Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

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 sunwarmed 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.