Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"God…" Bud mumbled, "I'm gonna come."

"The rubber!" Trixy hissed back. "You forgot the rubber!" She was trying to push him away, but Bud grabbed the tops of her shoulders and held himself deep within her vagina.

I turned back to the screen, completely disgusted with the way my own body was reacting. My crotch was more than just damp, and my nipples were tingling like they'd never done before. Why had I watched? It was filthy enough just hearing it.

"Nooo," Trixy whimpered, "Ohhh!"

"Trixy baby-Uhhhh."

It was then when I realized my hands were shaking and my breath was shallow and weak. I felt like I was going to faint. What little resistance I had left drained away and I jammed my face once more against the crack in the seat. Trixy's legs were high in the air, her toes spread apart as if she were trying to grasp something with them.

Her ass was moving like someone had slapped a bottle of stinging ants against it-up and down and sideways, wiggling, jumping and tilting against Bud's long, even strokes. It looked like she was enjoying it!

I panted there, confused and shaking. Mama must have meant that no decent girl enjoyed it when a man put his horrible thing inside, I realized. Trixy was obviously enjoying it.

"Commmmme," Trixy cooed, and her flailing feet fell across the backs of Bud's legs. The two of them were squirming so frantically that I thought they might fall off the seat.

"Jesus! Jesus!" Bud moaned.

I was shivering just to think of what was happening deep inside Trixy's body. The white, thick stuff was bubbling out of the end of Bud's cock-I just knew it-bubbling out and filling Trixy's tube.

After that embarrassing experience at the drive-in I resolved not to go on any more dates for a while. At least I wouldn't until I found out more about boys and the trouble a girl could get into.

Frank bought me new gifts almost every weekend and I showed my appreciation by fixing his breakfast mornings and ironing all his shirts, I was too stupid to guess that he had something else on his mind completely.

It began with a goodbye hug one morning that lasted longer than a fatherly hug should last. By the time I'd caught my breath, Frank had slipped one of his hands down into the inward curve of my waist and then softly cupped my firm little bottom with his fingers.

"My little girl is getting to be a woman," he said, then added, "Ain't there somethin' you want more than clothes?" He gave me a lewd grin.

"Somethin' you been too shy to tell anybody about?"

I was confused and bothered by the jittery feelings in my chest again-like the way I'd felt at the drive-in watching Bud and Trixy. But I wanted Frank to let go, and the quickest way to make him do it was to humor him. I told him about the old Ford I'd seen on a used car lot downtown, too dumb to realize what he was really hinting at. The car had been fixed up by a boy who'd graduated the year before and gone to the Army. Of course I never seriously believed I could own it, but the shiny chrome made me stop every time I passed. A car of my very own! I could take on more baby sitting jobs to pay for gas and… No, it was ridiculous. But I stood there in the kitchen and told Frank anyway while he patted and stroked my ass.

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he laughed. "But maybe we can get you that car. That is, if you do something for me first."

I could hardly believe my ears when Frank said what he wanted me to do.

Of course I refused immediately and tore myself away from his embrace.

Stay with him all night in bed? Never! It even made me a little queasy just thinking about it.

Three days later I found myself standing red-faced in the kitchen, telling Frank I'd let him hug me all night with my pajamas on. Never in my life had I wanted anything like I wanted that pretty little car.

The splashing, filling tub brought me back. Frank was outside waiting for me to finish my part of the bargain… finish the night crushed against his hairy body. I jumped into the hot water and scrubbed my skin until it hurt. From the bedroom I thought I heard Frank clanking around with a bottle. I'd gone this far, it would be stupid to quit now and not get the car. Drying in front of the bathroom mirror, I patted the small pointed melons of my breasts. What did men like so much about them? Why did they like to suck them into their mouths? I touched the dry corner of the towel to my cunny, taking care not to rub. The sparse brown curls fluffed up, hiding the plump little lips underneath. I was pretty, yet that prettiness irritated me-reminded me that I was soft, weak and vulnerable, reminded me that my body was bad. At least the deep wet-warm slash between my thighs was bad.

There was the sound of a shattering glass in the other room. With horror I watched the doorknob turn first one way, then the other. Thank God it's locked, I thought.

In the next instant the door burst open, scattering splinters everywhere as the lock broke through the frame. I stood there clutching a towel to my breasts as Frank looked at me, a half-empty whiskey bottle dangling from his hand.

"I broke my glass," he slurred. "Had to get another one."

Then he yanked the towel out of my fingers, hooked one arm around my naked waist and staggered back into the bedroom.

"Oh, please, Frank!" I sobbed. "Don't do it… don't fuck me!"

He gave a bitter, tight laugh. "I ain't completely crazy… yet.

That's what you oughta get, though. A good screwin'."

I was thrown face down on the mattress and Frank drove his knee between my trembling thighs to make me spread them apart. In the next horrible instant I felt him slap a palmful of Vaseline into the crack of my ass and spread it around.

"That's a sweet little asshole you got there," he laughed, pushing one of his fingers deep inside. The feeling was so strange that I gasped for air. Now I knew what he wanted.

"I'll do anything, Frank-but please don't shame me."

He laughed again and I heard him swallow deeply from the bottle. "You mean you'd fuck me instead of this? Is that what you'd do, little girl?"

I shut my eyes and remained silent. I felt Frank spread my buttocks with his thick fingers. I felt the broad cone of his cockhead shoved against the swirl of my rectum. My mind screamed with the horror of the moment, but Frank lunged forward with a groan and the tight muscled ring opened around his glans. The pain was so intense that my cry of protest was strangled in my throat. Frank's hands gripped my hips now, as he jerked me first one way and then the other. He had pulled me half onto my knees now and I felt his shaft go deeper. It hurt.

"Let me go, Frank," I pleaded. But he paid no attention.

I was on my hands and knees, arms braced in front of me as my head hung shamefully between them. Frank was almost all the way inside my body, shoving and pumping. I could hear the sucking sound of the grease as he pulled back and then my guts were shoved full of his cock again, making me wince with pain. It was awful.

Then something very strange happened. Frank was touching that place my mother had warned me never to touch, never to let anyone touch that squishy little ridge above my hole where the skin seemed to pucker out and form a small, round tip-my clitoris. Lots of times I'd studied it with a flashlight at night, trying to figure out what it was there for.

Frank was shoving it around in the slickness and slipping his fingertips over the little BB of its tip. Almost immediately the nipples of my titties mushroomed out and a hoarse moan rolled from my throat. I hadn't meant to make any noise at all.

"Grab my balls!" he rasped.

"No. I won't." Frank was making me squirm. It was the way he was touching me down there. I couldn't keep still. It felt almost like…