Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

Maybe a few more seconds wouldn't matter.

Being as tender as I could, I slid the foreskin back further and glided my lips down over his steaming glans. Billy pushed himself up slightly as if he wanted me to take him deeper. Knowing it was insane, I made a little trough with my tongue and let his rigid cock ride along it until half of him was wet with my spit. There, I thought. That should satisfy him and I can quit. But Billy's caressing fingers suddenly clutched my head and, though he wasn't forcing me, I felt it would be hard to take my lips away.

Slowly he guided my head forward and back, forward and back until I was doing it by myself. His penis felt so heavy and hot in my mouth, so strange.

"Touch me," he gasped. His voice sounded very far away.

As if in a daze I reached out and cupped one warm egg in each palm.

Billy's hands tightened even harder on my head and a low growling sound started in the depths of his chest. The tip of his glans was almost making me gag every time I pushed my mouth down over him, but his clutching grasp was too strong to fight. It was only at that moment that the full impact of what Billy Joe wanted filtered through to my sin-drugged brain. He was going to pump my mouth full of his semen! He wanted me to keep his cock inside my mouth while he came! He wanted me to eat his white seed.

"Now!" he coughed. "Slow… real slow…" His meat throbbed against the roof of my mouth and the sounds he was making were stranger than ever. "Lick it on the bottom, Shelly," he ordered. "Lick it or, swear to God, I'll break your neck."

Scared half to death, I ran my tongue between the division where the bottom lobes of his glans came together. On the third sanding rub a heavy fountain of come sprayed into the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull my head away from Billy's hurting hands, but he yanked me back.

"Suck me!" he mumbled. "Suck me good!"

I sucked obediently with rapid little movements around his tip.

"Jeeesus damn!" he groaned as another hot glop oozed out of the tiny orifice onto the middle of my tongue. I couldn't help but taste the sour salt sharpness of it as I forced it down. Billy started gliding my head up and down again, and the next three jets were strong and full.

It was coming so fast that I couldn't help but make little wet gurgling sounds in my nose when I gulped. My heels were tucked under my bottom and when I felt them hotly covered with slick wetness I knew my body liked what was happening. Billy wet my tongue with a last slippery droplet and he fell heavily into the grass beside me. I sat there dazed, wiping my slimy chin with a finger.

All the way back to the farm I sat against the opposite door, too ashamed and mad to speak to Billy. Besides making me do those awful things with him, I kept remembering that he was my cousin. Being blood kin made it even worse. But I couldn't ignore the fact that half the blame was my own. Was that why Mama had lectured me so often on being good? Had she known that I had a dark cave of evil inside me that would lead me astray?

"Damn it, Shelly, don't be mad," Billy said after a while. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Well you did!" I blurted. "I'm so humiliated and wicked feeling I wish I could crawl under a rock."

He struggled the truck around a rocky piece of road and shifted gears.

"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. Jason says that anything the animals do must be all right for humans."

Just hearing Jason's name made me madder. "I suppose Jason taught you how to… put your mouth on a girl like that."

Billy Joe's face reddened slightly. "Well… sure. He's given me a few pointers, but a guy has to find out for himself too."

So I had just been an experiment in sex for him. With my hands braced on the seat and dashboard, I turned to face Billy. "If you ever tell anyone what I… what I did to you down there I'll… I'll…"

"There's nothing wrong with giving a fellow some head," he smiled.

"Lots of people do it."

Head. Yes, I had heard that word somewhere before and now I knew exactly what it meant. I'd given Billy Joe head. How awful it sounded.

I spent the rest of the day sitting in the kitchen with Aunt Linda while Billy tended to the chores he'd skipped during the morning. I was completely disgusted with myself and sickened by everything that had happened since I'd come to the country. Yet, somehow just watching my aunt cook and sing as she drifted gracefully around the room made me feel better.

It was late afternoon when Jason came clambering noisily into the house. He had a paper sack of things from the dime store for Aunt Linda, and after he'd handed them to her one by one his hand went once more to the bottom of the bag.

"Close your eyes," he said to me.

I closed them and immediately felt something soft and silky touch my face. It was a beautiful silk scarf all yellow and red and blue. I'd been wanting one for a long time to tie in my hair.

"It's pretty. Thank you, Jason." I could see by his expression that he meant it to be an apology for the night before.

"How about let's go to the drive-in tonight?" he asked.

Billy Joe had just come in from outside and when he heard what Jason had asked, he frowned.

"Well, I don't know…" I stuttered. I was afraid to go, but it would look funny to refuse in front of Aunt Linda. She turned then, her arms white with flour.

"I think it would be nice if you two kids did that. I'll bet Billy would like to go too."

Jason put his hands on his hips and looked irritated. "Do I have to tote Billy Joe along everywhere I go?"

"Course not," my aunt said. "I was just thinkin' how Billy's been bothering everybody to take him to a movie. Wouldn't it be nice if you all went?"

Deciding not to make a scene about it, I went to my room and slipped into a bright yellow miniskirt that laced up the front with leather thongs. The blouse that went with it was awfully low cut, and I would have put it aside for something else, except that nothing looked half as good. With my sixteenth birthday only weeks away, my breasts were firm and high on my chest. I smiled with the knowledge that I still didn't need a bra. Maybe I never would. I combed my long hair down straight and folded the scarf Jason had given me into a narrow band to tie behind my ears. Finally I buckled on my leather sandals and took a good long look in the old oval mirror that hung on one wall. Even the past month had changed me. My lips had grown fuller and more voluptuous, my coltish legs had gained a little shape and my hips were beginning to take on a graceful, mature swell. That was one of the things that bothered me most. If it was wrong to do things with boys, then why did girls go around making themselves pretty all the time, and why did their bodies get all curvy and soft?

For a fleeting moment I felt like taking all the pretty clothes off and slipping back into a pair of patched jeans. Instead, I dabbed a little perfume behind each ear and stomped out the door. Girls just had to be stronger than boys, that was all.

"Would you look at her," Jason said as I walked into the house.

Aunt Linda turned and put down her rolling pin. "You make me wish I was young again, Shelly."

By the time Jason turned the truck onto the highway, the sun was starting to go down. I was in the middle and Billy Joe sat on the other side, his freckled arm out the window.

"Billy," Jason taunted, "you're really shitty."

"What for?" Billy asked, shrugging.

"When a guy wants to be alone with a girl, he wants to be alone."

Billy's lips went white with anger. "What makes you think she wants to be alone with you?"

Jason narrowed his eyes at his brother and muttered something. If I hadn't grabbed the wheel, we'd have gone in the ditch.