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.
When he didn't let go I found myself looking into his eyes, almost hypnotized. It was that giddy breathless feeling in my chest again and my fingertips felt hot where they touched his palm.
"Let's go to the drive-in tonight," he said. "Nat'll let me take the truck."
"No!" The answer had come from my mouth even before I'd thought about it.
Jason gave an easy laugh. "Aw come on. You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"I'm not afraid," I said. But I was. Just the thought of being crammed next to Jason in the pick-up made me panicky. I imagined him holding me down and rubbing his cock against my bare belly until I was covered with white slime. I looked up at him and shook my head. "I'm not afraid, but I don't want to go tonight."
The evening meal seemed huge to me. There were biscuits and gravy and pork chops with plenty of second helpings for anyone hungry enough to eat them. The boys broke out a deck of cards afterwards and invited me to play, but the day had been tiring and I excused myself and went to the small room by the shed. Since it was so warm, I shed everything but my panties and climbed on top of the sheets. In a few minutes I was asleep.
The sound which woke me wasn't loud, but the strangeness of it had me sitting straight up in bed, my eyes wide open. It was coarse, like a gasping animal. For a moment or two I was frightened, but as my eyes grew used to the moonbathed room, I resolved to find out what it was.
If I was going to stay on the farm for any length of time, it would be better if I knew all the demons right from the start. The sound came again and there was a solid thumping of hooves in the direction of the corral.
I grabbed the big flannel shirt Jason had given me earlier in the day and slipped my arms in, not bothering with the buttons. It was too late for anyone else to be up, so I decided to chance going out in my panties.
The ground was cool on my bare feet as I crossed toward the barn. Two dark shapes moved in a circle behind the fence and the thumping hooves were louder. It was the horses. A breeze blew the shirt open in front and I clutched it tight and hurried on toward the softly whinnying shapes. While living in town I'd never entertained the thought of walking out in the middle of the night, but here on the farm it seemed as natural as breathing itself and I was enjoying the adventure.
By the time I'd poked my head between two heavy rails, the animals were trotting in a fast circle again. I could see now that there were only two of them-the little mare of Billy Joe's and Uncle Nat's stallion.
The whitewashed wall of the barn formed one side of the enclosure, and as the bigger horse trotted by I saw the silhouette of his organ. It had accordioned out into a long, wet, shiny tube of firm flesh, and the way it swung and bobbed under the animal as he moved made my legs tremble. I turned to go back to my room but the mare gave a little snort and the hoof-beats stopped. Holding my breath, I looked back. The stallion was touching the softly wheezing mare with his nose. Touching her rear end. Then with a lunging burst of power he rose up onto her back, hooves flailing. Oh God, I thought, he's trying to… he's going to…
Again I started back to my room, but another shrill whinny made me stop. I was ashamed of my weakness, ashamed of the odd feeling which made me want to watch two beasts couple in the dark of night. With a sigh I leaned shakily against the corral fence and clutched my arms over my breasts. The mare had spread her forelegs for support and was tossing her head up and down. The huge cock swung up and slapped the smaller horse's belly and the stallion moved back, hunting for her hole.
My nipples burned against the flannel material of Jason's shirt and I pushed my fingers inside and rubbed the dark little stalks until they were even harder. I knew it was wrong, but I felt drugged… unable to resist the temptation to touch myself. Then I remembered the way Frank had touched me that night with his hand on my clitoris. With a little moan of pleasure I pushed my fingers under the elastic waistband of my panties and down to my hot cunt. Just as I shoved into the hot slick, the mare made another noise and I looked up to see the stallion's cock touch her where she glistened wetly in the moonlight. The big horse strained forward and the organ slipped in half its length. The mare tossed her head wildly and snorted foam from her nose.
My fingertips had searched out the turgid ridge of my tiny organ and each time I passed them over it, my legs threatened to buckle. I was panting too, just like the little mare, and each time the stallion bucked his powerful ass under and filled her tube with his cock, a whimper escaped my throat. It was such a fantastically huge organ to be inside the smaller horse. But she stood braced there, holding her ground while the huge male crashed his body against her again and again. I could hear the sucking slickness of their fucking and my hand moved faster against my sapping little slit.
Another shriek ripped the night air, this time from the stallion. He was holding his cock deep inside now and bumping the mare with short rapid jabs. My whole body burned with the heat of the moment, and as the big horse began to give short, coughing snorts, I knew that huge spouts of his seed were bursting and foaming into the mare's body. My knees went all limp and I clung to the railing with my free hand. The stallion drummed his hooves against the mare's back and the huge penis slipped free, I watched a rivulet of semen pour from the smaller horse's body and spatter onto the ground.
"Oh Mama," I gasped, rubbing myself all the harder, "please forgive me."
Footsteps close by. Strong arms encircled me, and I jerked my fingers away from my itching cunt. It was Jason and he was pushing me up against the fence. Everything had happened so suddenly that fear took over completely. I brought a knee up between his legs with all my strength, but one of his big hands grasped it a full foot short of the target before I could flatten his balls against his body, before I could make him let me go.
"Hey, you're really rough, aren't you?" he said, pressing my body up against his. He was wearing no shirt, and mine had come open. The feeling of my soft breasts against his chest was making me insane with panic.
"Jason… let me go."
"I saw you watching the horses," he laughed. "I'm glad to know that you like it."
"I hated it!" I cried, trying to get loose.
Jason ignored me. "That's why I was out here too. It gives me a charge to see them in there. That little mare can really take it."
"Please Jason… let me go!"
But even as my nails clawed at his back and arms, Jason half dragged, half carried me toward the barn. The musty smell of animals and damp hay struck my nostrils and I struggled all the harder, but Jason had both my wrists encircled with one of his large hands. I watched him reach a moth-eaten blanket from a nail on the wall and throw it into a pile of hay.
"Just let me kiss you," he said. "You'll like it."
For a second I broke free, but he caught me around an ankle and twisted me down. I was panting so hard by now that the air screeched in my throat.
"Jesus, you act like I'm gonna rape you or somethin'."
He covered me quickly, pushing his legs between mine and I felt the bone-like ridge of his cock where he'd unsnapped his pants. He was pushing his penis up against my sopping panties, pushing it hard against my thinly covered slit. I tried to close my thighs to him, but it only tightened the friction. My silk panties were being pushed between my swollen labia against my clitoris. The tiny shots of pleasure were beginning to grow stronger as he kissed my mouth and face. Thank God I'm not doing anything bad, I thought. He doesn't have it inside. Then I realized that my bottom was moving just like Trixy's had that night at the drive-in.
"Jason," I gasped, tilting my pelvis so that he could push the soaking crotch of my panties deeper into my twat. When he kissed me I tasted spit and blood and teeth and Jason's tongue dove to the back of my throat. I was making sounds I'd never made before and my loins burned with the most intensely exotic itch I'd ever felt. Jason was going to make me do that awful thing I had always resisted. He was going to make me come.
"No, God," I prayed. "Please don't let it happen!" But my hands had slipped to Jason's buttocks and I was pulling him even harder against me, trying to scratch the itch that spread and grew and rolled across my belly like wildfire.
"Jaaason…"
I wanted to die, but it felt so good there was nothing to do but go on thrusting my crotch against him and whimpering like a whipped puppy.
The fire turned from red to blue to white and then it burst upward into my chest and I wrapped my legs around Jason's middle and kissed his neck while I squirmed there on the ragged blanket in the hay.
"You and me are gonna have lots of fun this summer," Jason whispered.
"Get up!" I screamed. The suddenness of it made him roll off. I could see the look of shock on his face in the single shaft of moonlight that filtered in through the loosely boarded wall,
"What's wrong, Shelly?" he asked, but I was up and running before the words were out of his mouth. Then my legs buckled and I tumbled over into the haypile.
"Here, let me help," Jason said, lifting me up.
"Get your dirty hands off of me!" I spit at him. "If you ever touch me again I'll… I'll…"
Somehow I managed to limp to my room, lock the crude latch and fall into my bed. It was then that I realized that my panties were wet with something else besides my own juice. I knew the smell and feel of the slick stuff that was smeared all around my crotch. I knew it and hated it. Shuddering with disgust, I stepped out of my soiled underthings and pulled on a fresh pair.
With the prospects of an entire summer ahead of me, I felt trapped and more confused than ever. But a strangely comfortable warmth seemed to spread from my still glowing thighs and I fell instantly to sleep.