Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"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!

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 joyenergy 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.