DL-168 Shelly On The Farm
by Kent Collins


Chapter 1.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.


The End.
