The next morning at breakfast I didn't say much. Jason kept his eyes down in his plate too, and though Uncle Nat and Aunt Linda didn't notice how uncomfortable we were, Billy Joe sensed it right away.
Jason had to go to town for some feed in the pick-up so Uncle Nat gave Billy the keys to his old Buick and told him to take me down the river for a little outing. It was easy to see that Billy Joe was glad to have a day away from his usual chores. Before we left, I slipped into a pair of white bellbottoms and had Aunt Linda braid my hair. The sun was already making things hot, so I wore my thinnest, coolest blouse.
Though he didn't have a license yet, I knew Billy felt four inches taller as he backed the truck around and headed out on the rutted road which led toward the river.
"Nat lets me drive any time I want," he said. "As long as I don't get out on the highway or go into town."
I watched him shift gears smoothly as we climbed a short grade. Then the road wound between huge cottonwoods and Billy turned the vent windows in so the breeze would blow across us.
"What happened last night?" he asked without giving me any warning.
"With you and Jason, I mean."
Ever since I'd awakened that morning I'd tried to push the whole incident to the back of my mind. The whole thing seemed almost like some horrible dream. Watching the horses had been wicked enough, but I wanted to forget completely about the way Jason had thrown me into the haypile and made me act like one of the rutting beasts I'd seen in the corral.
"What makes you think anything happened?" I asked, careful to keep my voice innocent.
Billy Joe grabbed a leaf from a low hanging branch as he swung the truck around a turn. "Jason and I have been going down to the horses every night, but last night he wanted to go alone." Billy shrugged.
"Then I saw the way you two were acting this morning at breakfast." He pulled the truck up beside a large willow and turned off the key. "He didn't try to get in your room, did he?"
I laughed. "Jason? Of course not."
Billy's serious blue eyes were on me. There was no mistaking the protectiveness he felt. "Jason's my blood and he's okay, but I just know how he is with girls. Kind of crazy." Billy tilted his head "You know what I mean?"
I nodded slowly. "I guess so."
I followed Billy Joe down to the river. We had stopped by a narrow bend and there was a dam of large rocks which held back enough water to form a good sized pool. Below the pool was a foamy, cascading waterfall and I thought right away that the spot was like a small piece of paradise.
Billy Joe was already pulling off his shirt.
"Going swimmin', aren't you?" he asked when he saw that I hadn't started undressing.
"I didn't bring any suit."
He wrinkled up his freckled nose and chuckled, "we don't use them things out here. I keep forgetting you're from the city."
"I'm from a town… not a city." I felt made fun of.
"Anyway, as long as you're gonna be in the country for a while, you might as well get used to skinny dippin'."
It was my turn to tease. "Billy Joe, you're worse than you say Jason is." I folded my arms and looked stern. "I'm not going to get undressed while you stand there gawking."
He was pulling his faded jeans off over one foot now, balancing and hopping around on the other. I could see his polka dotted shorts underneath and they looked so baggy and ridiculous that I had to laugh.
Billy saw me and grinned back.
"Tell you what-I'll jump in and hide my eyes until you're in the water."
He didn't wait for me to protest. In the next instant I glimpsed his bare, white bottom as he arced through the air and disappeared with a splash. In a second or two his blond head bobbed to the surface.
"Wait," I said. "I don't know if I want to-"
"Okay," Billy interrupted. "I'm turned around now."
It did seem silly not to get into the delicious-looking water just because I was used to public swimming pools with their silly rules and regulations. Besides, we were miles from any main road and the land all around us belonged to Uncle Nat.
Quickly I skinned my bellbottoms off and tossed my blouse on top of them. I thought about keeping my panties on, but realized that if I did they'd soak everything else when I got dressed again. In another second I pulled them off and dropped them with my other things. I was afraid that Billy might peek any second, so instead of waiting for my skin to get used to the cold water, I plunged right in. When the water was lapping around my neck, I called to him.
"O-O-Okay."
Billy Joe gave me a smile of encouragement and swam over to a flat rock. When I saw that he was pulling himself up onto it, I quickly looked away. It seemed stupid though to keep my back to him all the time so I decided to act as if I wasn't bothered by his nakedness at all.
He just sat there on the rock, digging at a scab on his leg while I watched. Dewy droplets of water hung in the reddish pubic hair around his crotch and the little white snake that drooped down from the middle of the fluff seemed so soft and harmless that I was soon losing much of my self-consciousness. In a little while Billy stood up and dove. I saw his white body knife through the water and he surfaced not two feet away.
"Hey!" I yelled, covering my breasts with my hands.
"Aw, it's blurry under there anyway." He snuffled some water from his nose and grinned his toothy smile.
Maybe it was because Billy was a year younger than I was, or maybe it was because he seemed so nice, but I didn't so much as flinch when he drifted near and then pushed his mouth up against mine. For a long time everything stopped. I held my breath as his lips moved tenderly against my own. Billy's hand touched my waist and then his other one joined the first. I can stop it any time I want, I told myself, but still it was like the way hunters hypnotize rabbits with a flashlight while they take aim. Just as I was getting jittery, Billy broke off the kiss and dove beneath the surface of the pool again. Trembling, I turned and started toward the rocky bank. That was why it was evil to be naked-because being naked made things happen that you couldn't control. I was half out of the water when I realized Billy Joe might be watching.
"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!
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.
"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.
Something was pushing against the damp lips of my pussy as they swelled open, and a new sensation shot up from my loins. Jason's cock was pressing at the thin membrane of my hymen.
"Noooo," I pleaded. "Don't fuck me, Jason. Please don't!"
But he plunged his tongue to the back of my mouth and grasped the outward curve of my hips with his callused hands. I wiggled madly, trying to escape, but still the heavy, hot tip was shoved harder against the delicate window of my vagina. It was no use. With a sigh of surrender I stopped moving and let my thighs fall apart. Jason gave a snort of victory and lunged forward. Every nerve in my body cried out as the shank of barbed flesh tore into my softness, but I bit my tongue and stayed quiet.
I won't cry for him, I swore to myself. I won't let him know he's hurt me. Again Jason thrust his hard buttocks and I felt the blood-filled bulb of his glans push aside my tender membranes. My closed tube was opening, stretching around the invading cock and wetting it.
I murmured a sigh as a new sensation swept over the first tearing pain.
Jason plunged deeper with every passing second. I was being fucked in the cunt with a cock. One of my sandals jarred loose and fell with a thump. My neck was wet from Jason's kisses, and when the turgid stalks of my nipples rubbed across his chest it made me squirm crazily. His strong hands kneaded the flesh of my ass as I wiggled and one of his fingers touched the tight knot of my rectum and stayed there. It was good. I felt like a whore, but I didn't care. It was good.
"Put your legs over my back," Jason whispered.
I locked my ankles around his waist and clung there. My slit blossomed even wider and Jason probed deeper. Then he pulled himself completely out of my body and ran his distended glans up over my clitoral ridge.
"Ohhh," I cried, clutching his back with my hands. "Jesus God!"
"You like it, don't you?"
I swallowed hard and pressed my open mouth against his neck. "Jason, what are you doing to me? Oh what are you doing?"
Quickly I felt him slip down again and the slick, smooth cock filled my body again. There was no pain now-no nothing but the heavenly electricity of fucking. I was full of prick, full of a man's prick, Tossing my head like the little mare had done, I tilted my pelvis from side to side as fast as I could. The bottoms of my feet began to itch so intensely that I couldn't restrain a sensuous whimper.
"You been saving it too long, Shelly," Jason breathed. "Way too long."
"Just don't stop," I mumbled. I was being devoured, ravaged, raped-and it felt like heaven on earth. Whether it was wicked or not really didn't seem to matter any more.
My vagina seemed to clasp and suck at the huge thing that had invaded and widened it, and the insides of my thighs were slick with my own juice and blood. Jason pushed my legs even further back and hooked his arms under my knees. Now his tip drove against the hard little mouth of my womb and I squealed with pain. He eased back and licked my chin and mouth before kissing my burning lips.
"That's where I want to put my jizz," he whispered against my ear. "As deep as it'll go."
"Fuck me forever," I whined, biting his chin until he winced and pulled away laughing. He let go of my legs then, and as they fell once more to the small of his back, I dug my heels into him as hard as I could. I'd never dreamed of acting like this, but now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. Jason gave a moan of pain as I raked his back with my nails, then jammed me full of penis again.
"Noo," I gurgled as a rushing pulse of pleasure grew and pounded and spread from my aching crotch. And still Jason's hot core of cock plunged and pulled and stabbed.
I came so slowly that my breath jammed in my bursting lungs and I rolled my ass in circles, trying to catch the evasive, rooting animal that teased and prodded below. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the spasms of pure pleasure made the flesh tremble on my legs and arms. It was like a crazed, wondrous convulsion, better than anything in my life, and as it slowly subsided, I felt for some reason that I was close to doing it again.
Jason gave a roar of passion and shoved his cock so deep that my tummy was pushed out where the monstrous organ hunted for room. I was still squirming with the last pulses of my climax, but I couldn't keep myself from putting my hand to my belly. Through the flesh of my body I felt the sliding lump of his glans as it reamed the slick tube of my girlhood.
"Now I'm going to do what I said," Jason told me. "I'm going to shove every drop of jizz in my body right up into your womb."
"Yes!" I cried, holding my palms against his ass. "Oh yes."
Just like I'd seen the stallion do, Jason tucked his ass under until it was rock hard and then with his hands clutching my waist tightly, he pumped his cock into me with short little jabs.
"Ahhh," he sighed and his legs grew rigid behind him. With each shove I was pushed backwards on the old mattress and I knew that Jason's bubbly seed was spewing into my most secret place.
I was still groggy and weak when I felt Jason get up from me and begin pulling on his clothes.
"Jason," I shuddered, "I'm cold."
He picked up one of the old blankets and tossed it across me. "I'm going to get something to eat," he said.
As I pulled the ragged thing up over my shoulders I heard him clamber over the back end of the truck and crunch away through the gravel.
I don't know how long I just lay there on the dusty mattress in the back of the pick-up, but the tremors of excitement slowly ebbed away and a warm feeling seemed to try to make every muscle in my body reach out for something… something… Yes, that was it. I wanted to be held in someone's arms. But Jason had gone.
Then, through the dazed muddle of my consciousness, came the realization that I'd lost my virginity, that I'd been penetrated by a male penis-stabbed deep in the cunt with it and then pumped full of semen. I'd been fucked, fucked for the first time in my life-and the boy who had done it had walked away without so much as a backward glance.
So this was what making love was all about. The boys emptied their balls into you and then left you lying cold and sad and alone, maybe even pregnant. No-at least I knew I wouldn't be knocked up, not with my period only days away.
Shuddering with the emptiness I felt, I pulled myself up and slipped into my ragged blouse. Half the buttons were missing and it was torn in two or three places. My panties were nearby, the crotch ripped completely out. I used them to clean my seeping cunt and stuffed them under the mattress.
Though my legs were still a bit weak, I managed to find my missing sandal and smooth my skirt back down. Then I climbed into the cab and, with trembling hands, began to comb my hair. Billy Joe walked toward the truck through the rows of empty speakers. For an instant my heart leaped out, but then I remembered how easily Jason had bribed him into leaving us alone. He got into the cab without a word and held out a warm, slightly soggy hamburger. I unwrapped the paper and took a bite, not really even tasting it.
"He fucked you, didn't he?" Billy said after a while. His eyes stared straight ahead at the movie none of us had been watching.
I was horribly ashamed, but too proud not to face up to the truth.
"Yes, Billy. Jason fucked me." Using that word made me even more ashamed, grinding the guilt deep into my soul. A cartoon came on, but neither of us laughed.
"Did… did you like it?" His voice was very quiet and far away.
"No."
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. "If I'd tried to stop him…"
Billy said. "If I'd tried…" His eyes turned down and he hit a clenched fist against his knee. "Damn it Shelly, he's bigger than me, and…"
I put a hand on my would-be protector's arm, feeling a sudden sympathy for his position. "It's all right. I guess it would have happened sooner or later anyway. Jason always seems to take whatever he wants."
"The son-of-a-bitch," Billy growled. I thought I saw tears of anger in his eyes. "The dirty son-of-a-bitch."
When Jason came back I sat there in heavy silence, pretending I had other things on my mind. He started the truck up immediately and put the speaker back on the pole. Of course, I thought. He hadn't come to see the show anyway. His only target had been my soft, wet hole. With that out of the way, what reason was there to stay? No one spoke all the way back to the house, and Jason never even glanced my way. Once inside my room, I fell across the old brass bed in tears, hating Jason, hating the farm, and-more than anything-hating myself.