Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"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.