Kent Collins - Shelly On The Farm

All I could smell was Frank's liquored breath. All I could feel was his callused, rough hands making my skin buck. It was awful. My own father.

Well, really he was my stepfather, but that didn't make it right. I pulled at the waistband of my long-legged silk pajamas to make sure they were still snug. Keeping them on was part of the bargain and so was the tightly buttoned top that I'd fastened at the neck with a safety pin just to be sure.

Frank kissed a wet spot in the hollow under my chin and I pushed my face against the pillow and closed my eyes. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to cry. Then I thought of the car. Yes, I could try to forget Frank and think of the car-the pretty little powder blue coupe he'd promised to buy for me if I agreed to let him maul me through a layer of silk pajamas for a night. I felt his fingers touch one of my knees and slowly edge upward. Even through the sheer material I could feel the indentation he was making in my tan skin. It was as if the fingers were melting me, scarring my body for life. Quickly I clamped my thighs tight and shook my head.

"You said we'd just hug!" I swallowed to push away another wave of nausea. "You promised, Frank."

He pulled his scarred face out of my neck and smiled. "You can't expect old Frank to act like a corpse with his pretty little fifteen-year-old in bed with him now can you?"

I looked at his short, cruel face covered with a grey stubble-the bad teeth, the crooked eyes. Oh God, I wanted to die.

"But you said we'd stay dressed," I insisted, voice trembling. "And already you took off your shirt."

Frank smoothed his palm over my long brown hair and let it come to rest on my shoulder. Then he leaned forward and covered my mouth with his. I could feel the tongue trying to work its way between my lips and a funny, shaky turbulence went through my loins. Quickly I squeezed my thighs even tighter. Oh Mama, I thought, I'm doing things you told me never to do. Why did you die? Why did you die and leave me alone with Frank? Now he was wiggling around down there and a new sensation of something long and hard brushed over my tummy.

"Frank!" I cried, pushing his shoulders back, "that's enough!"

His voice was edged suddenly with whiskey and hate. "Listen you silly little cunt, if you want that Goddamn car you'd better let me have some fun."

My mind fell into a black fear as he covered me once more. The salt smell of his chest and the stiff hair was pushing me down. I shut my eyes and lay there… too sick and scared to resist. The car. That pretty little car with its leather upholstery and shiny paint. I'd have my license in a month. I'd be sixteen and free. It would be worth it, I said over and over again… it would be worth it.

"Oh you beautiful little piece of ass," Frank muttered, "I oughta give it to you good…"

Frantically I jerked a hand free from his grasp and struck out with all the force I could muster. The smack scared me and I felt Frank's head twist as he tried to escape the blow. Then his ham-like hand caught my wrist and squeezed until tears of pain roiled into my eyes.

"You try that again and I will fuck you," he growled.

My small breasts rose and fell as I sucked air. "If you do anything bad to me I'll go to the police. I swear I will!" Why did my voice shake so? And what was the awful tickling where my slit had gone mushy? My face flushed with shame.

"Calm yourself down," Frank said. "I ain't that stupid." He grabbed the bottoms to my pajamas and pulled them down to the place where my brown pubic curls began. "Now pull your top up!"

"Frank… I won't…"

"You don't have to take it off. Just pull the bastard up." He pinched my face between his big thumb and a rough finger. "Do it or I'll kick your ass."

With shaking hands I did what he wanted. I heard him reach to the bedside table and unscrew a jar lid. Now Frank was smearing something thick and greasy onto my tummy. In the dim light of the room I could see my exposed skin shine.

"Oh God, Frank," I whined. "That stuff feels awful."

His big arms went around me again and a hot tongue penetrated my mouth.

Frank was rubbing his penis up and down against the Vaselined skin of my belly. It was so big and hot and hard. His balls bumped against my mound each time he moved forward and I could feel the bulging ridge of his horrible cock as it slipped over my navel and down again. My legs felt so thin and weak under his hairy thighs and my crotch had begun to feel oddly heavy.

"Kiss me!" he spit, but I made him have to take it. Frank was pushing down against me harder and harder and grunting like a pig. The shame of it! The horrible, horrible shame. I knew he was about to come, and the bile pushed into the back of my throat.

Semen. That was what the book I'd found in the library called it. The words had blasted out of the page at me, describing the way the fluid spurted from the tiny orifice at the tip of the male glans. I'd had a hard time breathing as I read those words. My hands had sweated until the pages stuck to them and the wetness in my crotch had made me redden with angry embarrassment. Finally I'd ripped the filthy words from the book and flushed them down the toilet in the girl's restroom. Why did men write such evil books? Why did people want to read them?

And now Frank was going to come on me. His movements had become more frantic and his breath scorched my ear. "Little bitch," he gasped.

"No… Frank… please…"

His fingers dug into my face. "Kiss me, I said!"

I opened my mouth and let him fill it with his tongue. His spit overflowed and wet my chin and neck. Frank was hurting me with his hips and I could feel my belly pressed inward by the enormous swollen cock that slipped over the skin of my body. It was bigger than it had been at first… so horribly huge. All of a sudden Frank held his body up and rubbed slower so that just the head of his organ touched me as it slithered back and forth.

"Goddamn!" he gurgled. Something hot jetted against the bottom of one of my titties. In the dimness of the bedroom I could see Frank's arm muscles trembling. Another burning lick of semen sprayed onto my belly, and a sharp sour odor filled my nostrils. So that was what it smelled like. Frank pumped a few more times, fell into the slime and then rolled over beside me. Something was oozing down my side, puddling on the sheet. My stomach jumped violently, but somehow I managed to stumble to the bathroom and lock the door before everything came up.

Gagging and coughing, I vomited my supper into the commode while the long whitish strings of Frank's seed dripped from my tummy and splattered on the cold floor.

After I had the tub filling with steamy water, I wiped the mess from my stomach and breasts. It was then that I noticed the lips of my pussy were a little swollen. Tenderly I touched them and my hand came away slick… slick with my own wetness. There was a light tap on the door.

"Shelly baby," Frank said from outside, "you done real fine. Come on back to bed when you're freshened up and tomorrow we'll go down and get that car for…"

"Can't I get in my own bed now?" I cried at the door. "I let you come on me… isn't that enough?"

There was a pause and when Frank spoke again his voice was threatening.

"I said all night… remember?"

Oh God! Yes, I had agreed. I'd agreed to spend the whole night with him. All for that little blue Ford.

Frank worked as a laborer when he felt like it and drank away whatever he didn't spend on groceries and rent. When Mom had been alive she took waitress jobs to get us by, but there was never anything left for me. I bought the few cheap dresses I owned with baby sitting money.