Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"Get my balls," he threatened. "Or I'll make you wish you were dead."

Straining to reach back through my spread thighs I found his hot ballfilled scrotum as it swung like a pendulum against my mound. I knew, from talk I'd heard at school that a man's testicles were the tenderest part of his body, so I touched them like thin-shelled eggs at first, rolling them around in the slick sac.

"Yes, damn you, yes!" Frank bellowed, his cock spearing my bottom hard.

I was terribly wet from his handling and when he took his fingers away so he could hold on to my hips, I realized that I'd been moving my crotch against his caresses. Groaning crazily, Frank fell sideways on the bed, still pumping his meat into me, ravaging my poor little hole.

Yes, he was spurting my insides full of come. After a while Frank was quiet and his breathing steadied. In another minute the room was filled with his snores.

For a long time I didn't dare move for fear of waking him and starting the whole thing over again. Once my sphincter gave a tightening twitch and as the muscles cramped down on his shrinking meat he grunted and sighed. Finally I managed to pull my body free of his flesh and tried to doze while the warm sap leaked slowly out of my bottom. I must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke it was morning and Frank was gone.

By the time I had bathed again, dressed myself and gone down to fix breakfast, Frank was sitting at the kitchen table, an open can of beer in his hand.

"Man, do I have a headache today," he said, avoiding my eyes.

I cracked a couple of eggs into the frying pan and watched the congealing whites start to bubble. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat anything until later. "What about the car?" I asked.

After a long slug on the beer he wiped a hand across his mouth.

"Shelly, I've decided to send you out to live with your Uncle Nat for the summer. Him and the boys can always use an extra woman around and Aunt Linda will be glad to…"

"What about the car?" My voice was shaking as I glared across the room at him.

Frank passed a thick hand through his hair. "Well, you won't need a car up there on the farm, will you?" He shrugged and reached for another beer from the six-pack on the table. "Nat'll loan you the pick-up when you get a license. I just betcha he will."

The foolishness of trusting Frank hit me then. I'd been crazy enough to believe that he would actually keep his part of the bargain.

"You promised!" I cried, tears leaping down my face. It was useless, I knew, but somehow the injustice of the whole degrading night infuriated me. If only I was a man, I swore inside… If only I was a man I'd kill him.

"Shit girl, I ain't got enough money right now anyways. If I get another job and get ahead of the bills you'll get that car." Frank blew a foamy bubble off the top of his new can of beer and gave me a lewd wink. "Besides I'll be coming up to see you sometime. When this next job is finished."

Numbly I turned back to the eggs and flipped them over while my tears fell smoking against the hot pan. I wasn't getting the car. But, worse than that, I was still under my stepfather's power. He was, after all, my legal guardian and could take me with him whenever he wanted. Even being shunted off to Uncle Nat's farm was better than staying with Frank now. I was afraid of him, afraid of what he wanted to use my body for.

The rest of the day slipped by with me hardly realizing what had happened. It was the last day of school before the summer. Report cards were handed out, autograph books signed, and the principal made a short speech in the gym. When I got home there was a bus ticket to Connerton and a ten-dollar-bill on the kitchen table. I was fifteen years old and with no other kin in town. What else could I do but pack the few clothes I owned into a cardboard box and take the cab to the bus station?

I'd been to Uncle Nat's farm once before when I was ten and as the Greyhound droned and swayed up the highway toward Connerton I thought back about that summer almost six years in the past. Uncle Nat was my only living kin, the brother of my real father. He had two sons, one older than myself by a couple of years and the other a grade behind me in school. Most of my memories of the country were hazy, but there were certain details I did recall-like the way the boys took me into the barn and watched while I peed. It was that same day when they showed me their outfits and I remembered that dark-haired Jason had already developed a few curls at the base of his cock then. Young, blond Billy Joe had been awed by the delicate swirls and ridges which grew in the fecund moisture of my slit. At ten, I had encouraged the boys in their curiosity. Things had seemed so innocent and fresh then.

A man sitting across the aisle was staring at my legs and when I saw what he was doing, I felt my skin go prickly hot. Now I was old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. How would I be able to face either boy without embarrassment? The realization that Jason would be almost nineteen made my stomach flutter. Maybe he would want to kiss me or… something worse. When the memory of what Frank had done to me came flooding back, I put my face in my hands and took a deep breath.

For another male to even touch me would be the most horrible thing I could imagine.

At Connerton I stood waiting for the driver to unload my box of things.

A voice behind made me turn.

"My, my have you grown into a beauty!" the tall man said. It had to be Uncle Nat. His face was tanned and wrinkled from being in the sun and the sandy lock of hair which blew across his eyes made him look younger than he really was. Even when he took my shoulders and gave me a gentle shake, I didn't mind. His smile was warm. Until that moment I hadn't noticed that there were two boys behind him.

"This here's Jason," Uncle Nat said, pulling the tall, dark-haired boy around in front. "And that's Billy Joe, blushing his fool head off behind his brother. You remember the boys, don't you, Shelly?"

I was uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "Yes, I remember."

Jason had on a tattered plaid shirt and his hands looked too big for his slender body. He showed no sign of embarrassment, but stuck out his hand instead.

"Hi, Shelly."

I mumbled back a hello and let his warm hand squeeze mine for an instant before jerking it back. Billy Joe just nodded. Uncle Nat guided me toward the parking lot while Billy lugged my tied-up cardboard box.

Jason was looking at my legs, but I pretended not to notice.

The half-hour ride to the farm wound through heavy woods dotted with fertile meadows. It was quiet and peaceful compared to the noisy bustle of Connerton. Nat drove and talked about how they needed another woman around the place. It made me feel good to be compared to Aunt Linda.

Jason's eyes devoured me all the while and once when I glanced over at him, I saw the huge lump at his crotch which spread under his jeans down one thigh. For the rest of the ride I directed my eyes out the window.

Aunt Linda bustled out of the house when we drove up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "We've got this little room by the tractor shed fixed up for you, honey. It's usually for the hands, but we ain't been able to afford any for so long you may as well have it. It's real nice."

Billy Joe lugged my box down and showed me inside. Someone had painted the walls white and hung yellow curtains. There was a wide brass bed in one corner and a small table.

"This'll give you some privacy," Aunt Linda said from behind. "Away from these pestering boys."

Before I'd felt as if Frank had pushed me off on my unsuspecting relatives without enough warning, but as the day wore on I gradually accepted their show of hospitality as genuine.

After I'd changed into my only pair of jeans, Jason and Billy Joe showed me the farm. Then they took me down to the river and we had to take off our shoes to wade across the wide, sand-filled shallows. I stepped in a deep, muddy hole and Jason took my hand to pull me out.