Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"You're awful pretty, Shelly," he said from somewhere behind me.

Quickly I clutched an arm over my nipples and spread my fingers over the sparse diamond of pubic curls at my crotch.

"Turn around, Billy!"

"Not until you kiss me again," he teased, paddling towards me.

I plunged back in, feeling angry and excited at the same time. "All right. Just one kiss."

This time we stood facing each other on tip-toes. I felt his foot touch mine under the water and then his hands took my face and brought it close. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. It felt slippery and nice, even though I was trying hard not to enjoy it too much. I remembered the way Jason had made me feel the night before-the crazy, itching explosions that had racked my body. Billy was touching me the same way, and I could sense I was weakening again. I actually wanted him to do it more.

"Come on!" I said finally, tearing myself away, "that's enough." But Billy dove under the surface and clutched the backs of my thighs. We were in deep enough water to make it hard to stand when the river surged and Billy Joe knew that. I had my legs spread for support when he pushed his face between them. I paddled with my hands and hoped he'd run out of air. Then I felt his tongue slip softly against the outer lips of my cunt and my skin flashed hot, even with the cool river slipping over me. Billy moved again and his mouth opened to cover my slit. I felt my vulva blossom out eagerly. He was eating my pussy!

Before this, I'd only heard of such things in the shower after gym class, or giggled about at slumber parties. Even the more sexually precocious girls I knew thought it was terribly wicked.

I looked toward the shore, but it seemed further away than ever. An involuntary shudder swept over me and I moaned. Billy Joe had sucked my swelling little button between his teeth so he could tongue it. I was beginning to feel weak and soft all over when a rolling mass of bubbles broke the surface and Billy's head appeared behind them.

"You're so fine I could almost drown," he said, blowing water from his nose and mouth.

I tried to appear calmer than I really was. "Billy, I want to get out.

Right now."

Billy Joe slipped an arm around my waist and walked beside me through the swifter part of the current. I knew I should get dressed immediately, but every muscle in my body was trembling from exertion and excitement and the thick green grass by the side of the truck looked so inviting. I had to rest, if only for a second.

Billy's hands smoothed over my sides as I crumpled. I felt exploring fingers on my thighs and then a wet tongue dove into my navel. Coming to the swimming hole had been a mistake. Boys were far too dangerous to trust. Billy was kissing wet spots down my belly now, but all I could do was lie there panting. Why did it have to feel like that? It had to be wrong to feel so good. The hot tongue which was tasting my body pushed apart my crack once more and I felt the delightful flames engulf me from waist to knees. Whimpering, I twisted half onto my side in a last effort to make Billy stop, but he dug his fingers into the meat of my ass and set off new and wondrous sparks. Even my tight little rectum was glowing with a pleasurable tingle.

"Get away," I gasped. "Oh God, Billy, don't-don't keep on."

The point of his tongue was pushing at my hymen. I could feel the pressure-like a soft little eel that was looking for a place to hide.

The slick, slurping sounds made me understand just how deep in trouble I was getting. Quickly I put my hands down and grasped Billy's thick, damp hair.

"Stop!" I cried. But even as I twisted my fingers in his blond locks, something inside me took over, something I didn't understand. With a choked sigh, I pulled his face even harder against my frothy cunt and spread my thighs wide. I was up on tip-toes now, working my pelvis in frantic plunging circles. It was even itching more than it had with Jason the night before. It was itching so awful-awful good.

I screamed and a spasm of pleasure broke through my loins. Billy licked harder and the tickle grew so intense I jerked with pain.

"Stop-Oh just a little now… Uhhhh uhhhh."

And Billy did what I said, only just touching my jumping clit with his lips as I clamped my thighs tightly around his head and rolled sideways and squirmed and wiggled into the second, and most thrilling, come of my life.

"Oh doll," Billy murmured, "you taste so damn good."

For a long while I was almost unconscious, my body trembling and jerking as it cooled and calmed. When I did open my eyes again, Billy was on his knees near my face. I looked at his flat, muscled stomach and thin, strong thighs. The slender stalk that rose out of his curly pubic hair really woke me up fast. I'd never really seen a man's cock all blown like that in broad daylight.

"Shelly," Billy said, "will you suck me?"

"What!" I wasn't even sure I'd heard right. He reached out and touched my cheek with his fingers. "I said, will you suck-"

"No!" I looked down. "Never."

"It's not as bad as you think." The blue eyes danced behind the freckles and he gave a little shrug. "It's a nice thing."

My eyes were on him again. The soft hues of purple around the tip of his cock fascinated and repelled me. I remembered the full color pictures in a medical book someone had stolen and brought to school.

The organ in the pictures had been a lot like Billy's, and I found myself growing curious about what was beneath the foreskin which partially hid his swollen glans. The medical pictures had shown it pulled back, but pictures were only pictures.

"Just touch it," he asked.

Even as he said it, I was wondering how the skin would feel sliding back over the shank. But I knew everything had gone too far already.

"We'd better be getting back, Billy. Really we should."

"Touch it once and then we'll go."

Billy's eyes were so puppy-like and appealing that I felt mean by not doing at least that one thing. As I reached out, I told myself that it was only because Billy wanted me to so badly. My fingers trembled when I took the white skin behind the tip. Billy made a funny sound in his throat and closed his eyes. I realized that he must be feeling the things I had felt when he touched and licked me down there. Fascinated by my control over his body I circled my hand around the hot member and pulled the foreskin back. The surface of his glans was shiny purple and as the taut flesh slipped down over the flared ridge I felt the organ grow heavier in my hand. It was getting even bigger. Gently I moved the skin back and forth a few times, and each time Billy's cock surged with blood. Now my own crotch was tingling with excitement. His penis wasn't really ugly-at least not when it was resting in my hand. Billy had started to pant, and I noticed a clear drop of lubrication hanging from the tip. I moved my hand back and forth again and it fell warmly onto my fingers.

"Can't you please taste it?" Billy breathed.

I shook my head emphatically. "That's an awful thing to ask a girl."

"But it's hurting me!" he groaned, clutching his abdomen with both hands. "Don't you know anything about boys?"

He was writhing on the grass now and the way he bit down on his lower lip made me feel awful. Maybe he was in pain and I'd been the one who'd caused it.

"Jesus Christ, just taste it," he begged. "Please Shelly!"

The dark, brooding forces inside me welled up again and I bent over the pulsing swollen head of Billy Joe's cock, closed my eyes and licked my lips. I'm a virgin, I said to myself. I've never been fucked. What I was going to do was bad, but I was still a good girl. Then I steadied the jumping thing with both hands, made a little O with my mouth and slipped down over the moist tip.

For a moment I didn't move at all. The knowledge that I was kissing a boy's penis made me dizzy at first, but the warm musky smell was not so terrible as I'd imagined. Billy Joe sucked air between his clenched teeth and smoothed my hair with his hands. He liked it. He really liked it!