The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 1 By wetfly6969 ( wetfly6969@aol.com ) ~~~~~ Struggling to make ends meet, Jake, a college junior, takes a summer job working on a farm and encounters the farmer's soon-to-be a teen granddaughter. On the threshold of puberty, Annabel develops a crush on Jake who quickly exploits the situation and turns the innocent young girl into his personal fuck toy. NOTE: starts off slow but finishes strong! ---> mf Mf reluc coer Blkm dru inc rough gang interr BM WF HM 1st oral anal mastrb toys food preg creampie exhib voy size prost <--- ~~~~~ I was working through college on her grandfather's farm. My plans to take the summer off were crushed when my parents informed me that they couldn't afford to pay my share of the rent and wanted me to return home dullsville. For me that wasn't an option. The past few semesters I saw a steady decline in support and entering my junior year was going to be really tough. I needed some quick cash but it wouldn't come soon enough to pay rent and I would have to move out. It was my roommate, Eric, who actually noticed the ad in the paper seeking a farm hand for the summer. He mentioned it as a joke and he and Tony got a good laugh out of it. Curious, I read the ad smiling as seemed to be just what I needed. It offered room and board plus a hundred dollars a week for twelve weeks. That lined up perfectly with my schedule and without many alternatives, I made the call. Eric informed me that he and Tony were looking for a third roommate and I needed to be out by the end of May. That gave me three days to pack my shit and head out to the middle of nowhere to start my new job as a farm worker. I was the forth hand hired that summer and as soon as the old man saw me he was very adamant that I not be there. He kept calling me a "city slicker" and said he didn't feel comfortable with `someone like me' working on *his* farm. Immediately he took a dislike to me and treated me like an outsider. In a way, I guess I was. It was his wife, Rebecca, who insisted he hire me, something in my eyes she said, and the old man finally relented, mumbling under his breath as he walked away. That seemed to make his attitude toward me even more hostile. The physical labor involved in farming and the back-breaking work was much harder than I anticipated. Many times I considered throwing in the towel and leaving but where would I go? The thought of being slave labor in my family's business for the summer wasn't that appealing but it sure beat working in the heat. About a week on the farm I got news from my mother that the business wasn't doing very well and they were trying to sell it. If they find a buyer, they'll be able to pay my way through college but if they didn't they may not be able to pay tuition in the fall. "There's a nice community college here," she reminded me. I had no desire to return to that little hick town and rot there for the rest of my life. I loved St. Louis and planned on living there once I graduated so the news hit me hard. There would be no way I'd be able to pay for an apartment, books, gas, and living expenses without working full time. That would leave very little time for my studies and I could just see my GPA dropping like a ton of bricks. The timing was bad and the situation was dire. "Just take a semester or two off that will allow us to sell the shop, pay off our debts and you can finish your education after that." "I don't know, Mom, I'll have to think about that." "If you don't move back home, Honey, I'm afraid we can't pay your expenses." "I understand," I said before hanging up. I was really depressed for the rest of the night. I first took notice of Annabel as she sat across from me at the breakfast table that following morning after my conversation with my mother. She kept stealing glances and shyly turned away when I looked back. She was just a scrawny little kid and I hadn't really paid any attention to her but right then I realized how pretty she was. Even with no makeup, her hair pulled back into a pony tail and ragged clothing she had on, she looked radiant, and her eyes were brighter than a cloudless day. I smiled at her and she blushed. How cute was that? At seven-thirty, the old man and the four of us headed outside to the fields to begin our twelve-hour day. Two hundred and fifty acres is a lot to handle for us especially since there was a lot of repair work to be done. Jimbo was the blackest man I'd ever set eyes on and stood about four inches taller than my six-foot-two frame. He was ten years older than me, easily outweighed me by sixty pounds and was as strong as an ox. The other black guy was Reginald and was about twice my age, about my height and like myself, weighed around two hundred pounds. Juan, the quiet Mexican, was in his early forties, short and stocky and a damn good worker. He was happy when I was hired on as he always got the shitty jobs and now I got them. We mostly kept to ourselves, not interacting much with the family but I did see Annabel from time to time over the next few days as she made her way to the barn or out to the fields s to feed the animals. I had been there almost two weeks when I noticed her sitting alone under a shade tree slowly fanning herself. I figured that she didn't see many boys her age around here as it was as rural as hell and not another farm for as far as the eye could see. She smiled in my direction so I went to sit with her in the shade. "I'm Jake," I said extending my hand as I sat next to her. "Yea, I know," she replied turning her eyes downward before smoothing out her tattered skirt. "I don't think we've been properly introduced so I wanted to come over and say `hi'." She nervously began fumbling with her hands on her lap. "So Annabel, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked trying to break the ice. She quickly turned to me with a stare as if I had just called her mother a whore and blurted out "I'm only twelve, I can't have a boyfriend!" "Excuse me," I said leaning away from her with a smile. "I didn't mean to upset you." "I ain't, I just don't got no boyfriend, that's all!" "Okay, calm down, it's not like there's a lot to pick from around here anyway," I added reaching for a joint. Dealing with this isolation required plenty of pot. She watched as I fired it up and blew a cloud of smoke in her direction. She turned away coughing. "Sorry," I mumbled insincerely. "I don't like cigarettes," she stated. Leaning closer I smiled. "It's not really a cigarette," I informed her with a wink and chuckled at her confusion. "So, Annabel, do you like living out here? Out with no other kids your age?" "They got kids my age `round here. Travis and Teddy live just across the river," she said pointing over my shoulder. The river was about a half a mile away and was more like a stream than a river. "And Adam and Alyssa live past the woods," she added pointing beyond the small building the hired hands slept in. "They're your age?" "Yep, Travis is thirteen and Teddy is fifteen. Adam is fifteen too and Alyssa will be eleven next month, like me." "You'll be eleven next month?" "No silly, my birthday is next month. In two weeks. I'll be thirteen!" "Oh, okay. We'll have to do something special for your birthday. Becoming a teenager is your first step to becoming a woman you know. You won't be a little kid any more, you know that right?" "Of course I know that." "ANNABEL!" her grandfather bellowed from about thirty feet away. "GET AWAY FROM HIM THIS INSTANT!" Scurrying away like a roach in a dark room when the lights are turned on, she bolted from under the tree and into the house, her flowing skirt billowing behind her like hanging laundry on a windy day. The old man just stared at me for a full minute before approaching aggressively. "Stay away from her!" he warned shaking his crooked finger at me before turning to leave, kicking the ground hard as he left. I watched until he climbed on the tractor and headed out to the fields. "Best be keepin' yo distance from her," a deep voice warned from behind me. "The old man don't take kindly to no one talkin' to `er. He done took his shotgun after that Cramer boy a few months ago for puttin' his hands on her." "The Cramer boy?" "A boy `bout your age lives on the farm behind this one," he said motioning his head toward our quarters. "I thought his name was Adam." "Naw, that's his kid brother. His name's Abe and he ain't allowed back over here." "What's the old man's story? He's kind of possessive of her isn't he? Is he trying to keep her all for himself or something?" Jimbo didn't see the humor in my last statement. "His daughter, Linda, Annabel's mamma, runned off with some guy she met from the city and the prick kicked her out once she got pregnant. She came crawlin' back home all swolled up with a baby and stayed `bout two months after she was borned befo' she runned off `gain. She calls sometimes, but they ain't seen `er in ten years." "I guess that would explain his reaction to me. He thinks I'm trying to steal his little girl away from him again." "Yep, so you bess be keepin' yo distance, you hear?" "Yea, thanks for the advice," I said standing and brushing off the dust from my clothes. "I'm tired; I'm going to lie down for a while." "LAY DOWN?!? There's too much work to be done fo' you to just rest when yo wanna!" "Look, just cover for me for a while, I'll owe you, okay?" He grimaced before turning to leave, mumbling something under his breath. I made my way to the small building which we call home. It was the eighth summer Jimbo worked for the old man and Reginald has been here for the past six. Like me Juan was new here as this was only his second stint. All three live within ten miles of the farm and are considered locals. That made me feel more out of place and I hated the living arrangement in the small shack. It was built many years ago for storage and was converted into sleeping quarters for the workers about twenty years ago and was showing signs of neglect. It was about fifteen by twenty with a dirt floor and two sets of bunk beds along the back walls. Being the last one hired, I was left the worst bed with the thinnest mattress on a wobbly frame. Jimbo got the full-sized mattress under my bed and Reginald got the other lower bed. Even Juan's top bunk was much better than mine and no matter how much I begged; none would switch. After my encounter with her granddaughter under the tree, Melvin began treating me even worse and started keeping a closer eye on me, watching for any signs of trouble. It was pissing me off being scrutinized like that and more out of spite than anything, I began to get very friendly with Annabel. I knew she liked me as she displayed all the classic "puppy-love" signs. I was her first crush and felt flattered but wanted to really push the envelope, just to tick the old man off. I brought her daisies late one night to her bedroom window where we quietly talked just outside for an hour. I went slowly with her, saying all the right things, doing things to make her smile and doled out compliments until she blushed. Living in seclusion and not having any real social skills, she ate it up like candy. Before long we were playing footie's under the table and I even persuaded her to walk down to the river with me where I kissed her for the first time. Nothing dramatic, just a simple kiss but she thought it was the greatest thing in the world. "You're my girlfriend now," I informed her after the first kiss. "WHAT?!" she exclaimed loudly. "You're my girlfriend. Don't you want to be my girlfriend?" She was taken aback by question. "Annabel?" I asked after a moment of silence. I could tell she was considering the ramifications of our relationship. "I dunno, I ain't never had no boyfriend before." "Well you've got one now! I liked you a lot from the first time I met you and I know you liked me too, right?" She slowly nodded. "Now I can say that I love you `cause you're my girl," I added leaning over to kiss her again. She moved backward a bit, but I caught her, pulling her closer and kissed her passionately, tongue and all. She struggled for about thirty seconds before relenting, allowing me to kiss her untested mouth. I would have to teach her the proper way to kiss later, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy her soft, sweet lips for a moment. She was the first girl in months I'd been with and I didn't want to ruin the moment by correcting her amateurish technique. Stage one was completed and now it was time to drive a wedge between her and the old man. "Listen, I know it's your birthday in two days and I want to do something really special for you. I have a celebration planned so I need for you to meet me here, in "our place" tomorrow around eleven. I know your grandparents go to bed at ten so it shouldn't be a problem." She stared at me with concern for a while. "I dunno, Jake, it don't feel right to keep sneakin' out like that." "Baby Doll, you know I love you and want to spend as much time as I can with you, but your grandfather won't let me anywhere near you. This is the only way we can be together. You like being with me, right?" She nodded. "See, that wasn't so hard. I want to give you a very special gift but you have to meet me here tomorrow night. Promise?" Slowly she nodded again. I kissed her, putting my arm around her as she was shaking. It wasn't cold out she was just nervous about being with an older, more mature man and trying to come to terms with her budding sexuality. I'm sure no one ever sat down and explained to her the birds and the bees or what to expect as her body goes through `the change' so all the new emotions and hormones coursing through her was very confusing at the very least. What started out as some twisted plan to get even with her grandfather for treating me like shit, quickly became more as I got to know Annabel. Getting this close to her I discovered how truly naïve and innocent she really was. She was "in love" with me, as far as a girl of that age could be even though I knew she didn't fully understand what love was all about. I played into that. Without any competition from any boys her age, I didn't have to worry about losing her. The next morning Melvin sent Jimbo into town for a few supplies so I tagged along. I needed a few things for our special night and managed to buy them without him seeing. All bagged up, my plan was in place to turn young, innocent Annabel into a woman. She was late and I was beginning to wonder if she'd show up. It was 11:32 when she finally broke through the clearing by the river meekly approaching. I got up to meet her putting my arm around her waist as I guided her to the set up. An old army blanket was spread out with a large candle for mood. She was wearing a different dress, much newer than usual and her long brown hair was curled and cascading down around her back. The only time I ever saw her dressed up like this was on Sundays when they went to church. "You look beautiful!" I exclaimed noticing how her bright blue eyes glimmered in the moon light. Pulling her closer I gave her a hug, followed quickly with a kiss as I eased her onto the blanket. "Thank you for coming, I was getting worried." "I wanted to get gussied-up a little." "Well you sure did, Annabel, I don't think I've ever seen you look more beautiful than tonight!" She turned away slightly and even though I couldn't see it, I was sure she was blushing. I kissed her. "I have your present," I said pulling out the small, square box. "But it ain't my birthday yet." "It will be in twenty minutes and I just can't wait to give it to you!" I replied extending my hand farther. She took it, examining it as it if a snake would jump out at any moment. I don't think anyone ever gave her a present like this before. "What is it?" "Open it and you'll see." Slowly the top was removed and the silver-plated, cubic zirconia ring glistened in the dim light. "OH MY GOD, JAKE!" she exclaimed loudly as her hands began to shake. "It's a ring!" "I know that, silly," I said leaning over to kiss her again, slipping her my tongue. "This is to show my love for you. Do you like it?" "I *love* it!" she cried out hugging my neck. I sat quietly for several seconds as she rocked my head back and forth grasping it in a tight bear hug. Finally she backed away, her hands shaking as she examined it closer. The band was the smallest size they had but was still too big for her. I suggested she put some tape on the band to keep it on. "I can't wear this," she said disappointingly. "Paw Paw won't let me keep somethin' like this." "I know so it will have to be our secret, okay? Next time I'm in town I'll buy you a necklace so you can wear it around your neck, under your dress. That way he'll never see it," I added leaning over to kiss her passionately. She didn't resist and I attacked her mouth, shoving my tongue fully inside of her mouth and twisting our heads for better contact. "I have something else for you," I said reaching for the small bucket next to me before pulling out the frosted bottle. Puzzled she stared at it. "It's, Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill, the best money can buy. Have you tasted it before?" "Is it alcohol? I can't drink alcohol." "Sure you can, just a little won't hurt you. Lots of girls your age in other countries drink wine all the time so it's no big deal." "I better not; Paw-Paw will get mad." "Not if he doesn't know. It will be our secret, just like the ring," I said watching as her eyes glanced downward to the box. "Just a little to celebrate your birthday, okay?" She nodded and I smiled, unscrewing the cap. The only glasses I had I'd taken from her grandmother's kitchen and was large mugs. This worked better as it hid the Ecstasy I had crushed into the bottom of her cup. She was nervous as I poured her drink and she quickly gulped it down. I poured her another cup full before making some for myself. It wasn't long before the second one was gone as well. I tipped the bottle toward her cup but she pulled it away. "No more." "Come on, Annabel, just one more. I didn't get a chance to drink with you or to make a toast." Hesitantly she extended her cup and I poured her another cup full. I made a toast to us and to her birthday and watched a she slowly gulped the sweet wine. I had only taken a sip of mine and over half of the bottle was gone. Being only five foot one and weighing no more than eighty pounds, the alcohol was quick to affect her. I figured in fifteen or twenty minutes the E would kick in and she'd be putty in my hands. I lit a joint watching as her eyes became glossy from the wine. "Here, take a hit," I suggested extending the cigarette to her. I could tell she didn't want to and under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have, but with the wine and a little encouragement, she took it from me and brought it to her lips. Seconds later she was coughing her head off. I couldn't help but laugh. "I know a better way to smoke," I said taking it from her. Inhaling deeply, I filled my mouth with the smoke before placing my mouth over hers. Her throat and lungs were quickly filled as I exhaled hard into her mouth. As I backed away, I stared into her relaxed face for a while to make sure she was okay. I don't think she took a breath for almost a full minute but when she did, most of the smoke I had blown into her mouth was gone. Blinking hard a few times to clear her vision, she stared blankly at me, trying to focus but looking as if she was seeing through me. I moved closer, putting my arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. Her skin was sticky and cool to the touch. I kissed her ear and she hardly moved. "I want to make you a woman tonight," I whispered, sliding my tongue around her neck. She didn't flinch or respond. My hand crept along her arm until it reached the top of her dress. Without any words, I began touching her breasts. She recoiled but couldn't move with my arm still holding her tightly. "Jake, I don't feel so good," she groaned. "Shhhhh, it's okay, it's just all the excitement from tonight," I assured her, as I unbuttoned the top two buttons. Her hand went to mine. "Jake, please don't." "It's okay, Annabel, you're my girl, remember?" "I, um, it don't feel right to do that." "Annabel, I'm your boyfriend aren't I?" I asked. She slowly nodded. "And you want to make me happy, right?" Again she nodded. "It will make me very happy to touch you like this, okay?" She didn't move and struggled to keep her eyes opened and process what I said. I took that as a `yes' and unbuttoned the next one, slipping my hand into her top. God did she have soft breasts. They felt larger than I imagined as I'd only seen her in heavy dresses. Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra. Was that for my benefit? I squeezed and fondled her breasts, feeling her left nipple growing firm as it extended from the breast meat. Like a ball of play dough, I gently pinched and squeezed the small bud and smiled as I heard her gasp. The Ecstasy was starting to kick in, overwhelming her senses. Laying her back, I unfastened the remaining buttons before spreading the fabric like a curtain, exposing her soft, white skin all the way to her navel. Her eyes were shut as she lightly panted, her head turned to the side away from me. She was enjoying what I was doing but was ashamed by it. Bending forward, I devoured her kiwi-sized breasts, loving how her enlarged areola seemed to cover most of them, reminding me of a pink, snow capped mountain. One hand rubbed, pinched and squeezed the unoccupied tit while my mouth steadily worked on the other. For several minutes I alternated between them, slathering them with saliva. When my hand traveled lower, breaching the waist band of her long flowing dress, she reacted, reaching for my wayward arm. "Jake, please," she begged, looking at me for the first time since I laid her back. "Shhhhhhh, Baby Doll, don't worry, we'll go slow." "Don't , er, do... that," she requested, her speech slightly slurred. "I want to do something special for your birthday," I moaned kissing my way lower. She grunted, still grasping my wrist. Not hearing her demands to stop, I continued my path to where the `V" of the dress reached her pubic area. I wouldn't be able to reach the prize from this angle and quickly shifted my body to her legs. Like a plastic mannequin, she kept them tightly closed as I forcefully pried them open. She wasn't ready for what I was about to do but it didn't matter. She was drunk, high and the E was pushing her over the top. Flipping the bottom of her dress over her stomach, I grasped her dingy panties on either side and pulled. One last feeble attempt to stop me resulted in her hands being roughly pushed aside as the thin material ripped from her body. I only wanted to take them off but they were so worn, they couldn't hold up against my treatment. Moving the candle closer, I gazed at the smooth area, surprised by the lack of hair for someone her age. There were a few wisps of random strands just above her slit, but the remaining area was smooth and glistened in the dim light. She was beautiful down there and looked tight and inviting. Moving my face closer I breathed deeply, reveling in the addictive odors of her youthful sex. She was young and still had a fresh, tangy scent. Leaning forward, my tongue grazed the smooth, plump crevice, causing her to shudder slightly. Pushing harder, I found the small lump at the top of her slit and concentrated my efforts there. In her drug induced stupor, she groaned before making garbled sounds like an injured puppy while her hands and legs seemed to jerk uncontrollably. "Jake..." she gasped as I doubled my efforts, working her tender clit like a dog on a bone. Curious my finger found its way to her taut opening and pushed slightly against it. She was as tight as a drum and still very dry. Drooling, I moistened the area as the tip of my finger wormed in. No more than the length of my finger nail I reached her hymen. She was a virgin and I had a brief moment of remorse for taking advantage of her like this, but the feeling didn't last long. Not wanting to upset her, I eased off with my finger and worked harder on her clitoris. Her hands went to my head originally to push me away, but after a few minutes, her fingers were digging into my scalp and pulling my hair. She began panting, her hips swiveled and the murmuring grew louder. With one loud shriek, her ass flew from the blanket and like a drop of water on a dry, hot pan began to bounce uncontrollably. Her fingers pulled on my hair with such intensity that it felt as if she yanked half of my hair out. The ear-piercing shrill echoed as the power of her orgasm overcame her and her legs slammed shut, trapping my head in a vise-like grip. I'd eaten a lot of pussy in my time, but none of the women ever reacted that strongly to me. I couldn't help but wonder if this was her first orgasm and if it was from what I had done or if the combination of the drugs and wine aided in her crescendo. Time seemed to drag on until her legs slowly loosened their grip and I was able to pull free, gasping for my first deep breath in minutes. She lie motionless, only her stomach, glistening in the dim moonlight, rose and fell as she panted in short, shallow breaths. Slowly I moved along her lithe young body, finding her opened mouth and slipped my tongue inside. She didn't respond as I began kissing her, searching for her tongue with mine. It wasn't until my hand went to her budding breasts that she responded, pushing at my side. "Jake, don't," she moaned. "Its okay, Baby Doll, just relax. I'll make you feel really good," I whispered wedging my thighs between her parted legs. I was rock hard and wanted so badly to fuck her. With our faces aligned, my crotch was below her allowing only the tip of my cock to push against her tender cleft. We both sighed as the underside of my cock head brushed against her clit. She was dry making it impossible to penetrate her without some assistance. Kissing her neck, I moved lower finding her perky nipple as I reached for the bottle of baby oil. She gasped as my teeth scraped slightly against the protruding gland. "Sorry," I mumbled, my mouth still focusing on her breast. Over the past five years I'd fucked several high school and college sluts but none had such taunt, succulent tits as these. Still growing, they were high on her chest and very firm, just as titties should be. No sign of sagging and in the dim light they seem symmetrical. Raising my head I had to smile as the size and shape matched the tiny tea cups my grandmother used to serve her guests at parties. After spending a few minutes nursing on each nipple, I kissed my way lower, finding her navel and French kissing it until it was glazed like a mini donut. Her hands went to the back of my head as I reached the sparse outcrop of pubic hair. "Jake," she breathily muttered. "Shhhh, relax and let me take good care of you." She tensed the moment my lips reached her tight slit, giving a deep sigh. Although it must have felt strange to her, she obviously enjoyed the sensation as she no longer resisted. My tongue assaulted her clitoris with a vengeance as her moans and sighs soon were drowning out the night sounds. While my mouth worked feverishly on her pussy, my hands were steadily working to get the inner seal off from the bottle of oil. I'll have to remember to do that first next time. Giving on long moan as my tongue slipped into her hole, touching the obstacle which would soon be removed. She jumped with a start. The opening was so tense that my tongue was tightly squeezed to enter and I wondered how I would get my fat, eight-inch cock into such a small hole. I was fifteen the first time I had sex with my then fourteen-year-old girlfriend and like Annabel, she was a virgin. Up until tonight she had been the tightest snatch I'd ever fucked but my newest conquest beats her by a mile. Coating a finger with baby oil, I begin applying the slippery liquid all around, focusing on her clit which made her twitch several times. I was sure that I brought her off earlier although I couldn't be certain. The E was starting to affect her as her eyes were wide open, she was fidgeting and she was sweating profusely. She tried to sit up but I pushed her back onto the blanket. "I'm not done yet," I said kissing her to gain her compliance. Her arms went around my neck. "Jake, I don't feel too good," she whispered. "I know, Sweet Cheeks, just relax and let ole Jake take care of you," I groaned pouring a heaping handful of baby oil into the palm of my hand. Once I saturated my cock with it, I'd rub the rest onto her little pussy. Sliding along her moist body I directed the tip of my cock to her puffy slit. A few swipes of it up and down sent chills along my spin as I located the small prize. It slipped away several times until I was finally able to squeeze the very end inside. She tensed, clutching my forearms. She was young, small and had the pussy of a ten-year-old girl as I forced more of my cock head into her, reaching her maidenhead. She began thrashing around, attempting to dislodge the invader only to be held tightly. "Jake, it hurts," she informed me as my cock head seemed to be bending against the barrier. "Take it out...please!" "Just relax, Annabel and it will all be over with in just a minute. It only hurts the first time," I grunted, feeling her cheek pressed against my chest. Mustering as much strength as I could, I slammed forward, tearing through her hymen as if it was made of paper. The ear-piercing screech which immediately followed stunned me enough to stop my intrusion to focus on shutting her up. Even though we were far from anyone, the way the forest echoes you can never be sure who might hear. My hand covered her mouth until she stopped screaming and calmed a little. My cock was still wedged several inches inside of her and her pussy spasms were beginning to lessen. Slowly I removed my hand, watching as she stared up at me with wide eyes. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked craning my neck to kiss her. She remained unresponsive as my tongue slipped easily into her mouth, signaling her compliance with making love to me. She was so tight that I could hardly move and it was painful for me. Not much more than five or six inches could fit as I was touching her back wall. My cock twisted back and forth like the drum of a washing machine with every stroke. Going without sex for so long then having my cock embedded into a fist-tight pussy was too much to last for very long. Hardly five minutes into our love making my body tensed as wave after wave of cum poured into her. I didn't care that I wasn't wearing a condom as by the time she realizes she's pregnant, I'll be long gone. She'll just be a cum dump for me, draining my balls for the rest of the summer whenever I wanted. After I'm gone, I didn't care what she did. It was a good cum and my body shivered for over a minute afterward. To make it even better is that I finally got back at that old asshole for making my life a living hell. He knew how much I needed this job and used that to treat me like shit. That and he has some preconceived notion about "city slickers" and attempted to put me down because of it. I smiled. I guess I just put him down by polluting his precious little granddaughter with my cum. I rolled over panting. It took a while before I noticed Annabel had turned away from me and was on her side, legs pulled to her chest with her hands between her legs. She was softly moaning and her body shook from crying. Even in the low light I could see the blood smeared along the crack of her ass and a large dark spot on the blanket where she had been. It was time for damage control. "Annabel, Honey, are you okay?" I asked moving closer. In the heat of the moment I didn't consider the ramifications of my actions but now that my head was clear, it dawned on me that I could be in deep shit. The age of consent in Missouri is fourteen which makes this a felony. Not to mention if she tells her grandfather the crazy old fucker is likely to hunt me down like an animal and blow my balls off. I moved closer, nuzzling against her. She shifted, putting some distance between us. "Leave me alone," she mumbled sniveling. "Come on, Annabel, I did that for us. I wanted to make your birthday special and show you how much I love you." "YOU HURT ME!" she shouted still not facing me. "I'm sorry, but I had to do it like that. Think of it this way, when you're removing a band aid, you want to pull it off quickly to minimize the pain. That's what I did to minimize the pain. Trust me it would have been a lot worse if I went slowly." She didn't respond. Moving her damp hair from her shoulder I kissed her neck, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. "Don't be like this," I whispered. "I told you to stop but you didn't." "I know, I'm sorry but I just couldn't help myself. I love you so much and I only wanted to be as close to you as I could. Being inside of you is as close to your heart as I can get. I did it to show you my love. You love me too, don't you?" She didn't answer. "If you love me then you'd want this just as much as I do because it joins us together forever. You're my soul mate now, Annabel, and nothing can take that away from us." I waited a couple of minutes but she didn't move. "Do you love me?" I finally asked. She grunted something that was inaudible. "What did you say, Baby Doll? I didn't hear you," I said using my softest voice. "I don't know," she said louder. "That's not what you said earlier. You told me you loved me." "You hurt me." "I already explained that, Annabel. It only hurts the first time after that, you'll enjoy it, I promise. Now I'll ask you again, do you love me?" It took a while but she finally nodded. "If you love me you'll want me to be happy, right?" She slowly nodded. "Making love to you makes me very happy, Annabel. It makes me the happiest man in the world and I know you want me to be happy, right?" She nodded and my cock swelled. I kissed her neck again. "Turn over, I want to see your beautiful face," I said tugging at her shoulder. Slowly she rolled onto her back, grimacing as her legs flopped open. She wasn't so beautiful now. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and she looked very tired. I reached for her pussy but the second she felt my hand near, her legs slammed shut faster than a trap door. "I'm still sore there." "I won't hurt you; I just want to make sure you're okay." "I don't want you to look at me there. Not right now." "Well you know, Baby Doll, that I've got needs," I said lowering my mouth to her nipple. "Usually I can cum three or four times in one night but with a hottie like you, I might be able to double that," I informed her with a smile. "No more, please Jake, I'm too sore." "Okay, fair enough," I said pouring my glass of wine over my cock and wiping it with the corner of the blanket. "There's other ways you can make me happy," I added getting on my knees. My cock was rock hard and pointing at a 45 degree angle. "Wh...what do you mean?" she asked staring at my swaying manhood. "You know how I made you feel good with my mouth?" she nodded, her eyes still focused on my cock. "You can do the same to me." "WHAT?!?! Jake that's gross!" "You didn't say that when I was licking your hole earlier were you? You know it felt great and I want you to do the same to me. Just lick it like an ice cream cone." "It's dirty." "I washed it," I replied shaking it at her. "Just lick it for a while and you can stop. I just want to feel you soft, wet tongue on me." "Jake don't make me do that, please." "I won't make you do anything, Baby Doll. I want you to *want* to do it to make me happy. You want me to be happy don't you?" She stared at my swollen cock as if expecting it to dance or something. "Come on, Annabel; just hold it in your hand for a while. Just to feel how much I love you. You can feel my heart beating through it, see?" I said bring her delicate fingers to it. "By feeling my heart you know that I love you, right? Now move your hand back and forth," I instructed watching as she clumsily pulled at my shaft as if it were a cow's teat. "No, no, not like that, like this," I added placing my hand over hers. In unison we jerked my cock off, her dainty little fingers unable to fully wrap fully around my thickness. I was still amazed that I could fit my cock into her like I did. After a while I let go, allowing her to finish the job without assistance. It felt great and I struggled to keep from blowing my load. "Now lick it," I said leaning closer, bumping the tip against her chin. Her eyes went cross as she tried looking at it. "Come on, Annabel, stick your tongue out, I'll rub it against it." Slowly she did as I instructed. After about thirty seconds the first drop of precum reached her tongue but she didn't make a move to stop me. "I want you to put it inside of your mouth for a while." She shook her head but I wasn't taking no for an answer. Applying more pressure, the tip was forced between her lips and scraped against her teeth. "Watch your teeth!" I snapped tweaking her closest nipple. She yelped, opening her mouth wider and giving me more space to enter. She gagged as the tip touched the very back of her throat. "Sorry," I mumbled disingenuously. What I really wanted to do was ram the damned thing down her throat and blast a thick load of cum right into her windpipe, but I knew better. I can't rush her too much right now. "Suck," I said brushing her wet hair away from her eyes. I could tell she had never done that before as it was awkward and clumsy. "Jerk me off like you were doing," I added placing her hand on the part not inside of her mouth. She sucked and stroked a few times before I reached for her free hand. "Play with my balls, I'm close," I warned her as I felt the precum leaking from me like a sieve. "I'm gunna cum," I added seconds later. Like a dumb little slut she pulled my cock out and swallowed hard. "What do you mean?" "Huh?" I asked baffled that she didn't know what `cum' was. "I'm about to cum so be ready. I want you to swallow it all, don't lose any, okay?" I was so close I almost painted her face but I held out. I wanted this load inside of her mouth. "What is cum?" she asked innocently. "Just fuckin' put my cock back inside your mouth and you'll find out!" I yelled unable to hold out any longer. The crown just cleared her front teeth when the first wad shot out like a cannon, blasting to the back of her throat. She choked and gagged, trying to turn her head to dislodge my rapidly firing cock. I held her head steadfastly, not allowing her to move one inch to either side as multiple jerks sent an unusually large amount of cum into her mouth. She struggled with the mass of goo resting at the opening of her throat and it looked as if she was about to throw up. I did the only thing I could think of and pulled my cock away, covering her mouth with my hand. "SWALLOW IT!" I commanded watching as her eyes bulged and her cheeks puffed out. It took four good gulps to dislodge the mucus but she finally freed her throat from my slime. As soon as I pulled my hand away, she went into a fit of coughing, turning to the side as she panted for air. Several times I thought she'd lose it and hurl all over the blanket. "Are you okay?" I asked rubbing her back. She continued coughing but astonishingly didn't toss her cookies. After about two minutes she fell onto her back, staring skyward. "I'm proud of you," I said moving to kiss her but only got her cheek as she turned her head. "What's with that? I thought you loved me." She was silent. "If you love me then you love every part of me, just like I love every part of you." "I want to go home," she said sitting up, still not making eye contact with me. I had her won back earlier but this may have blown it. I smiled at my pun but quickly changed my grin to a look of concern when she finally looked my way. "Annabel, let's talk about this, okay?" "I'm going home!" she stated quickly pulling her clothes on. No matter what I said or did, she wouldn't respond to me and I soon found myself chasing after her as she marched toward the trees. "Will you wait a minute?" I called out feeling the rough ground under my feet. I stopped when I realized that I was still butt naked following behind her. I needed my clothes but didn't want her to make it home before I could talk to her. Letting out a bellow of frustration, I stormed back to the river to gather my things. Tonight was great but it didn't work out exactly the way I planned. I had a restless night, tossing and turning not sure what to expect in the morning. I figured I'd open my eyes to a double-barrel shot gun pointed right between my eyes. Or worse, being run over by his John Deere and tilled into fertilizer for next years crops. My plans to have the little slut milking my balls throughout the summer seemed to come to a crashing halt with possible dire consequences. I finally fell asleep sometime around 4 am debating on rather to make a run for it in the morning or not. ~~ end of chapter 1 ~~ wetfly6969@aol.com to be continued...