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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