Chapter 5

I slipped two fingers between Linda's full thighs and found her sex arch. The thick, dark hair of her pubes was like a lush jungle as I forced my way through it and searched out the beginning of her crack. Her sex place was bigger than mine--the lips fuller, the slit deeper. When I pushed up against her risen clit, I could tell it was longer and stood out more than mine. Linda's soft pumping motion against my slickened knuckles told me I was doing it right.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" I asked, hardly able to get the words out.

"No! Push harder... harder!"

Accidentally one of my fingers slipped up into her vagina, and Linda raised her bottom up so that I'd do it again. This time I pushed in deeply, raking the sides of her seeping tube. I'd never even done that to myself and when I felt Linda shove her own fingers into my cunt's hungry cave, I gave a little cry of delight. Another moment or two and I'd explode. I just knew it.

My aunt moved her ass suddenly from side to side as if she were trying to escape my rubbing fingers but really didn't want to. Finally she was wiggling so crazily that I wasn't sure I could keep my hand against her clit, but in the next moment she gave a sighing little cry and came, her lush breasts heaving hard against my own.

Linda had rolled over on top of me, and as the first throb of joy-energy shimmered through my own cunt and tummy I tossed my head back and pulled her mouth down to my neck. Nipping teeth prickled along my skin and the tip of her tongue probed wetly into the twisted little caves of my ear.

"Baby--Shelly... come Shelly, come!"

The strange soft creature above me was no man, yet she was making me feel so wonderfully alive, so right! While my shoulders and breasts burned under her open mouth, Linda dug the nubbin of my slit until the itching heights of pleasure enveloped the surface of my body and consumed me. There was no world... no bed... no room--just me, coming and coming and coming.

For the first minute or two after it was over, I was just alive--wonderfully alive, but with no other thought than breathing in and out and feeling the closeness of a soft being next to me. Then Linda moved a little and sighed and I began to realize what we'd done to each other. Never in my life had I imagined I would ever have sex with another female. It was something so taboo that even my mother had never mentioned it.

I waited with closed eyes for the guilt to pour in on me, but nothing happened. Was there anything really nasty about it? Had there been one evil word or thought passed between us?

Linda unwound the wondrous tangle of our arms and legs and sat there on the edge of the bed, looking through the window at the starry sky.

"I didn't plan for this to happen, Shelly," she said after a while. "It's just that I can't stand my stupid husband... can't bear him touching me any more." She looked at me lovingly. "But you're all soft and gentle and smooth like a newborn kitten. I hope you won't think badly of me. I'd feel awful if you did."

I hugged my aunt close and smelled the fragrance of her newly washed hair. My voice quavered when I spoke. "I liked it, Aunt Linda... even if it is wrong."

"Maybe it isn't, baby." Linda put an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "Maybe it isn't."

It took me a long time to go to sleep after my aunt had gone back to the house. All I could think about was sex, sex, sex. One thing I knew: It felt wonderful, whether a boy did it or another female. It was the guilt afterwards that bothered me. Yet the longer I pondered about the whole mess, the less I could believe it was wrong to do things to someone that made them feel so good.

It was late when I woke up next morning. Uncle Nat met me in the front room with a yellow paper in his hand. It looked like a telegram.

"Seems as though Frank's coming up to pay us a visit," he said smiling. "Sure hope he doesn't decide to take you with him when he goes. Linda has appreciated the extra help you've given her around the place." My uncle noticed my white face and frowned. "Something wrong, Shelly?"

"It's nothing," I mumbled, sinking into a chair. "Just hungry, I guess."

I read the telegram through a haze of fear. It was true. My stepfather had been laid off his job and was on his way to the farm. I swallowed back the bitterness that welled up in my throat and tried to give Nat a brave smile.

"I haven't seen Frank in some time," he said, "but I know he likes poker." He slapped his thigh and pushed a callused hand through his hair. "I'll be lookin' to win some of his last paycheck off him."

Aunt Linda fixed me a late breakfast and I didn't look up once until the plate was clean.

"Anything wrong, darling?" she asked finally, pressing my hand with intimate warmth, a reminder of the night before.

"No!" I blurted quickly. "Nothing at all."

How could I tell even Aunt Linda that my stepfather had already put his cock into one of my holes and was on his way to the farm now to take care of the other one?

I spent a nervous morning helping with the usual chores-- except that I broke a cup while washing it and spilled a bowl of sugar on the tablecloth and really wasn't much help at all. When the men had all gone to the fields to work, Linda cornered me in the hall and pressed me against the wall. I could feel her unbridled titties and hungry hands. When she pushed her lips against mine, I let myself go limp in her embrace. The beating of my heart said, yes, strip off your clothes and fall naked in the bed. But something else cautioned me to wait.

"Linda," I gasped, twisting away from the fingers that had already found the warm wet nest of my loins. "Can't we wait? I want to think about things."

"Just touch me!" she cried. "Touch me or I'll die."

Gritting my teeth to strengthen my resolve, I slid a hand quickly under the hem of her dress and up along the inside of a soft thigh. I'd just pushed under the nylon of her panties and buried my fingers in her soaking cleft when a screen door slammed in another room. It was Billy Joe coming in the house for something. Thankful for the interruption, I pulled myself away and left Linda shaking there in the hallway while I went out to gather the morning eggs. I felt awful to cut her short like that, but there was still a vague, nagging guilt in my mind when it came to playing intimate games with another female. I had lots more to learn about myself--and about other people--before sex could be so casual.

At noon, Nat returned from the bus station in Connerton with Frank. My stepfather saw me standing there on the front steps and held his arms open to embrace me.

"How's my little girl?" he said.

"All right, I guess." I wanted to scream to everyone what he had tricked me into doing, wanted to tell them about the Vaseline and his penis sliding up and down against the skin of my belly until it gushed seed, and the time he'd forced his cock into my very guts while I sprawled in pain under him. Instead I stared back at him without so much as a smile.

"Why, you're getting prettier every day, I swear!" Frank laughed uneasily. His eyes looked bloodshot from too much alcohol.

After my stepfather had unpacked, I wasn't surprised to see him set a bottle of bourbon on the kitchen table--"For emergencies," he told everyone. Aunt Linda had made the boys double up in one room so Frank could have a bedroom all to himself, but I could tell she didn't approve of the uncouth manner with which he treated everyone but Uncle Nat.

All the rest of the day I stayed out of sight. By the time evening rolled around and the supper dishes were washed and put away, Nat and Frank had set up a card table in the front room and started to shuffle a tired deck of cards that my uncle had found somewhere. The bottle of bourbon was close by my stepfather's elbow and both men had water glasses half filled with the amber booze.

More than anything I wanted to slip away quietly and lock myself safely in my room, but Linda had some yarn to work on and wanted me to stay. Helplessly I sat there with the yarn wound over my hands while Frank leered at my tight-jeaned legs. I could have sworn that he was trying to see the crack of my vagina beneath the faded material--and that made me feel even more angry. Billy Joe was sitting across from me buried in a paperback novel, but when I looked across to him for solace, he lowered his eyes, closed the book and went to his room without a word. Ever since Jason had forced himself on me in the back of the pick-up, Billy had acted strangely--almost as if he'd lost an important battle and no longer had the right to speak to me again.

I was relieved that at least Jason wasn't around to make me feel even more preyed upon. He had gone into town in Uncle Nat's old Buick, probably to sow wild oats, I thought to myself.

It was almost nine when Nat and Frank got up from the card table and staggered laughing out the door. They said they had to go to town for more liquor. I waited until I heard the pick-up start and lurch out of the yard. Then I said good night to Linda, let her kiss me once on the lips, and started across the dark yard to my room by the barn. It wasn't that she didn't excite me with her whispered suggestions and secret touches when no one was looking; but everything was coming at me too fast. I wanted to be left alone.

I was halfway across the big, rock-strewn yard when the lights of the old Buick swayed into view and illuminated me against the whitewashed buildings. Instead of stopping by the house, the car swerved my way. It was Jason, back from town and driving crazily.

I broke into a run and headed for the shed I stayed in, but before I could reach it, the car careened in front of me and slid to a stop. Jason was out before the dust blew by, standing in front of me.

"Where ya headin' in such a hurry?" His mouth was pulled down in a strangely humorless smile. He took a long look at my shape in the glow from the headlights and shook his head. "Goddamn it, you look good in them Levi's. Like you're about to bust right out." Suddenly he reached out and grabbed my wrists.

I wanted to scream, but the tight fear in my throat had paralyzed me. Using every ounce of strength I could muster, I twisted my hands free and darted toward the barn. Jason's feet pounded behind me as I burst through the door, slammed it behind me and ducked into a pile of feed sacks. The door crashed open again on squeaky hinges and I glimpsed Jason's figure outlined in the entrance. He advanced into the gloom quickly and I heard him curse when he tripped on something in the darkness.

As I backed up slowly, my shoulder brushed a wooden ladder. It was the way into the hayloft. In an instant I'd slipped out of my sandals and started softly up the crude rungs. If I could hide there, maybe Jason would tire of the game and leave me be.

It was warm and musty inside the loft. In a corner I found a pile of fresh hay and settled down to wait while below my pursuer shoved aside boxes and tools while he hissed my name. After a while there was only the silence of the night.

I'd almost decided that Jason had given up the search when the ladder to the loft began to shake. He was climbing up to where I'd hidden. Quickly I looked around, frantic for another place to escape to, but the only light was what little seeped through the cracks in the dilapidated roof. It was even too dark to see Jason emerge and step into the hay, but I heard his rapid breathing and knew he wasn't far away.

A drunken laugh frightened me to the quick. "Let's get some light in here and see where Shelly's hiding!"

Almost immediately a trap door in the roof crashed back and the moonlight filled the loft. Jason's shirt was already unbuttoned and he took it off and dropped it as he came toward me. The muscles in his arms snaked powerfully and I watched them despite my fear.

"Well, well... all barefoot and everything. Waiting for me, weren't you?"

"Stay away from me, Jason!" I cried, my voice weak and shaky.

"Like hell I'll stay away," he said back. "You've been staying away from me the last couple of weeks and all I been thinking about is that fancy little body of yours."

I jumped up and started around him, but Jason had an arm around my middle in an instant. He pulled me roughly around to face him.

"One thing for sure, though--I ain't gonna fight you this time to get what I want."

"That's the only way you'll get it," I spit back. Jason's eyes scanned the small loft as if he were searching for something. "Maybe. Maybe not."

Then I saw what he had in mind. There was a bunch of old leather straps hanging from a beam near the ladder. Jason shoved me over to them and pulled a couple down.

"Nothing like a mule harness to tame a balky mule," he laughed, wrapping one of the wide straps around my two wrists and cinching it tight. I fought him every inch of the way, but it was like battling a water buffalo. Jason was big and mean and strong. In another second he'd tossed the free end of the strap over a roof beam and pulled my arms so far above my head that I couldn't quite touch my heels to the straw below me.

"Jason, I'm begging you. Please let me go back to my room. I'll kiss you. I'll go out with you again..."

"You'll kiss me all right," he said, chuckling at my poor bargaining position. "You know, you're mighty pretty all strung up like that. Just like a choice side of beef."

I closed my eyes and felt like weeping, but the tears wouldn't come. What kind of perversion was he going to try on me as I dangled from the beam? Finally a hot tear fell down my cheek and I tasted its saltiness.

"Quit the damned bawling," Jason snapped. "You ain't gonna be killed or nothing for Christ's sake."

When Jason started stripping off his pants I didn't want to look, but I found myself staring anyway. His cock sprang free and bobbed up, hard and heavy-looking, a muscled truncheon of lust. My mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, and when Jason unbuttoned my blouse and ran his rough hands over my heaving little melons, I gave a whimper of helplessness. With a long pocket knife, he cut the sleeves out of the pretty little top, then tore the back down the middle.

"I'll buy you another one," he said, dropping the two ruined pieces in the straw at my feet. "It's gonna be worth it."

When Jason reached for my pants I knew it was futile to resist, but I tucked my knees up under my naked tittles anyway, trembling there until the straps cut so painfully into my wrists that I had to submit. Jason waited patiently until I stopped struggling, then slipped the denim down sensuously inch by inch, kissing my navel and then the bones of my pelvis and the hard little pubic bump below. I felt his lips all the way down my thighs and legs until my clothing, panties and all, was in a crumpled hall in Jason's hands. I wasn't ready when he snatched up one of my feet and kissed the bottom of it, biting and licking until hot shivers shot through my loins. I gnawed my lower lip and tried to act completely unruffled by his technique.

He had tied me under the trap door which he'd opened to the roof, so the moon cast its blue light over both of us. Jason circled me slowly, touching all my curves and bumps, kissing, fondling, even tickling me a little.

"You got some fine-ass titties," he said after a long silence. "Not too big, not too small. Just like oranges." A hand went out and I felt his thumb working on one of my nipples. He was standing very near now and I saw him lift his cock and rest the head of it against my bare tummy.

"This prick of mine wants in there," he said, giving me an evil smile. "It's been saving gallons of come just for you, Shelly."

I could see one small glistening droplet at the tip, and as he shifted his body it came away and hung there like dew above my tummy. Jason was suddenly kissing my breasts, licking circles over the rosettes and nipples, wetting them completely. I tried to fight the sensations, but it was no good. He was exciting me.

"Don't, Jason... D--d--don't!"

His mouth made a wet line down the middle of my chest and belly and when he paused at my navel again and pushed his tongue deep into it, I felt my labia swell outward with blood. I was getting all squishy down there and instinctively I clamped my thighs together.

"Won't do you any good," Jason said, smiling up. He was on his knees now, his mouth level with my fluff of pubic hair. His hands grasped my hips firmly and he pressed his face against me. The snake of his hot tongue traced the beginnings of my crack, then plunged into the slick damp. I was helpless in my effort to stop the rising button of my clitoris as it grew and pressed back against his caresses.

"Jason... I w--w--wish you'd stop..."

"No you don't," he laughed. Now his mouth circled one of my thighs and started up the crack of my ass. For a brief moment I felt the wet heat on the tight circle of my rectum, but Jason went higher, feeling out each bump of my spine with his tongue and teeth. When he nibbled at the nape of my neck, I couldn't help but lean back against the irresistible sensation. The lobes of my ears were next and I began to moan a little. Jason encircled my body with his arms and I was glad. What small amount of resistance I had left disappeared when I felt him push his hot cock between my thighs and up against my swollen labia. The blooming lips opened wetly and Jason rubbed the ridged head against my clit until he too was covered with my juice. His penis seemed bigger and harder than it had the night at the drive-in; I could almost imagine it bursting up into my soft vagina. I shook my head and whimpered with the wrongness of it all. I had to get down and force myself to run.