it.
"Can I put one on you?"
"Now?" he asked, looking somewhat amused.
"You could pull off somewhere and then ... show me."
Thad laughed and pulled me against him with one arm. "Okay,
you little imp, okay." He shook his head, still smiling. "You're
like having a kid sister."
I put my fingers on the hot lump at his crotch. "But you're
not supposed to fuck kid sisters."
"You've heard of incest, haven't you?"
Before we'd gone ten miles, Thad found a side road that wound
along beside the banks of a dry creek before ending in a grove of
cottonwoods. We found a soft place behind one of them where the
wild grass was thick.
"Well," I said, giving Thad's jeans a tug, "take them off."
As he undressed, I could see that he was half hard already,
so I made him sit down while I dug the thing I'd bought out of my
pocket again. My love just sat there watching with a smile while
I fumbled the condom out of its wrapping and tried to figure out
how to make it go on.
"Shelly," he said finally, "just put it on the tip of my cock
and roll it down."
He was super hard now and when I did what he told me, the
rubber sheath unrolled perfectly until his whole shaft was covered
by the thin latex. My hand was slick with the lubricant they had
coated it with and I started moving my fingers over the thinly
covered penis.
"That'll get you a rubber full of sperm," Thad said, moving
with my caresses.
"Oh let me!" I said, excited by the thought of seeing the
thin prophylactic pumped full of Thad's come.
"But it's really your turn." He touched my face with his
hand.
"When I'm through making you come, you can do something nice
to me, okay?" I was awfully excited, but I had to watch Thad's
penis in action. He crossed his arms and nodded while the breeze
blew a lock of blond hair across his eyes.
The slick stuff let my fingers glide easily over every curve
and bump of my man's big cock and I could feel Thad's body heat
against my palm.
"Is this the way boys ... do it to themselves?" I asked.
He seemed to have trouble talking. "That ... sure is one
way."
Sometimes I moved the outer skin itself over the more rigid
body of his organ and then I'd just let my fingers slip over the
greased rubber of the condom. Thad seemed to like everything I
did, especially when I concentrated on the flared glans, making a
tight little circle with my fingers and moving as fast as I could.
In just a couple of minutes the muscles in his legs trembled and
tensed and he fell back in the grass. I put my face close,
watching the tip while I thumped my hand up and down. All of a
sudden the end of the rubber swelled out with hot seed and I heard
Thad ripping grass out of the ground with his hands. I kept
rubbing him until he groaned for me to stop.
"Hey, that was neat," I said. "And it didn't take long
either."
Thad pulled me down on him and kissed me until I thought my
heart would jump through my chest. Then he rolled me over and
unzipped my jeans inch by inch, kissing down toward my cunny as he
went. I'd closed my eyes and felt him begin to slip my pants off
when there was the sound of another car coming down the road.
"Stay out of sight," he told me as he pulled on his jeans.
"It looks like a cop."
I waited there in the tall grass, so afraid that I didn't
even dare pull my jeans back on. I heard two voices, Thad's and
another man's. Then there was the sound of a car leaving and
after a long minute or two, Thad came back.
"It was a cop all right," he said. "Told me he was just
checking this place out, but we'd better not hang around. I
didn't tell him I had you with me and he might just have a
description." Thad shook his head and smiled grimly. "If he'd
wanted to look in that duffel bag of yours I'd have been in jail
for sure."
While Thad drove, I stayed down on the floorboard until we'd
crossed into the next county. He stopped in a small town for a
pint of bourbon to calm his nerves. Then we went on, hoping to
make Denver before night.
"Poor baby," he said, hugging me close, "you must really be
wired by now with all those interruptions just when I'm getting
you hot."
I kissed his chin and slipped my hand under his shirt so I
could touch his hard belly. "It's okay. Tonight we'll have a
soft bed and plenty of time." Thad had promised that we'd get a
motel in Denver so we could relax and clean up.
As the truck droned westward, I felt everything catching up
with me. The hassles at the farm, getting away from Ben Gordon--
and then Jason, had drained me emotionally, not to mention my last
minute escape from my stepfather. As the tiredness crept over me
I thought of how nice it was to have a man who would take care of
me and keep me from danger. It was true, I felt awfully
unsophisticated when Thad talked of certain things he'd done in
big cities. But I knew he liked me more than just a little. With
my head on his lap and smelling the warm muskiness of his body, I
went to sleep.
Chapter 10
The truck coming to a stop awakened me and when I sat up I
could see the whole line of the Rockies spread out on the far
horizon. The setting sun was making the clouds all orange and red
and purple. I rubbed my eyes and smiled over at Thad.
"We'll be in Denver in half an hour," he said, rubbing the
nape of his neck, "Just stopped to pick up a hitchhiker."
I looked out the rear window and saw a lanky girl with jet
black hair done in pigtails running toward the truck. There was a
knapsack slung over one of her shoulders and a ragged-looking
sweater clutched in her hand. Napoleon was standing with his paws
on the tailgate, watching her come up.
"Thanks a lot," she panted. "Going to Denver?"
"Going all the way to the Coast," Thad said, taking a very
close look at our new passenger as she clambered in beside me.
"Far out!" The girl gave me an easy smile. "I'm Ronnie,"
she said.
Thad told her our names and for a while the three of us just
sat there as the passing countryside changed colors and the sun
dropped behind a peak. Then we were on Colfax Avenue and Thad was
keeping his eyes open for an inexpensive motel. I had to admit I
felt a small pang of jealousy--maybe because Ronnie's good looks
reminded me that my man probably had dozens of girls in San
Francisco that liked to go to bed with him. I'd have to get used
to it sooner or later, though, so I pushed my silly thoughts into
the back of my mind and didn't let on to Ronnie.
She said she couldn't afford a room, but wanted to sleep in
the back of the truck if it was all right with us. I could see
that Thad was bothered by this arrangement and after we'd found a
place and he'd brought my duffel bag in, I sidled up to him and
gave his cock a loving pat.
"Why don't we invite Ronnie in," I offered. "The manager
won't know the difference and it might get chilly out there with
only Napoleon to keep her warm." Immediately I thought of just
how warm my dog could be and had to suppress a laugh.
Thad nodded. "Good idea. Won't cramp us any, will it?"
"You mean ... the pretty things you were going to do to me?"
"Yeah," he said, "we could still play. Right? Even with
Ronnie sleeping on the floor."
"I guess it won't bother me if it won't bother you."
When Thad went out to tell her, I had misgivings about being
so polite. She was probably lots hipper than I was about boys
like Thad. What would keep her from moving in on me, maybe even
stealing Thad away? Once when he'd held out a match to give her a
light, she'd taken his hand with both of hers and held it there
long after the cigarette was going. Ronnie was just a little
shorter than Thad, and he was almost six feet. Her body was
stylishly lean, like a high-fashion model with narrow hips and
slender graceful legs--even through the baggy jeans she wore I
could tell that much. Surely Thad had already had visions of
being next to her in bed. I was wondering how big her breasts
we're when Thad came in, carrying all her junk.
"Oh boy!" Ronnie squealed when she saw the bottle of bourbon
Thad had gotten earlier sitting on the table. "Booze!"
Thad poured her some of the liquor over ice while she dug
through a pocket of her knapsack. Finally she pulled out a small
plastic bag full of green, dry leaves all crumbled up.
"I've got a little something for you all too, just to show
you how much I appreciate your hospitality."
I watched Ronnie lick a couple of cigarette papers and stick
them together. Then she poured some of the green stuff into the
crease she'd made and rolled up a cigarette, twisting the ends
professionally and wetting the whole thing finally with her
tongue. Of course I wasn't so dumb that I didn't know it was
grass, but I couldn't help being a little frightened. It would be
my first time ever to smoke some and I had no idea what to expect.
Thad was grinning in anticipation. "Thought I'd have to wait
till I got back to San Francisco for some of that."
Ronnie let Thad light it for her and I watched them both take
huge lungfuls, holding the smoke in until the last minute before
exhaling. Thad showed me how to suck in air with the smoke so it
wouldn't be so hot and by the second try, I'd figured out the
technique. I was smoking my first joint.
When the thing was about half gone, a giddy, light feeling
seemed to fill my body and my skin tingled. Thad was strangely
quiet, studying my reactions and watching Ronnie while her eyes
blazed back at him hotly.
"That stuff always makes me so ... sexxxy," she purred,
rubbing long fingers down her abdomen.
"Uh huh," I agreed. There was no mistaking that my loins
were buzzing. When I moved my hips, my vulva felt all buttery.
"Why, take a look at your old man," Ronnie giggled, pointing
at the lump in his jeans. Thad blushed as red as I'd ever seen
him.
"Come on you two. I was thinking about motorcycles until
just a minute ago--"
Ronnie scooted over to me and cupped a hand so she could
whisper in my ear. "Has he ever balled you on that bike?" she
asked.
At first I didn't know what to say. I'd just never met
anybody quite like Ronnie; her easy, frank manner was hard to
adjust to after living for so long in such a different world. She
saw my hesitation and raised her eyebrows.
"You can tell me, Shelly."
"It might be ... K--k--kind of hard." My face reddened. "I
mean the motorcycle is so small and ..."
Ronnie laughed and rolled backwards on the rug. "I really go
for you, Shelly," she said. "You're too much."
Thad was focusing all of his attention on me now, but Ronnie
was staring again at the crotch of his jeans. When I saw her lick
her lips, I jumped up nervously and took his hand.
"Hey," I whispered, "why don't you take me in the bathroom
and ..."
"Just what I was thinking about," he laughed, getting up.
"Somehow I forgot all about motorcycles."
Relieved to get him away from Ronnie for a while, I pulled
Thad out of the room and closed the door behind us. Hurriedly we
started undressing each other.
"Let's take a shower too," he said.
"Can we make love and get clean at the same time?" I asked
silkily. I'd been waiting for some sex all day. Now, with the
grass tickling my insides, I didn't know how long I could wait.
Cupping my hands together, I gathered up Thad's lovely balls
and he pulled me against him, his big cock pressed tight between
our bellies.
"Almost forgot about that surprise I told you about," he
said.
Thad had mentioned something about a better condom or
something when we'd been messing around out in the middle of
Kansas. Suddenly I was very eager to see it.
"Show me, Thad ... please!"
He reached behind him, opened the little leather bag he kept
his shaver in and showed me a small box. Then he pulled it open
and took out a strange object, dangling it before my amazed eyes.
It wasn't really a prophylactic at all but more like a rubber
collar exactly cock-size and covered with raised bumps that looked
over an inch long. Pushing my finger against one of the
protuberances, I found that they were firm but flexible.
"Like it?" Thad asked.
"I think I w--w--would."
"Well, you can think about it while I scrub your back."
The shower was delicious and with all the giggling and
tickling and rubbing, it took us half an hour before we were
patting each other dry in front of the big mirror. Thad went to
the sink and splashed cold water over his parts until his penis
lost some of its erection. Then he slipped the rubber collar over
the end and pulled it back tight against the hilt of his body.
His stiffening cock filled it quickly.
"Only way I know of getting it on," he laughed.
I was still awfully high from the stuff we'd smoked and the
look of Thad's penis, surrounded by blond curls, with the wide
band of rubber studs circling it, made my bottom go even squishier
than it had been in the shower.
Thad opened the door a crack and peeked out. Ronnie had the
sound turned down on the television and sat crosslegged in front
of it, another smoking joint in her hand. The blue glow from the
screen was the only light in the bedroom.
"Come on," Thad whispered. "She won't see a thing."
We ran quickly to the bed. Just like he'd said, Ronnie
didn't so much as turn her head. Thad pulled the sheet over us as
he stretched out between my thighs, but before we had really
started working on each other, Ronnie got up and walked as if
hypnotized to the bathroom. In a little while we heard the shower
running.
"Good," Thad said, "now I can turn you over. Get on your
hands and knees, Shelly."
I did as I was told and immediately felt my lover kissing the
round fullness of my buttocks. He kissed first one cheek, then
the other, rubbing his hand between my cleft at the same time. I
braced my hands apart on the sheet and shook my bottom
seductively. Suddenly his tongue was moving into the freshly
washed divide where my rectum nestled.
"Gosh, Thad ... that's really weird!"
"Even your sweet little asshole is beautiful," he breathed,
tonguing the tight vortex of muscles there until I found myself
shivering with the strangeness of it. Thad was rubbing my soaking
crevice with long, knowing fingers. Then I felt his weight over
my back and the turgid head of his cock as it slipped back and
forth below my slickness as if searching for a home. It was a
funny, tight feeling when he pushed the erect flesh inside my
softness and I couldn't help but moan a little from the erotic
friction of our parts. Each time Thad shoved in my tummy bulged
full of male organ and the air was pushed from my lungs. When he
pulled his long penis out of me, I thought he would take my womb
with him too. I could feel every bump of the studded collar
gouging me delightfully.
"Th--Th--Thad ... oh God, it's--"
He tilted his pelvis under me and thrust straight up. The
flexible bumps dug into the walls of my vagina and I began to
realize why some of the ticklers were longer than others. The
ones near the base of the collar curved upward toward my clitoris
and when Thad squirmed his full length inside me, the things dug
at my throbbing little stalk until my own bottom was wiggling
crazily against him. My head hung between my shoulders with the
passion of it and I watched my fingers curl against the sheet.
"Faster, Thad ... please, please!"
He grasped my hips firmly and crashed forward, almost
throwing me down onto the pillows. His knees were beside my legs
and I could feel his firm, muscular stomach over my soft buttocks.
"Oh Jesus," he sighed as I felt his teeth dig into the flesh
of my back. Suddenly I had an overwhelming desire to be on top.
It couldn't be wrong to do it--just to see what it was like. If
Thad didn't like it, he'd tell me. Scooching forward, I pulled my
sweet slit away from his plunging member and pushed him sideways
onto the mattress.
"Hey, what's happening!" he laughed.
"Shelly wants to play," I whispered. "Just lay back and
enjoy." Thad did what I said, smiling up at me with a curious
look in his eyes. I hoped I could figure out how to do it like
this, but if I didn't there was no time like the present to learn.
With my sopping cunny against his stomach, I began kissing
his strong chest, starting at his shoulder and working down to the
dark little man-nipples. Thad writhed under me when I got one
between my teeth and I could feel his glistening penis as it
bobbed sideways against one of my ass cheeks. At first I
stretched my legs out next to his, but it was too hard to get his
lovely cock back inside my cunt. Finally, I pulled my knees up
beside his body and then wiggled back until the throbbing head
touched my tiny inner lips. Thad pushed himself up and forward
when he felt me, but I teasingly kept him at bay, only letting an
inch slip into my eager, slick tube. The sensation was
tantalizingly intense. I had to fight the urge to shove backwards
all at once and imbed that rock-hard thing into me fully. It was
more fun to take him slowly. Again he tried to force me down, his
hands trembling against the outward swell of my hips.
"Naughty, naughty," I whispered against his ear. "I've got
you in my power."
Thad pulled my face down and kissed my mouth until my lips
tingled. "You're a witch," he said. "A sixteen-year-old witch."
When the full length of Thad's penis was finally completely
inside my vagina, I stopped for a moment and slipped my hands
under his back. Then, making sure I kept him all the way deep, I
started to rock my bottom from side to side ... faster, faster,
until I could hear my man start to breathe raggedly. Every time
he started to say something, I covered his mouth with my own and
gave him my tongue to suck. He stroked my back, digging into my
skin with his fingers while I kissed him. I felt my drool running
down into his mouth and he drank it like a man dying of thirst.
I pushed my open mouth over his again and again. The spiny
collar was about to drive me crazy and finally I couldn't keep
from moving forward and then down. Thad's slippery organ was
spearing me deeply now and the ticklers pushed into my tender
flesh until ravished moans poured from my throat.
"Oh ... oh ... ohhhh." Even faster I pulled my bottom up and
dropped it over the hot and swollen penis that would soon explode
inside me.
The saliva ran from my mouth and wetted Thad's chest and neck
and he pressed my head with his hands until my face was buried in
the soft place under his chin. I bit him with my teeth, bit him
hard.
"Tell me, darling," I murmured. "Tell me when you're
coming." But Thad didn't have to. His breathing stopped suddenly
and I felt every muscle in his body shiver with the tension. I
was getting close too, so it took all the will power I could draw
on to slow down. Tightening the muscles that controlled the
entrance to my vagina, I rocked myself ever so gently forward and
then lingeringly back. Thad drew a thigh up against my bottom and
then stretched himself out again. His eyes were closed and his
chest was full of held air. I stopped moving altogether, then
twisted my pelvis in a circular motion, feeling the smooth walls
of my vagina rub lightly against his glans.
"Killing ... Me ..." Thad gasped.
It was killing me too, because my change in pace had forced
one of the slender rubber protuberances against the blood-filled
tip of my clitoris and the unbelievable jolts of nervous energy
were building fast in my loins.
"Oh Thad," I breathed, full of love for him, "come in me ...
come now!" I began to roll my whole body like a soft serpent
while my breasts slid along his chest.
Tearless sobs of passion burst from my lungs as I came and
felt Thad's powerful organ release its hot fluid into me. My sobs
turned to breathless cries of emotion that were too intense to
make into words. Now his frothing tip was flush against my most
inner core and I slipped my legs down alongside his and clutched
him frantically ... still coming.
"Thad ... Thad ..."
* * *
I'd forgotten all about Ronnie when I opened the bathroom
door to grab a towel. She turned, half-leaning, half-hanging
against the shower stall and took her hand away from between her
thighs. I knew immediately what I'd interrupted and only wished I
could have made myself instantly invisible.
"I'm sorry, Ronnie," I stammered, backing toward the door.
A smile twinkled at the corner of her eyes and then the
pretty, curving lips slanted humorously. "It's no secret. I'm a
little horny. Don't be sorry."
I pretended to be busy with the towel, folding it over my arm
and fussing with a frayed edge. "We were going to try not and
make any noise," I said, "but you know how hard that is."
The tall girl's eyes swept up my body and returned to my
face. For a moment I thought of Linda and how she used to look at
me. I turned again to the door.
"Sweet Jesus," Ronnie said, half laughing. "That's some man
you've got."
My hand was on the doorknob, but looking down like that made
me realize what she'd meant. There were red kiss marks over my
breasts where Thad had sucked and bit and loved me, and my nipples
were still very erect. Ronnie put a hand on my bare shoulder and
I felt her nearness.
"Could I ask you something, Shelly?"
Slowly I turned to face her. "Ask it."
For the first time since we'd picked her up, Ronnie acted
like she was a little embarrassed. She looked at her long, pretty
feet and then at me again.
"Let me have Thad for a little while," she blurted suddenly,
immediately looking away from my eyes. Her eyes welled with tears
and I could see she was fighting back the urge to cry.
Everything I'd ever known about boys and girls and love was
telling me to refuse, warning me of danger. Yet when Ronnie's
eyes turned back to me again and I saw her exquisitely slender
fingers trembling against the pink nipple of one of her small
breasts, something made me nod.
"I'll ask Thad," I said and gave a small laugh. "I really
don't think he'll say no."
"Oh, Shelly!" she sighed, hugging me against her lean body.
The feeling of her skin against mine wasn't unpleasing at all and
I put my arms around her waist too. Ronnie was the first girl I'd
seen whose tittles weren't as big as mine, and as I considered
this, she must have read my thoughts. "You've got darling
breasts," she said, holding me back at arm's length. "I wish mine
were as big."
Blushing, I started out the door again, but Ronnie held me
from going. "You have to be with us in bed," she said, nodding.
"With Thad and me, I mean. I want you there."
If Ronnie was trying to put together an orgy she wasn't going
to get any cooperation from me. "No," I said.
"We're all friends," she insisted, "and I'm not going to be
loving your man while you're not around." Ronnie gave my
shoulders a small shake, "Don't you see?"
"Well ..." As always when I was confused, it was hard to be
stubborn.
"You'll stay with me while Thad ..." Ronnie lowered her eyes
shyly.
"Okay. I'll stay."
"I knew you'd say yes, Shelly!" She kissed my cheek and let
me out the door. Maybe it was the grass, or maybe just Ronnie's
completely unselfconscious approach, but I found myself a little
curious about how it would be to watch the skinny girl get
thoroughly fucked by my man.
When the two of us tiptoed naked up to the bed, Thad was
still on his back, eyes closed. His cock lay small and damp and
limp against one thigh. I was trying to think of how to ask him
what Ronnie wanted when she nudged my arm and motioned me to be
quiet. Then she reclined gracefully on the mattress, snuggled up
against Thad's side and nestled her head into the hollow of his
neck.
Thad pulled her body close, thinking it was me, while Ronnie
pointed to the place, on the other side of him and nodded for me
to join her.
"Hey! What goes!" he said when he felt four hands smoothing
over his skin. His eyes stared at me in shock and then he turned
to see Ronnie's smiling face. "Jesus H. Christ--"
"It's all right, Thad," I said quickly and then pulled his
face close so I could whisper. "Ronnie needs ..." I blushed and
started again. "Well, she just wanted ..." I gave the whole
thing up.
Thad tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes at me,
but there was the beginning of a smile on his lips. "And you told
her it was okay?"
"Uh huh," I nodded. Thad's adoring look evaporated the last
bit of jealousy left in my heart.
"You're a fantastic woman, Shelly," he said, kissing the
corners of my mouth. "And no little girl any more."
Ronnie threw her head back with a hungry moan when Thad
pushed his leg between her thighs and covered one of her titties
completely with his mouth. The minute I saw it, my blood rushed
heatedly to my crotch again. The way she bit her lower lip as
Thad pushed her cunt open and tenderly rubbed her clit with a
finger, the way her bottom squirmed against the twisted sheets--it
was exciting to watch. Ronnie's toes pointed and spread, just the
way I knew mine did when Thad was loving me. As his hands
explored the curves and crevices of her pretty body I had to draw
a shuddering breath and close my eyes for a second.
"My God," she gasped, opening her legs far apart and bringing
up her knees. Thad was between them now, and his cock was hard
and ready, though it had only been fifteen minutes since I'd
drained him of every drop in his body. The rubber collar with its
ticklers lay beside me on the bed where Thad had taken it off.
Still feeling high, I picked it up and pulled it over the fingers
of my right hand while Thad pushed his cock up against the thick,
dark hair of Ronnie's slit.
She was really excited now, knowing that the emptiness of her
body would soon be filled with a living male cock. I watched
Ronnie toss excitedly and her black, unbraided locks splashed
sensuously against the white of the sheet. When Thad kissed her,
she grasped the back of his head and pressed him hard against her
lips, making odd little moans of hunger in her throat.
"Shit ... oh fuck yes!" she sighed and her voice was low and
husky.
I felt like a peeping tom as I rubbed the rubber collar
across my tummy and watched Thad's cock slip another inch into
Ronnie's cunt; but it didn't make me stop looking. Ronnie's hands
seemed to be everywhere at once, kneading and clutching and
digging at the male flesh that pushed her down into the soft bed.
I saw angry scratch marks appear across Thad's back and he winced
a little with the sharp sensation.
"Fuck it in!" she begged, whining. "All the way!"
Thad tucked his ass under and I watched the shiny shaft of
his penis disappear into Ronnie's quivering folds. Then she
folded her knees high against his sides while the cock worked as
deep as it could go. Every time Thad moved back, the lips of
Ronnie's vulva clung slickly to the sides of his cock, and as he
increased his rhythm, her bottom began to snap upward in short,
fast movements that lifted even his heavy weight a little.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Thad moved evenly
and forcefully. The expression of combined pain and pleasure on
Ronnie's face told me he was stretching her a little to fit the
size of his cock.
Ronnie covered his neck with kisses. "God, you're so big!"
Then she looked at me. "Oh, touch me, Shelly. Just so I'll know
you're close by."
I had no idea what Ronnie wanted me to do, but I had to admit
that the shyness I'd felt only moments before had quickly
disappeared in the heat of watching them make love. It occurred
to me then that I still had the rubber collar over the fingers of
one hand. Ronnie's thighs were cocked high, ankles crossed over
Thad's back as I leaned forward and slid the spikes of the tickler
down her smooth skin to the place where my man's body joined hers.
Ronnie's pretty bottom quivered and I heard her lungs shudder full
of air.
"God, Shelly!" she managed to say. "Whatever you're doing,
keep doing it."
The grass still had me giggly. I was straddling the backs of
Thad's legs now and could see his tensed buttocks rise and fall as
he shoved Ronnie's frail body full of cock again and again. It
was like being in a high hot dream where nothing mattered but the
pleasure of the moment. Something within me said yes. Almost as
if I'd planned it beforehand, I gently unlocked Ronnie's ankles
where they pressed against Thad's bottom and stretched out face
down on his back. Ronnie looked up and saw what I was doing and
her face went all soft.
I could feel every rippling muscle in Thad's powerful frame
twisting and reaching as he pushed deep into the thin girl beneath
him.
"Kiss ..." she mumbled, touching my legs now with her thin
feet, "Thad ... Shelly ... kiss me."
Though her words made a shock go through me, nothing inside
said no. I put my mouth near her lovely face and while Thad
kissed one side of her lips, I tongued and licked the other side.
In an instant our kiss had turned into a threesome ... tongues and
lips all intertwining until I didn't know who was who any more and
still we kissed while Ronnie strangled and moaned and came.
Thad had her firmly by her narrow hips and I could see he was
about to overflow into that most feminine and secret place. At
that moment there was no jealousy nor fear nor uncertainty in my
mind. Thad was going to come and my only desire was to make it
good for him, make it better than good ... even if his cock was
clasped deep within the body of a beautiful girl we'd only just
met.
Ronnie kissed his face passionately while I nibbled at the
nape of his neck and rolled his earlobes between my teeth. It
must have felt to Thad as if he were completely immersed in
wriggling female flesh. And he was. Slipping my fingers down
under my tummy, I cupped his loose sac and softly squeezed the
heavy eggs inside. Thad's body went rigid as he plunged his cock
into the depths of whimpering Ronnie's vagina. The familiar love
noises he always made told me he was bubbling her full of creamy
thick come.
The next day on the road, Thad made good time and we hit Salt
Lake City in the afternoon. Since Ronnie had a friend she wanted
to visit there, we let her off downtown, stopping only long enough
for her to kiss us both goodbye.
"Keep this too," she said, shoving the plastic bag of grass
into my hands. "You're the most beautiful people I've met in a
long time."
Thad drove out of town and got back on the highway.
"Ronnie's not a bad chick," he said finally, giving my knee a
loving squeeze.
I still wasn't even a tad jealous, but I couldn't help tease
him a little. "We could have waited for her, you know. She'd
have made a lovely barmaid in the place you want to open."
Thad rubbed a finger across his chin. "To tell you the
truth, one woman at a time is all I really care to handle." He
slipped an arm around me and sneaked his palm up under one breast.
I shivered against him happily. "Besides," he said, "jailbait's
more fun."
"Oh Thad!" I squealed, pinching his stomach, "you're awful."
That night Thad found an out-of-the-way campground for us to
stay in. He let Napoleon take over the front seat and rolled the
motorcycle off the truck so we could sleep under the stars in
back.
When I'd skinned off my clothes and snug into the big
sleeping bag alongside my beautiful man, he pulled me to him and
kissed me until my cunny was wet and musky again. All day I'd
been thinking of how it felt when Thad's hands moved my arch open
and he filled me with his pretty cock. It was just as exciting
that night too when he pumped himself tenderly into my cunt and I
felt the slippery membranes close around him hotly.
"Thad," I whispered, "don't come tonight. I want to feel
your cock inside me while I'm going to sleep'
He smiled and tweaked my chin. "Just how much will power do
you think I've got anyway, little one?"
For a few silent moments we hugged and fitted the curves of
our bodies together while the woods filled with a crickety din. I
noticed a dreamy look on Thad's face and rubbed my nose against
his.
"What are you thinking about, darling?" I asked.
"About how damned lucky it was for my truck to break down in
Connerton," he laughed. "I just went to that tent meeting for the
hell of it. Never thought Brother Clyde would bring us together."
"You don't know what you got me out of," I whispered while
tears of happiness stained my cheeks. "You don't know just how
badly I needed you to come along and make such beautiful love to
me."
"If you don't quit squirming around, you won't get to spend
the night with that stiff cock like you wanted."
I covered his mouth with kisses. "Oh Thad, you know, I don't
have any will power, either." Wiggling like a happy little seal
beneath his solid body, I let our fires move us toward another
thunderous explosion of joy. I knew that soon I'd tell Thad all
about my summer at the farm, tell him about another night when I'd
been under a boy named Jason in the back of an old pick-up truck.
I'd tell him everything that had happened with Linda and Billy Joe
and even my terrible stepfather, and I knew Thad would listen and
understand.
"Here we go again, Shelly baby," Thad sighed and his cock dug
delightful madness from my frothy loins while I clung frantically
to his shoulders, surer than ever that it was right.
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