Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

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…"