The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 2 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 <--- **************************************** "Git up, man!" someone yelled shaking my body. It startled me, causing me to jump and I nearly fell out of bed. Jimbo moved away and the others got a good laugh out of it. "Don't be late for breakfast," he warned sitting on his bed to tie his shoes. "What time is it? "Six-thirty so yous best be hurryin'," "Yea, yea, I hear you." I watched as the others dressed and left, making my way slowly to the main house around seven. I knew I'd be late as breakfast was always on the table by then. I just wasn't sure of what to expect and actually packed a duffel bag of my things just in case I needed to make a run for it. Everyone had already started eating when I walked in and all eyes turned to me as the screen door closed a little too loudly. "Sorry," I mumbled knowing how the old man felt about people slamming the door. I took my usual place at the table and noticed the little slut wasn't sitting across from me. "Where's Annabel?" "Up in `er room," Rebecca said scooping a fork full of scrambled eggs into her mouth. "Don't feel too good. Gotta tummy ache," she sputtered while chewing her food. The manners of country people leave a lot to be desired. "Will she be alright?" I asked genuinely concerned. I guess I was more concerned about anyone finding out why she was sick than her actually being ill. "She'll be fine," the old man spat sawing on a piece of ham as if it was leather. I didn't have much of an appetite and picked at my food. At seven-thirty, the old man gave the order to head out and everyone got up together to head for the fields. She wasn't there for lunch and throughout the day I didn't see her which made me worried. Any minute I expected the hammer to fall and I'd be up shits creek. At dinner I asked about her again and the old man went off. "What's with you, boy? Why you keep askin' `bout Annabel?" he ask glaring at me. "I'm just worried about her, that's all." "She ain't none of your business so just forget `bout askin'!" "Sorry." Her birthday came in went without much fanfare. Rebecca baked a cake and we each had a piece. Her grandmother commented that later she would take a piece to Annabel `if she felt up to eating'. I was surprised by their lack of celebration on their only granddaughter's thirteenth birthday, but who was I to judge. Later that night I went to her window, tapping on it with a quarter until she opened the curtains. Smiling I held out the yellow daisies and motioned for her to unlock the window. She shook her head but I wasn't taking no for an answer and insisted. Hesitantly she opened it. "I heard you were sick so I brought these for you," I said extending the flowers toward her. She took them; her bright eyes were down turned, and her face stoic. "Are you feeling better?" She nodded, still not making eye contact. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened last night," I started, lifting her face with my finger to her chin. "I never meant to hurt you. You know that, right?" She didn't move and kept her eyes focused away from me. She couldn't even look me in the face. "God I really missed you today," I added leaning into her room to kiss her. She backed away. "Please Annabel, don't be like that. You're killing me inside. I didn't really do anything wrong, I was just trying to show you how much I love you." She frowned so I reached for her, pulling her closer. "Come and sit outside with me so we can talk." Her head shook so hard I thought it would tear off of her neck. "Please." After about a minute of begging she finally relented and gingerly slipped through her window. I could tell by her movements that her pussy must still be tender. "We ain't gunna do nothin' right?" she meekly inquired. Years of being under her overbearing and dominate grandfather's thumb made her very submissive. "Of course not, Baby Doll, I don't want to do anything that would hurt you. I just want to talk." "What about?" "Us. You're a very special girl, Annabel and I don't want to lose you. I'm very sorry that you were hurt last night and I promise it won't happen again, okay?" "You mean you don't wanna have sex no more?" "That's not what I said I said that I wouldn't hurt you again. Next time we'll take it nice and slow and enjoy ourselves. Besides once you're opened up, it's a lot easier the next time we make love," I said smiling. "And the next and the next and the next." "I dunno, Jake, I'm still sore down there and it burns when I pee." "That will go away, I promise. Next time you'll feel wonderful!" I shouted almost too loudly. We both looked toward her window before bursting out with laughter. It eased my mind that she was able to laugh. Not because she felt better but because that meant that she may not tell on me. There's hope yet to continue with my plans to use her for my personal cock pocket for the next two months. We talked for twenty minutes and held hands and she allowed me to kiss her good night. It wasn't a wimpy kiss and I must have drooled a cup of saliva into her mouth. I knew better than to touch her pussy as it would set her off but it was open season on her tiny titties. I reassured her that since she was my girlfriend it was okay for me to touch her there. I placed her hand on my crotch while we kissed but she quickly moved it away. I'll correct that later. I didn't try anything more with her and helped her back into her window, promising to see her in the morning. At seven o'clock the four of us entered the dinning room for breakfast and our eyes locked. I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders as she smiled at me. I returned the smile before giving a quick glance to the old man. He was busy shoveling food into him mouth like a feral animal. Damn, why even bother using a fork? Sitting across from Annabel I began eating, glancing her way whenever I could. After a few minutes I extended my leg and brushed my foot against her knee. She smiled and repeated the gesture. My cock swelled at the thought that I had her right where I wanted her. At seven-thirty the old man stood, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and finished the cup of coffee. "Let's git," was all he said walking away. We followed suit, each scurrying behind him like ducklings as we made our way outside. He runs his farm like boot camp and demands servitude and obedience, which for now I will give him but soon enough I will tell the old man where he can shove it. Annabel had already started clearing the table while Rebecca headed for the kitchen with the platter of various leftovers. I blew her a kiss and she blushed. Still the same innocent little farm girl I met a few weeks ago. Four hours later we were heading back to the house for lunch and I noticed Annabel heading into the barn. Some of her responsibilities are to care for the small animals, brush the horses, milk the cows, feed the chickens and general clean-up. To an outsider it would look as if she was a slave but she didn't seem to mind. It was all she ever knew. I excused myself from the group citing that I needed to get something from our "cabin". As the others continued to the house, I went to see her. "God I've missed you," I said sneaking up behind her. She squealed as I grabbed her around the waist. "JAKE!" she shrieked, "Someone might see you!" I think she was more concerned about her grandfather finding out that I was. "Relax, everyone's in the house. Now give me a kiss," I said stooping over. She didn't move so I got closer, pressing my lips to hers. My hand went to her blouse and began fumbling with the buttons. "JAKE! What are you doing?" "I just want to touch you, Baby Doll. I miss seeing you and being with you." "We can't here! Besides I gotta get some fresh milk for Grammy," she said setting a short stool next to a brown and white cow. I watched as she reached for the utters under the fat animal and began pulling and squeezing the teats. Milk began shooting into the metal pail with each stroke of her hands. My cock grew harder thinking how good that would feel. Giving a quick glance to the door, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and moved closer. "What are you doing?" she asked as I bumped the bloated head against her cheek. She moved away, crossing her eyes as it came into focus. "Give it a little suck, Annabel." "Jake, I can't! Someone might come in looking for us." "I'll be quick, I promise. I just need a little relief." "No, Jake, I can't. I gotta finish this." "I'm not stopping you. Keep milking the cow with your hands and milk me with your mouth." She didn't say anything as I waved it back and forth in front of her. "Come on Annabel, before someone comes looking for us." The look of hesitation was pronounced. "It's not like you haven't done it before and besides, you're my girl, remember?" She didn't move so I helped her, getting my hand behind her neck and pulling her face closer. The tip was moist with precum as it brushed against her lips, leaving a large dollop connecting us. "Open you mouth." Slowly she complied, parting them a few inches, just enough to allow me to push the head in. "Now suck." Seconds after my request she did, hollowing her cheeks as another inch was pulled inside. I sucked in a gasp of air through my nose as the sensation shot straight to my brain. Holding her head with one hand, I began jerking the few inches not inside of her mouth and thrusting my hips back and forth. She sat there like a toad while I used her mouth to masturbate and forgot all about milking the cow. I reminded her to finish and grinned as her hands went to work on the mini-cocks hanging under the bloated animal. True to my word it didn't take me long. I hadn't cum since the last time a couple of nights ago and watching her pulling on the two fleshy tubes then watching the white streams of liquid shooting from them was enough to send me over and soon my thick molten juice was filling her mouth faster than the cow's milk in the bucket. She choked on the first volley but soon was gulping it down like a seasoned whore. Drained, I zipped up and bend over to kiss her. I could taste my cum and smiled thinking that I'd better get used to that taste as this won't be the first time I'll have to kiss her afterward. "Don't be too long," I said walking away. "Oh, and meet me at our spot tonight at eleven," I added not giving her a chance to respond. I hurried to the house, reaching the porch just as Rebecca opened the door. "Have you seen Annabel?" she asked scanning the yard for her granddaughter. "Uh, no, I had to get something from the my room and I haven't seen her." "She's `posed to be getting' milk but it don't take that long," she said before yelling out Annabel's name. Stepping from the porch onto the ground she called for her again before the barn door flew open and my little cum-dumpster emerged. "Sorry Grammy," she shouted back, rushing to meet her. I watched as she held the metal bucket tightly to keep from dropping it. "What took so long?" she yelled out as the girl approached. "You're keepin' everyone waitin'." "Sorry, Grammy," she mumbled as she rushed passed her, still sprinting toward the house. We didn't make eye contact as she brushed against me in her haste. "I don't know what's gotten into that girl lately, she's been slaking off and been actin' funny," she commented giving me pregnant stare. I shrugged my shoulder and held the door open as she entered the house. Sitting across from her I kept stealing glances and felt my heart skip a beat when I noticed the clotty droplet on her blouse, perched just above her left tit like melted vanilla ice cream. SHIT! She had a wad of my cum on her shirt and if her grandparents realized what it was... I'd be screwed! Throughout lunch I kept looking at the droplet willing it to soak in faster. By the time we finished eating it had faded into a wet spot and could have been confused with anything. I sighed audibly. "Time to git back to work," the old man announced rising, dragging his chair along the hardwood floor. The four of us followed, me being the slowest to stand. Once outside Melvin took me by the sleeve and pulled me closer. "You stay away from her, you hear me?" "Who?" I asked innocently. "You know who, ya darn fool! I seen ya staring at her throughout lunch. If I so much as see you talkin' to `er, I swear to God you'll be sorry! Understand me, boy?" I nodded watching as he walked to the tractor. My jaws clenched but I kept my temper. "This will all be over with in a couple of months and I'll still have my fun with the little tramp," I muttered under my breath. Throughout the rest of the day visions of my cum on the front of her shirt kept me hard and wanting her. The best part of it was no body noticed but me and she had my stuff on her for hours. I loved it. I was at "our place" just before eleven and waited, not even sure she would show up. I had a feeling she would as she was still obsessed with me, or at least I thought so. Twenty minutes later she emerged through the trees meekly approaching. I stood to meet her. "I'm soooo glad you came, Annabel," I said hugging her before giving her a peck on the lips. "Why are you late?" "I wasn't sure I wanted to meet you." "WHAT?!? What in the hell are you talking about? You're my girlfriend and I love you so much and all I want to do spend as much time as I can with you. Is that wrong?" "No, but all we ever do is, uh, do sex stuff when we're together." "What's wrong with that? You're my girl and I'm showing you how much I love you. Because of your grandfather we don't have a lot of time to be together so we need to make the most of it while we're together. Making love brings us closer than anything else can and when I'm inside of you, I feel better than I ever have in my whole life!" "Really? You mean that?" "Of course, Annabel, I wouldn't lie to you and I hope you feel the same way. Instead of showing up here late and complaining about being together, you should be excited about spending time together and throw yourself into my arms and not be like that. You hurt me by what you said, Annabel." "I'm sorry, Jake, but I thought, uh, well, I just don't wanna only do sex stuff when we're together. I don't want it to hurt when you put your, um, thingy inside me." "Baby Doll, I told you it will get easier the more we do it and it's an expression of our love. You love me right?" "Yes, I done told you that before." "Then what's the problem? I love you and you love me and we're expressing our love by making love just like everyone else who is in love. You understand that, right?" "I guess so," she whispered staring at the ground. "Come on; let's sit on the blanket by the fire to keep warm. You look like you're shivering," I said putting my arm around her shoulder. Wrapping the end of the blanket around us, I took her hand, holding it on my lap. It wasn't long before she felt my erection as I slowly rubbed the back of her hand back and forth over it. She didn't speak and kept her hand on my cock. "I have something for you," I said reaching into my pocket. Her eyes lit up as I pulled out the sterling silver chain. "This is so you can wear the ring I gave you," I added unhooking the clasp. Reaching around her neck, I draped it over and had her move her hair out of the way. "I can't believe you gave me something so nice," she muttered holding the end of the chain out to see it. I smiled, kissing her temple. The ring and chain cost less than twenty dollars at the Trading Post in town but she didn't need to know that. Besides, I already more than got my money's worth out of it. Taking her hand I kissed it before returning it to my lap. When I took out a joint, she gave me a slight frown as she didn't have a good experience with the first one. I fired it up, took a deep drag and handed it to her. She stared at it for the longest time. "Take a hit, it won't hurt you. In fact it will help you relax." Putting it to her lips, she took a soft puff, hardly enough to light the end. "Not like that, like this," I said taking it from her and sucking so hard about a quarter of it burned away. "Your turn now," I said handing it back to her. She did better, coughing slightly from the smoke but it was not like I wanted. "Let's do a shotgun," I said taking it from her. Curious she watched as I placed the lit end into my mouth and moved closer to her, brushing the butt against her lips. She didn't move so I pressed it hard, forcing it in slightly. She got the hint and accepted it, unprepared for what I was about to do. Blowing as hard as I could, smoke filled her mouth, causing her to jerk backward, choking and coughing. I smiled as she fought to catch her breath. I finished the bud as she slowly calmed down. Pulling her closer, I placed her hand on my crotch. "Take it out, Baby Girl," I moaned rubbing her fingers along my shaft. Sitting side by side our size difference was very pronounced. The top of her head hardly reached my chest as I laid back to make it easier for her to undo my fly. The button was a little harder but she managed to get it opened before sliding her hand into the front to grasp my manhood. Her delicate fingers were cool against my hot, hard cock and a sigh escaped my throat. "Suck it," I said putting my hand on the back of her head to push it closer. Although better, her oral skills left a lot to be desired and I'd have to work on that more but right now, I had another thing in mind. Sitting, I shifted her to face me as I unbuttoned her blouse. She started to say something but stopped when I scowled at her. Her supple breasts were hardly a palmful as I massaged and groped them like play dough. After a few tweaks, her nipples hardened but I wasn't sure if it was from what I was doing or the cool night air. Her skirt and panties came off next before I playfully pushed her onto her back. Staring up at me with the innocent eyes of an adolescent child, I positioned myself on top of her, wedging myself between her legs. The baby oil was close by and I grinned as she turned her head once the flip-top lid snapped open. Even though she was still unsure about having sex, she was willing to put out because we were in "love". For me it was purely physical and as soon as this shit-hole job is done, I'm out of here. She grunted as the bulbous tip of my cock pressed against the soft skin leading into her woman hood. Her body tensed as the crown punched its way inside. I felt her hands squeezing my wrists as more of my cock entered. "Relax Annabel, it will go in much easier if you do." "It hurts, Jake. Please go slow." "I will, Baby Doll, you know I'll never mean to hurt you, right?" She gave a half smile as I jabbed a little more into her. I really couldn't care less if fucking her hurt or not, I just wanted to get a nut off and since she's willing, I'm going for it. I wanted to see how many times I could cum inside of her before I couldn't get it up but knew not to push her, not yet. The most number of times I've been able to cum in one night was seven. By the end of the week I planned on breaking that record. My speed and intensity gradually increased until I was thrusting in and out of her with full power. Her head was slightly turned, her mouth parted and her eyes tightly shut. Grunts filled the night with each forward push, nearly knocking the breath out of her each time. Her pussy was yielding, warm and so tight that I couldn't hold out for long and quickly flooded her immature pussy with my man juice. Aside from the steady rocking she hardly moved for the full six minutes I fucked her. After cumming I remained on top of her as the tightness seemed to pinch the blood supply keeping me hard. I didn't want to pull out even after she begged me to. Five minutes later I slowly began moving my hips, much to her dismay as I was ready to fuck again. I knew she was sore and went easier on her the second time, not wanting to ruin my chances to fuck her in the future. If I hurt her too much, she would think twice before allowing me again. This time I lasted longer and took my time with her, hoping maybe somehow she could get some pleasure as well. After my second load, I rolled over, panting as I freed her for the first time in more than twenty minutes. She gasped as the night air rushed into the vacated hole. Wanting to keep that "closeness", I snuggled against her, holding her clammy body. "I love you," I whispered, kissing her ear. She didn't respond and stared blankly into the starry sky. "Aren't you going to tell me the same?" No response. "Annabel?" "I wanna go home," she blurted out from no where." "What in the fuck are you talking about!?! Don't start this shit again, Annabel!"" "I wanna go home," she repeated. I sat up, glaring down at her. "What the hell is this all about?" I barked, startling myself in the process. "Answer me!" She was quiet for several long seconds. "I'm ready to go home." "You'll go home when I tell you to go home, Annabel, got that? You're my girl and you do what I tell you! Understand?" She turned to face me. "Why are you mad?" "Because you're acting like a little baby. You're my girlfriend and you need to start acting like it and not some little spoiled kid. You're a grown woman now, Annabel!" She turned her body away from me, setting me off even more. Grabbing her shoulder, I pulled her onto her back. "NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!" I screamed. "What?" "Turn away from me! What in the fuck is wrong with you anyway? You're pretending that you don't want to be with me. Is that true? You don't love me or want me? Is that it?" "I dunno," she mumbled. "Well you need to decide real fast if you love me or not! I'm not hanging around you if you're acting like this!" "Jake, please don't be mad at me," she said as the tears welled up in her eyes. "What in the fuck do you expect? You start acting like this and expect me NOT to be mad?" I love you, Annabel and I'm proving my love to you. What are you doing to prove yours?" She started sobbing. The little bitch started crying her heart out like a child left on the first day of school. I let her sob for a while before taking her hand. "Okay, Annabel, I'm not mad any more because I know you really do love me and you want to show me your love, right?" Her crying waned and I dried her eyes with her blouse. "Are you willing to show me how much you love me?" She took a couple of deep breaths before pulling herself onto her elbows. "What do I have to do?" "Exactly what you've been doing, just without all the drama." "What does that mean?" "It means I want you to be more willing and cooperative when we make love. There's no need for you to act like that and upset me, got it?" Slowly she nodded. "Can we not do it any more tonight?" I smiled at her request. In a few days I will ignore her wish and bang the fuck out of her, but for now I'm not willing to give up my gravy train for one more nut. "You can suck me off," I informed her squeezing my rapidly inflating cock. Her eyes drifted between my legs and she unconsciously sighed. Flopping onto my back, I pulled her hand closer, getting her fingers around my cock. For the longest time she sucked me and grew weary, almost giving up until it happened. Quickly she tried to gulp down my third ejaculate of the night, struggling to keep from losing any. I warned her about it and for the most part she complied. Even though I wanted to fuck her once more, I didn't push it and held her in my arms until we fell asleep. When I finally awakened, the morning light was just enough to see and I panicked. The old man gets up at 5 o'clock everyday and I could tell it was about that. Shaking her awake, we both ran like idiots to the house, splitting up as we approached the field just in case the old buzzard was outside. I made it to our room just as the others were crawling out of bed. I was sweating and panting, gasping for air as the half-mile run took everything out of me. Sliding along the wall to the floor, I stared up at the three of them looking at me. "What happened to you?" Jimbo asked pulling on the same old dirty pair of pants he'd wore since I got there. "I went out to pee and, uh, something chased me." "Somethin' chased you?" Reginald asked. "Yea, a big cat, like a puma or something." "There ain't no pumas `round here," Juan informed me. "Well I'm not sure exactly what it was, just a big cat." "We'd better tell Senior Johnson," Juan said turning to the other two. "I think I scared it off, there's no need to report this," I urged, pulling myself up. That was too close for comfort and I needed to make sure we don't make that mistake again. Glancing outside, I wondered if Annabel made it to her bedroom without incident. I avoided eye contact with her and watched the old peripherally as he stared my way throughout breakfast. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me look at her and bust my chops over it later. The one time I did look at her she was busy moving potato wedges around her plate. After breakfast we followed the old man outside as usual. "Come with me," he told me diverting his stride toward the barn. "I'll meet you in the field," he told the others. "What's going on?" "Time for you to shovel shit, boy," he said snickering. He really enjoyed assigning me those tasks and anything disgusting or degrading he made sure I was told to do it. Every other day one of us needed to clean the stalls and since I got here, it's been my responsibility. That and purging the outhouse, digging ditches, fence posts and any other demeaning work the bastard can think of. I smiled jerking the shovel from his clutches as I pretended it didn't bother me. Mumbling under my breath I promised myself later his skanky granddaughter would pay for my humiliation. It took about an hour before I had the second wheel-barrel filled with cow and horse shit and wheeled it out to the pile to be used for fertilizer. I began hosing down the stalls and hauled a bale of hay to disperse between them. Heading for the water pump to wash up I caught a glimpse of Annabel slipping into the chicken coop. I grinned. Time for some payback. Although the coop wasn't large, it was tall enough for me to almost stand upright. She jumped as the door behind me slammed shut. "JAKE!" she exclaimed turning around to see me. "What are you doing in here?" "I came to see you," I said pulling her closer for a kiss. My mouth covered hers as she struggled to break free. "Someone might see us!" she sputtered, wiping my spittle from her mouth. "Relax, Baby Doll, the guys are in the field with your grandfather and your grandmother is preparing lunch. We won't get caught," I whispered smothering her mouth with mine. "I can't wait to feel you again," I added breaking our embrace. "Jake, I'm still sore." "Annabel, we've been over this. You're my girl and you're supposed to make me happy. You want me to be happy, right?" She thought for a while before nodding. "Then don't give me grief," I said pushing her onto one of the ledges, knocking a hen out of a nest. I kissed her, returning my fingers to her blouse and unbuttoned them as quickly as I could. I didn't want to take the chance that the old man would come looking for me. As I undid the last button, I saw the fake ring dangling around her neck on the cheap necklace I gave her last night. The little slut didn't waste any time putting it on. The coop reeked and I fought to breathe but I had something more important to tend to. Reaching under her skirt, I tugged at her panties, freeing the threadbare garment. "Jake..." she started to say something but changed her mind. That was good enough for me. Struggling to get my cock free, I stepped closer, wedging it between her legs. "Please don't hurt me." "Baby Doll you know I'll never do that. I just want to give you some lovin', that's all." "Please be gent..." the air was knocked out of her as I plunged deeply inside. The shrill was so loud that it startled the chickens, causing them to make noise as they ran around the coop. I knew it was probably hurting her but I had more important things to worry about, like cumming. "SHHHHHHHH!," I whispered shifting my body for better leverage and placing my mouth over hers. It wasn't really to kiss her just to silence her. I didn't want anyone to hear her scream as I plundered her girlhood. She was dry which added greatly to the problem. Her pussy was too tight to easily accept my cock and without lubrication, it felt as if she was rubbing my skin off. I didn't slow down though as I was too far gone. Her hands gripped the edge of the shelf and her eyes were tightly closed. Getting my arms between her knees I was able to pry them as far as possible, opening the saddle for a better ride. Had she been wet, I would have enjoyed it more, but in light of everything, I couldn't be too choosy. Even with her mouth covered, she continued making weird sounds with her throat. It was painful for me to fuck too deep so I simply kept the head inside of her vise-grip hole and moved back and forth a few inches at a time. That lessened the pain and stimulated my cock head enough to have me cumming within a few minutes. With most of my cock outside of her, I was able to watch as my cock jerking wildly, pumping another load of swimmers into her. I felt pretty sure that by the time I left she'd have enough of my cum shot into her that she'd be knocked up for sure. The beauty is that I used a bogus last name and was very vague about where I lived. If the old man came looking for me later, he'd have a hell of a time finding me. I smiled at that thought as my cock dropped from her reddened hole leaving a milky trail in its wake. She grunted as the warm air filled her empty cavity. "You were wonderful, Annabel," I mumbled returning my lips to hers. "I love you so much." She reluctantly kissed me back whimpering into my mouth. "You are the best, Baby Doll; I love the way you make me feel." She gave a half smile. "In the future I think it will be a good idea if you kept your pussy wet so it's not so painful for me. I'll probably have blisters on my cock because you're so dry." "What do you mean `wet' my, uh myself?" "You know, use baby oil or something. I can't enjoy fucking you if it hurts you know." "Yea, I know." "Great, I'll give you my bottle and get one later just in case we need it. If you run out of forget it, just use cooking oil or something. I don't want to have to go through this again, okay?" I asked kissing the tip of her nose. I could tell it was more painful for her than for me but I didn't really care. She was just a hole for me to cum into and her comfort was irrelevant. "Jake, can we not do `it' for a while? It still hurts when I pee." "Annabel, don't be like that. You know we were meant to be together. Besides you ever hear the old saying that love hurts? That's what it means. When you're in love, sometimes it will hurt but it will be worth it because we're in love. Understand?" She nodded and I kissed her. "Now hurry back to your grandmother, we wouldn't want her getting worried about you," I said zipping my pants. She remained on the ledge, her top opened, her legs still parted and dripping cum from her slit like a kitchen faucet with a slow leak. In a way I felt sorry for her. She thinks she's truly in love and is willing to do anything for me to show her love. In less than two months I'll be out of here and will never see her again. But that's the breaks in a dog-eat-dog world. "Meet me at our special place tonight," I said winking. I didn't wait around for a response as I slipped quietly from the coop. It was almost lunch time when I finally joined the others in the field. The old man grumbled something under his breath about me but I just ignored him. I was feeling great and the best part was that I had just fucked his precious granddaughter like a whore in their chicken coop so nothing he could say would dampen my mood. At lunch I must have been staring at her as I heard the loud tapping of a fork on the table coming from the old man. I turned my attention to him and got the most vicious glower I'd ever seen. "Mind your business!" he growled not breaking his stare. I returned to my food not even looking her way. I need to be more careful or risk losing my cum bucket. That night she met me on time and we hugged and kissed for about ten minutes before we smoked a joint and I undressed her. She didn't resist, didn't give any indication of refusal and allowed me to completely strip her naked. It seemed as if she finally came to accept her role in our relationship. Undressing to my underwear, my erection jutted outward like a cloth-covered ballistic missile poised for launching. Dropping between her legs I began licking and kissing her pussy like a starving man given his first meal in weeks. I owed it to her and besides, I wanted to show her that pleasure can run both ways, just not equally. Five minutes later I flopped onto my back and laced my fingers behind my head. "Now it's your turn to do me." Looking at my bulge for a few seconds she shifted around to where her face was a few inches away. I stopped her as she reached for the waist band. "Use you teeth," I said holding her hand. "First gnaw on my cock through my underwear like a dog eating a bone." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Annabel, you're not stupid, you know what I mean. Gently bite on it like you're a dog. I'll tell you when it's enough." Sighing, she leaned forward and did what I asked. Once the front of my underwear was wet from saliva, I told her it was enough. "Now pull them down with your teeth." "WITH MY TEETH?!? How?" "Use your imagination; just don't use your hands." For the next couple of minutes she struggled to get them down by pulling on them with her mouth. She was overly careful not to bite me and after a few minutes, I lifted my ass to help her get them off. Once they cleared my thighs she had no problem getting them lower but stopped when they reached my knees. "All the way," I added smiling at how easily it was to get her to do it. "Now suck me," I said as she knelt at my feet holding my underwear in her mouth. Sauntering between my legs she reached for it but I stopped her. "Don't use your hands," I reminded her and kept my neck bent to watch as she slurped it into her mouth. She still wasn't the best cock sucker I'd had, but with a little practice she'd be a contender. Dropping my head back I enjoyed the sensation of her warm wet mouth on my cock, lost in the noises of the rural environment. Living in the city you miss all the night sounds of the country. She sucked me for a while, perhaps fifteen minutes before I could tell she was getting tired. She lacked the enthusiasm she had when she first started so I decided to give her a break. I'll have to work on her endurance later. "Okay, stop of now," I said pulling her mouth away from my cock. "The baby oil is over there," I said pointing to the edge of the blanket. "Get it and get your pussy wet." I sat up to watch as she did as I instructed but the dumb little whore poured a healthy squirt onto her mound and began rubbing it on like sunscreen. "What are you doing?" I asked amazed that she thought she needed to apply it on the outside. "You're supposed to wet your pussy." "I did." "Not the outside stupid, the inside, where my cock is going. That doesn't do a damn thing to help me fuck you. Pour some on your fingers and push them inside of you. Get the *INSIDE* of your hole wet, not the outside!" She stared at me for a few seconds before squeezing some onto her index and middle finger. I watched as the oil dripped from her hand as she slid them into her, grimacing as the second knuckle reached the opening. "Deeper," I said stroking my cock. "Push your fingers all the way inside!" After a quick glance my way to see if I was joking, she did it. "I want you to start doing that, Annabel. Start fingering yourself and maybe use something like cucumbers, carrots or corn-on-the-cob in your pussy. You're too tight and you need to stretch yourself a little." I watched until the horrid expression on her face faded. "Understand?" She slowly nodded. "Good, now pour a little oil on my cock and rub it in. Make sure I'm lubed up good." Moving closer she did what I asked before dropping the bottle next to me. "Now get on top and ride me like a cowgirl." "Huh? What do you mean?" "You know, pretend I'm a horse and you're a cowgirl and ride my cock." "I, uh, don't know how." "Annabel, it's not that difficult. Straddle me, point my cock toward you cunt and sit down on it. Push it all the way into your gut and then rock back and forth like you're riding a horse. Now come on, slut, do what I tell you and stop talking back!" "What did you call me?" "Huh, what?" "You called me a `slut'. What does that mean?" "You've never heard that word before?" "No." God how naïve can someone be? "It's a word that means you like to make your boyfriend happy so come on slut mount me and make me happy!" I could tell she was apprehensive by her movements but she flung her leg over my hips, grasped my cock with her right hand and lowered her quim to touch it. She was glossy with oil and she struggled to keep a hold of my slippery cock. Having no external lips to get in the way, the tip split her crack open and it swelled upon entry. She stopped just before the crown reached her soft skin and took a deep breath. "You're doing great, slut, keep going." "It hurts." "Love hurts, remember? If you love me and want to make me happy, you'll do this." Exhaling hard, she sucked in another lungful of air before sinking further onto my lap. As the thickest part of the head breached her opening, two inches quickly followed. She stopped her movements and just hovered over me for a while. I could feel her pussy throbbing and gently squeezing me. "Don't stop, slut, just a little more and I'll be all the way in," I said getting off on calling her that. After a few short pants she resumed her descent and I watched in amazement as her tiny crack gobbled my tool like a snake eating a light bulb. She didn't stop until I felt her weight on my thighs and I was fully emerged into her hot flesh. My hands went to her waist to hold her still. Damn she felt great. Even without moving her pussy seemed to be feasting on my cock, nibbling at it like a hundred minnows as it throbbed and pulsed. I could feel her heart beating and random spasms sent jolts of pleasure straight up my cock to my brain. We remained connected without moving for the longest time as I savored the sensation for what seemed like hours. Finally I moved my ass while lifting her small frame up and down a few inches at a time. "Fuck me Annabel," I moaned feeling the tip of my cock banging against the back of her pussy each time I dropped her. Slowly she began moving, resting her hands on my stomach for support as her hips began rising and falling. Placing my hands on her ass, I guided the pace, increasing the depth and intensity with every stroke. My cock was still tender from the lubeless fuck from earlier, but I didn't care. She felt great and I wanted nothing more than to fill her uterus with more of my potent cum. It didn't take long before I achieved that goal. My cock jerked and sputtered, spitting out wads of thick cum directly into her for what felt like twenty strong contractions. I can`t remember shooting that much cum at one time in my life. She knew I came and tried to move off of me but I held her to my chest, squeezing her tightly. "God, you're such a good slut!" I said smiling. She was panting and damp with sweat as I held her. I could still feel pussy spasms every so often as she continued to milk me for all I was worth. I don't think I got soft as our privates remained glued together. As her breathing returned to normal, I rolled over, pinning her under me. My cock remained inside of her as I rose up to look into her bright blue eyes. "I'm going to fuck you now." She didn't refuse me as she knew her pussy belong to me. She was wet inside which made it easier to fuck her and I lasted for at least twenty minutes before pumping another load of cum into her. I didn't move but felt my cock softening from the two orgasms and her tightness struggled to dispel the unwelcome invader. A minute later, it was forced from her and flopped between her legs like a dead slimy fish. I rolled over, giving her the first deep breath in a while. It was now my turn to be panting as the exertions of fucking her took its toll. She hadn't moved for a few minutes as our breathing slowly returned to normal. "Annabel," I said taking her hand. "I want you to clean me." She remained still beside me. "Don't make me have to ask twice," I warned pulling on her. She sat up looking round for a rag and deciding to use the corner of the blanket. I stopped her. "Use your mouth," "WHAT?!?" she finally spoke. "My mouth?" "Yes, of course, what else?" "But it's dirty!" "It's not dirty, Annabel. It's your juices and my juices. It's our love juices and if you love me, you'll want to clean them from me." She wrinkled her nose as she stared at my flaccid cock. "Do it, slut." It took about two minutes before she moved her face closer and extended her tongue, touching the wrinkled flesh. My cock jumped and she backed away. I had to smile at that. "We don't have all night, Annabel, just do it and get it over with." A groan and a loud exhale later the head was inside of her suckling mouth. What she lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm as her mouth stroked up and down my shaft. Reaching between her legs I sank my middle finger into her, feeling all the goo leaking from her. A second and then third finger joined it and my palm was soon flooded with cum. My cock throbbed back to life and she pulled her mouth away, fearing that if I got another hard on, I'd want to fuck her again. She was right. Raising my hand, I showed her all the slime coating my fingers and brought them to her face. "Lick it off," I ordered pushing my fingers against her lips. Slowly she opened her mouth and accepted my cum. My cock surged from watching her and as soon as they were cleaned, I pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs. This would be the third time in less than forty-five minutes that I fucked her. I was out of control, I admit it, but I was lost in the abyss of pleasure and viciously pounded into her as if she was some drunken college slut pulling a train. Her hands flayed against my back, her nails dug into my sides, her legs kicked disparately as I took gratification from her, unconcerned for her safety or well being. I could hear her crying out, whimpering as my thrusts became more brutal but the sounds seemed so far away. She was my cum slut, a hole providing me pleasure and her enjoyment meant nothing to me. I had never fucked a whore this severe in my life and it felt more like rape than sex. The force and ruthlessness fueled my fury and for the first time in my life I realized why men rape cunts. The power, the control, the sheer domination I had over her was incredibly invigorating. Fortunately for both of us, the act only lasted about six minutes as there was no telling how violent I could have gotten. During this time she wasn't human and neither was I. I was an animal flooded with hormones and anger and vented everything I had out on her. Once I came, I had a change of heart and realized what I had done. She was sniveling beneath me, tears of fear or pain streamed down her face. I felt like a jerk and kissed her, cringing as she turned her face away. "Annabel, Baby Girl, I'm sorry if I hurt you," I said trying to do some damage control. "I don't know why I did that. I'm really sorry. Will you forgive me?" She remained silent and I felt it was best if I got off of her. If she was in pain, my cock remaining inside would cause her discomfort. "Annabel?" I said lying on my side and brushing aside her hair to see her face. "Don't be mad at me, Baby Doll, you know I didn't mean to hurt you, right?" She said nothing. "I don't know what came over me. I just love you so much and I wanted to get closer to you and I felt like I needed to crawl inside of you. I didn't mean to be so rough, I swear." Her breathing was still rapid as her chest was rising and falling as she took shallow breaths. "I promise it will never happen again," I added moving closer to kiss her. In spite of my desire to break my record, I knew better than to push her any more tonight. If I ever wanted to fuck her again, I needed to fix this quickly. "Annabel?" She must have been really pissed because she wasn't talking. I kissed her cheek, and then moved to her neck. She always squirmed and giggled when I kissed her there, but not this time. She seemed more like a cadaver than my girlfriend. I kissed her lower, suckling each of her breasts and gently nibbling on her nipples. Making my way along the small canal of her abdomen, I made it to her swollen vagina before she finally moved, placing her hands on my head. "Don't," was all she said. "I want to make it up to you and make you feel better." "I don't want you to. You really hurt me, Jake." "I know, Baby Doll, but I said I'm sorry. Can't you forgive me?" She didn't respond. "Please Annabel, don't do this to me. I don't know what I'll do if you don't forgive me. You mean everything in the world to me and I love you so much." "Why did you do that?" "I don't know. I don't know what came over me but I promise it won't happen again." "I want to go home." "Tell me you forgive me first." "I can't." "Please, Annabel." She was silent. "Baby Girl, just say you forgive me." Nothing. "Okay I understand you don't love me anymore. I guess I can't blame you. I'll be leaving in the morning and you won't have to worry about seeing me ever again." "Leaving?" she asked finally turning to look at me with a worried expression. "Yes. I'll tell your grandparents I have a family emergency and leave first thing in the morning." "Why Jake?" "Because I hurt you and you can't find it in your heart to forgive me. Without you my life has no meaning so don't be surprised to read in the paper tomorrow that they found my body in my car wrecked on the side of the road." "WHAT? Jake you're not serious are you?" She sat up. "Dead serious. If I can't have you, Annabel, my life might as well be over because I can't live without you." Even in the dim light I could see the tears welling in her eyes. I had her. She fell for this lie hook, line and sinker. In reality I couldn't care less as long as she didn't tell on me and only wanted to keep my sperm bank open for business until I left. Once I'm gone I won't need her any more. "Jake, please don't go." "Tell me you forgive me." I could tell she was struggling with this. "Well?" "I forgive you, Jake so please don't leave." "Really Annabel? You forgive me?" I asked pulling her into my chest. "God I love you so much, Baby Doll." "I love you too, Jake. Please promise me you won't do that again. I didn't like it." "I promise, my little slut," I said struggling to keep from laughing. I kissed her smiling around her lips as she kissed me back. We already fucked before lunch and three times tonight so I was halfway to my goal. I broke our embrace. "Let me do it right this time." ~~ end of chapter 2 ~~ <---- wetfly6969@aol.com --- to be continued...