Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"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.

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.