Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

"Come on, you two," I said. "You make me feel like a sack of feed or something." But I had to admit to myself that it was nice having some attention from two males at once.

Since it was a week night, the drive-in wasn't very crowded and Jason found a spot up front. In the car next to us, a couple were already entwined and half lying down in the seat.

Jason pulled the speaker inside and hung it on the dash. Then he fished a thin paper sack from under the front seat.

"Look what I brung!" he laughed, peeling back the paper to expose the unbroken seal of a pint whiskey bottle.

Billy Joe giggled and reached out for it. "Whooo boy!"

"Not so fast," Jason warned as he unscrewed the lid. I watched him tip it up and take three huge swallows. When he passed it to me I shook my head no.

Billy laughed, wiping the mouth of the pint with his palm. "Don't they do this in the city either?" His Adam's apple bobbed three times and he lowered the bottle again. It was true-the kids in town that I had known never drank anything stronger than beer, and not really very much of that.

"Aren't you afraid of getting drunk?" I asked-and felt foolish for even opening my mouth.

Jason slapped his thigh and hooted. "I'd be afraid if I didn't get drunk!"

Billy Joe was laughing with him. Before long they were both whooping like they'd lost their minds. They thought they were so damned smart that I felt a jolt of courage inside.

"Okay," I said, taking the bottle. "I'm not afraid of a little whiskey." The first swallow burned like molten steel and I had to cough. But when I tried to hand the bottle back, Jason pushed it toward me again.

"The second swallow kills the pain of the first," he said. His brown eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Oh all right," I said. Jason was right. The second jolt of booze slid down my throat easily and I even chanced a smaller third swallow. When I handed the bottle back a fiery ball of warmth was beginning to spread in my stomach.

Halfway through the first feature the bottle was half empty and I noticed a slight buzz in my head. I was a long way from drunk, but at the same time it seemed like all my problems were so silly and far away. Jason had sneaked his arm around my shoulder and one hand was resting on my knee. I felt his little finger tracing circles on my skin and, though it bothered me vaguely, I didn't stop him.

"Damn!" Billy Joe said suddenly. "Look at those two!"

The three of us craned over and peered out Billy's window. Since the pick-up was higher than the car next to us, it was easy to look right down into their front seat. The couple there had tried to cover themselves with a blanket, but it had slipped half off and I could see that one of the girl's legs was hooked through the steering wheel. Her other foot was pressed tightly against a window, toes spread wide.

I swallowed hard as the bare white bottom of the boy on top gave a short hard thrust. There was a muffled groan and the girl's long fingers clawed at his back. Then the boy's hands slipped down to touch the soft cleft his cock was dividing and he lunged again as if she were some animal he wanted to stake to the seat.

The second cartoon was starting up and I turned my attention back to the screen. My crotch was already damp and I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't think about sex for the rest of the evening.

Jason stared at me for a few seconds, then jammed the whiskey bottle into the glove compartment and gunned the old truck to life.

"Hey," Billy protested.

"Fuck this movie," Jason growled as he tossed the small speaker back on the post. Billy and I watched him wheel the pick-up down the graveled aisle and back toward the board fence behind the concession stand. He pulled up in the last row and took another squawking speaker from its hook. There wasn't another car around for a hundred yards.

"Come on!" he said, taking my hand.

"I want to watch the movie," I protested. I hadn't slurred my words, but my tongue felt thick and heavy.

Jason twisted my wrist until the pain shot up my arm. "I told you to come on-"

Billy sat there, staring straight ahead, as Jason dragged me out of the cab and around to the back of the truck. My breasts bounced wildly against the soft material of my blouse. I felt strong hands grab my waist and lift me over the tailgate. There on the truck bed were an old mattress and a few torn blankets piled nearby. I saw Billy Joe watching us through the rear window.

Jason thrust a hand into his jeans and pulled out a crumpled bill. Then he reached it around the side of the cab. "Go get yourself something to eat," he said to Billy.

Reluctantly, Billy took the money and opened the door. He was still looking back over his shoulder as he walked away from us.

I stood as far away from Jason as I could get, my back pressed against the cold metal of the cab. He watched me with a funny kind of smile. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and the shallow, rapid heaving of my chest. There were people not too far away-people who would help me if they only knew-yet I felt as alone as if I were on a deserted island. Then Jason put a hand on his big silver cowboy buckle and yanked it open.

"Shelly," he said. His voice was clear and cool. "This is one night you'll never forget-not as long as you live."

"Jason," I said, shaking my head so hard that my hair flew out over my shoulders, "I don't want you to even touch me. If you do I'll…"

He took a step forward and slipped out of first one cowboy boot and then the other. "The other night when you were down there with them horses, you were about to go crazy."

"No…" I watched him pull his legs out of his Levi's and drop them by his boots.

"That old stallion was really giving it to Billy's mare, and all the time your pants were wringin' wet."

"Jason, stay away from me."

One by one the snaps of his shirt popped open and I watched him slip his muscular arms out of the sleeves. The moonlight caught his firm build and I knew I'd be no match at all for him. He looked strong enough to rape two girls at once.

Jason took another step toward me and jerked down his shorts. His thick, heavy-looking cock bobbed up like a snake. It was bigger than Billy's, and Jason pulled the skin back with his fingers so that the head of it glistened wetly in the blue-white light.

I glanced down at the ground to see how far I'd have to jump. He was close now and I saw him reach out to grab my skirt.

The slap hit him full in the face and he reeled back a step, but just as I had one leg over the side of the truck, a hard fist crashed into my side. My legs went first and the mattress came up hard against my body. I felt my blouse being shredded by Jason's thick fingers. My breasts bounced free.

"I'll tell everyone," I sobbed. "Everyone!"

"Pretty soon you'll be begging me not to stop." He pressed my shoulders down hard and covered one of my quivering titties with his mouth. When he rolled the already thickening nipple between his teeth, I arched my back and tried to scoot away, but Jason had jerked my tiny skirt up around my waist and twisted his fingers in the narrow crotch of my silky panties. With a quick jerk, he tore the material through. My pussy was still sopping from watching the couple in the other car; it infuriated me that now Jason knew it too.

"Shelly baby," he laughed, "your pussy sure is saying yes to me."

"No!" I sobbed, beating his back with my small fists. "Oh, no!"

A knee pushed painfully into my thigh and I had to spread my legs apart. Jason slid his hips between them and sank his teeth into my neck. A kaleidoscope of memories swamped my brain. "It's awful when they stick that ugly thing in you," my mother had said. I found myself wishing that I'd never grown up, that I was still a skinny, breastless little girl with no hair on my pussy.