The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 3 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! Codes: Mf, mf, M+f, m+f, reluc, coer, Blkm, drug, inc, rough, gang, interr, 1st, oral, anal, mastrb, toys, food, preg, creampie, exhib, voy, size, prost ******************************************* "Huh? What do you mean?" "Let me make love to you like I should have." "No Jake, I'm hurting down there." "PLEASE... I want to make it up to you by actually making love to you and not fucking you." She looked to the blanket and fidgeted with her hands on her lap. "I'll show you the proper way to make love to a beautiful woman," I added raising her chin to look into her eyes. "Be easy, okay?" "I promise," I said kissing her as I leaned her backward. Her body was tense and unyielding as I moved between her legs. My cock was rock hard but I knew I'd better do what she asked or I'd blow my chances of having her drain my balls on a daily bases. Lining my cock to her hole, I eased it in, stopping as the head slipped inside and she grunted. "You okay?" "I'm just really sore." "Do you want to suck me off instead? I'm okay with that if you'd rather." I didn't give her the option of doing neither but left it to her if she wanted me to fuck her pussy or have her suck me. "Okay," she mumbled wanting to minimize the abuse of her tender hole. Slowly I withdrew and lay next to her. She moved around, getting between my legs and reached for my erection, bending it toward her mouth. I shook my head at how quickly she came back around. Ten minutes ago I was raping the shit out of her and now she's diligently slurping and sucking my cock like a twenty dollar street whore trying to convince me that she forgives me. Giving her instructions on how to give a blow job, she kept a good suction going while one hand played with my balls and the other stroked up and down on the few inches unable to fit into her mouth. "Use your tongue more," I reminded her for the fifth time. With my hand behind her head guiding her motions, I began firing volley after volley of man-goo to the back of her throat. "Swallow it all, slut, don't lose any of it," I moaned lifting my head to watch as she desperately gulped to keep up with the deluge. Exhausted, I collapsed to the ground and motioned her to come closer. Holding her tightly, I rested for over an hour listening to the soft sounds of her snoring. She was so small and soft she felt more like an over-sized doll than a real person. My cock twitched as I rubbed her shapely butt. "Don't push it," I mumbled to myself cursing under my breath as my cock quickly hardened. "Five times in one day is enough," I said trying to convince myself to purge my thoughts. Rolling over, she flopped onto her back, stirring a little. Looking down at her I shook my head. So pretty, so young, so gullible. She soon resumed her snoring and I gently spread her legs, looking at the darkened area. She'll be bruised tomorrow. My cock was calling to me, begging for relief. Shifting, I eased myself between her legs and pushed the tip of my cock inside of her. Her eyes flew open with a gasp. "Jake! What are you doing?" she moaned as another inch slipped inside. "I can't help myself, Annabel. You're just so damn beautiful and sexy that I can't get enough of you," I added pushing further inside. Her face scrunched and her teeth barred. I could tell she was holding her breath as I forced a little more into her. Not wanting to over extend my welcome, I didn't try for deep penetration and began moving back and forth in a leisurely pace. Her body was tense and non-responsive as my speed slowly increased. Each forward thrust resulted in a grunt or moan from her but she didn't try to stop me or ask me to go slower. She felt great as her insides were sopping wet and the way she was squeezing me felt as if she'd pinch my cock off inside of her. I didn't try to extend it as it was late and I didn't think she could handle a long, drawn-out session. Increasing my speed, I began fucking into her until it stimulated me enough to cum as I dumped another load into her. That was the greatest feeling ever, not only because I came, but from the feeling of superiority I had over her. Even though she didn't really want to have sex, she allowed me to for fear of losing me. I knew she'd be taking my cum as often as I wanted to for the rest of my stay. Once finished, I pulled out another joint and lit it. I wanted her using as much pot as she could as she'd become more complacent and bend to my will. I faked a few puffs and allowed her to smoke the entire joint alone. Afterward we dressed and made our way to the house. She commented a few times that her "privates" were burning so I offered to carry her. With her arms wrapped round my neck and her slim legs around my waist, I gave her a piggy back ride until we made it to past the fields. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said leaning over to kiss her. She hugged me neck, kissing me back. Heading to our quarters, I had a smile on my face. I think later I'll try that again, I loved the raw power I felt raping her. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, sausage and milk every morning. Same thing everyday and it's getting tiresome. I glanced at Annabel just as she was putting a link of sausage into her mouth and smiled as she noticed me watching. Seeing her with that dark little pricklet in her mouth gave me a boner and I wanted more than anything in the world to have her crawl under the table and suck my cock. I smiled at what the old man would do if she actually did it. At seven-thirty the old goat announced it was time to go and as one everyone stood to leave. I mentioned that I needed to wash my hands and headed to the sink. Rebecca was getting things ready for the soup she'd planned on making for lunch and I stared down at the vegetables in the sink. The one that caught my eye was a giant cucumber stretching across the brim of the colander. The damn thing had to be close to a foot long and almost as thick as my wrist in the middle. "Holy shit!" I mumbled giving a quick glance over my shoulder. Rebecca was stacking the dished together while Annabel was scrapping the leftovers into a bucket for the pigs. I smiled thinking how much I'd love to see Annabel fucking herself with that monster. Slipping it into the front of my pants, I covered most of it with my shirt and headed out to the meet the others. I planned on hiding it someplace until tonight and have it waiting for her at the river. I couldn't wait to watch her with it. The beast was about fifty percent larger than my cock in every way possible. As I stepped onto the porch the old man was waiting for me. Shit! "You got shit duty, boy," he snarled before turning to leave. "No problem," I replied trying hard to conceal the large bulge from the cucumber. I stood watching as he climbed onto the tractor with the others holding on to the back as they headed out to the field. Making my way to the barn I took the enormous phallus from my pants and examined it closer. Fuck that thing was huge. It was as long as a zucchini and as big a round as a small squash. Knowing how hard it was to get something of my size into her, I figured this thing would be impossible, but it will be fun trying. Stashing it between two bales of hay, I went to work shoveling horse and cow manure into the wheel barrel. Returning from my first load, I noticed my little slut was heading over to feed the chickens and smiled. "There's no time like the present," I said aloud as I rushed back for the cucumber. She was almost finished collecting the eggs when I entered, holding the giant fruit behind my back. "Hi slut," I said smiling. She smiled back totally oblivious to the name I just called her. "I have something for you," I said bring my hand around. She looked at it puzzled for a few second before looking at me with furrowed brows. "A cucumber?" "Yep, just for you." "Why did you get me a cucumber? We grow them behind the house and I eat them all the time." "I know, but this one isn't for you to eat. Well, not with your mouth anyway." "Huh? I don't understand." "Remember when I said I wanted you to start fucking yourself with something to stretch you open some. Well, here is it," I added stepping closer. Her eyes widened at the thought. "You ain't serious!" "Yes I am. You want me to help you get it in?" "Jake, I can't put that big ole thing inside my, uh, inside me!" "Sure you can, it just takes a little effort and lots of oil. You did oil your pussy, right?" She stared down at the straw-covered ground. "Annabel, what did I tell you? You know you have to be ready for me whenever I need you. You're my girl, remember and we don't have a lot of time to make love so we have to do it whenever we can." "I'm sorry, Jake; please don't be mad at me. I forgot." "I'll forgive you this one time, but don't let it happen again. You have to be ready for when we have a chance to make love, understand?" She nodded. "Now how do you plan on putting this thing inside your pussy without oil?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll tell you what, I'll fuck you and cum inside of you and you can use my cum to lubricate your pussy. It might go in after that." She didn't respond and didn't resist as I stepped closer, backing her against the nesting ledge. In one fluid motion, I had her ass on the shelf, her legs spread and her panties dangling from one foot. Sitting on chicken shit and leaning against planks of wood, she braced herself as I swiped the tip of my cock along her crack as if running a credit card. I was right that the area was bruised from my harsh treatment, but that was old news. Spitting on our union, I pushed slightly, sinking half of my cock head into her crevice. She groaned, pushing against my stomach. "Go slow," she gasped. It took two more wads of spit to lube her up enough to get my head inside and I scolded her once again for not being "ready". Holding the massive cuke next to my cock, it seemed to dwarf my size. I bet even her old granny would have a hell of a time taking this big boy. My fantasy was fueling my arousal as visions of her fucking herself with `the beast' drove me quickly to cum. Just going back and forth three or four inches at a time was enough to have me filling her tight canal with man juice in a matter of minutes. I wasted not time and quickly withdrew, pushing the blunt end of the green dildo against her hole to keep my sperm inside. Like a fleshy drilling machine, I twisted and turned the spear back and forth, pushing harder every few seconds as the yellowish end began entering her. She gasped and flinched as the thickness quickly reached my girth with less than an inch inside. With short pants and wide eyes, she watched as I applied more pressure to force it deeper. She grunted, grabbing my wrist. "Stop." "What's wrong?" "It hurts." "You'll get used to it." "Please Jake, it hurts too much." I was about to wail into her about shirking her duties when I heard someone calling. "Annabel, are you in there?" her grandmother called out. SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! Quickly I pulled up my pants before lifting her from the shelf. "Get out there before she comes in here!" I growled zipping my pants. "She can't catch me in here with you!" "Jake, I need my panties!" she whispered back. "Forget about them! Get out there now!" I told her pushing her toward the flimsy door. She nearly hit the old woman as the door swung open. "GRAMMY!" she chocked back startled she was so close. Slipping outside, she leaned against the door to prevent her from going in. "Annabel, I've been calling you, didn't you hear me?" "I'm sorry, Grammy, it's hard to hear in there with the chickens making so much noise." "Is someone in there with you?" "In here?" She asked stunned that she asked. "No, why?" "I thought I heard you talking to someone." "I, uh, was, um, talking to the chickens," she lied. "I told them I was happy they laid so many eggs, see," she added holding out the basket of eggs. I held my breath hoping the old woman bought the story. If she looked inside, I was dead for sure. Watching through the small slates between the boards, I was sweating nails as Rebecca kept trying to see around Annabel hoping to find out who was with her. "Well, hurry along, girl, we've got a lotta things to do before lunch." "Yes ma'am," she replied still resting against the door watching as her grandmother walked away. About ten feet away she turned. "Oh, dear, could you go out to the garden and pick me a cucumber? I don't know what happened to the one I had for lunch." I smiled as Annabel said she would. When she got out of ear shot, I whispered through the door to Annabel telling her I was proud that she covered for me. What I really meant was that I was glad she lied for me. She's smoking, drinking, using drugs, having sex and now lying. She's coming along nicely. "I'm going to leave this cucumber hidden under the first nest, come back later and get it. I want you to fuck yourself with it tonight before meeting me at the river." I wasn't sure if I was looking for a response, but she didn't give one before rushing off behind the house to the garden. Slowly I opened the door and looked out. No sign of anyone so I stepped out, putting my foot into a large glob of cum. It must have been dripping out of her while she spoke to her grandmother which made me that much hotter. During lunch and then dinner I made sure that I didn't look not once at her. I knew I was playing with fire and if they suspected anything, my ass would be dead or in jail. In a way it was thrilling, like playing Russian roulette, but I knew there would be severe penalties for getting caught. I was at the river at 10:45 and rock hard. I had been thinking about her all day and visions of her trying to get that huge thing inside of her had my head spinning. My cock was so hard it hurt from being inside my jeans. Expecting her at any minute, I pulled my pants off and slowly stroked it through my underwear. By 11:30 she still wasn't there but she's been late a few times in the past. Twenty minutes later I was getting worried. Was she bailing on me? Did I push her too hard? Perhaps nearly getting caught by her grandmother slapped some sense into her. Maybe she was discovered sneaking out and is punished. A thousand things ran through my head but for whatever reason, she wasn't coming and I needed to find out why. At midnight I put my pants back on and went looking for her. Her curtains are thin lace with some sort of pattern making it easy to see into her room, but not clearly. The window was slightly open allowing me to reach in to part the curtains. She was lying on the floor squirming around like a fish out of water. "Annabel," I called out in a hushed voice, careful not to wake her grandparents. Not getting a response I called out again, a little louder. "Jake?" she finally said turning her head. "Annabel, what's going on?" "Jake, come help me, please." Pushing the window fully open, I stuck my head in, looking around for any sign of trouble. I didn't want to be ambushed by the old fucker. The coast was clear and I eased myself in, stepping carefully as the floor squeaked in many places. She was dressed, her skirt wrinkled haphazardly over her thighs and she was sweating profusely. Taking short, shallow breaths, she reached out with her hand for me. "Annabel, what's going on? What happened to you? Why didn't you come meet me?" "Jake, please help me... it hurts so much. I can't... hardly breathe." "Where does it hurt? What happened?" I asked kneeling next to her, giving a quick glance to the door. Slowly she reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled it above her waist. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened at the sight. "HOLY SHIT!" I cried out clasping my hand over my mouth as I realized how loud I said it. I couldn't look away and stared for the longest time between her legs. Almost three inches of the giant cucumber protruded from her widely stretched hole. The rest of it was embedded inside, extending the area as if she was giving birth to it. "OH MY GOD, Annabel! You did it!" I finally spoke after a few minutes of staring at it. "Take it out!" she groaned. I Treached for it, giving it a slight tug. She moaned. The thing was definitely wedged in there. "What happened?" "Will you... take... it out, NOW?" "Not until you tell me how you got it inside like this." "Please...Jake." "If you don't tell me, I'll leave you here like this for your grandpa to find you." "NO!" she yelped struggling to sit up but falling back down again. She was in obvious pain and I was getting some cheap thrill out of making her squirm. "Take...it...out and I'll... tell you... please." Not enough of it was outside to get a good grip and it had so much baby oil that it kept slipping out of my hands. Using her panties, I pulled and tugged, hearing her crying out in pain with each attempt but the damn thing would bulge. I got about an inch out when she started gasping and panting, clawing at the floor. "STOP!" she finally howled. Apparently it formed some sort of vacuum seal inside of her and was sucking out her insides the more I pulled. "How long have you been like this?" "Since... nine...thirty," she huffed, her body drenched in sweat. "Nine-thirty! Damn that's been over three hours!" I informed her to her dismay. "Please...take it out." "I can't, not like this. It's too big and it's really stuck in there. I'll have to put something along side of it to break the seal or I'll never get it out." "What do you...mean?" "It pushed out all the air in your pussy so when I pull on it, your pussy sucks it right back in again. I need to get some air inside you pussy for this to work." "I dunno...Jake, just... take...it...out." Looking around I didn't see anything useful and the devilish thought of squeezing my cock into that tight hole along with the cucumber caused my cock to harden. I knew it would be impossible but the thought did cross my mind. "Let me try blowing into it," I said getting on my knees. The nub was too much in the way to get my mouth around her opening so it wasn't helpful. Besides, trying to blow air into that small crevice would be like trying to inflate a hot water bottle with my mouth. Searching her room I found nothing useful and decided to expand my search. Sneaking into the kitchen I knew I was risking a great deal just being in the house, but I needed to help Annabel. Not because she was lying helpless in her bedroom in serious pain, but because that giant prick could cause some severe damage to my fuck hole and I didn't want to risk that. I found it funny as hell watching her stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, but that's just me. When I returned carrying a butter knife, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "JAKE...What...are...you...doing?!" "Relax, I'm not going to cut you, I'm using the back end. I need something long and hard to push along side of it to get air in there. Your pussy should spit it out like a wet grape seed." I also found two metal skewers and brought them along as well. I'll need those to grip the slippery thing. It took about fifteen minutes before I had the knife far enough inside of her to make a weird suction sound. Stabbing the skewers into the beast, I pulled on it, keeping the knife fully embedded until the thickest part of the cucumber began spitting her once tight slit. What little labia she had was stretched and pulled along with it as she bit down on her knuckles. It was far enough out to where I could pull out the knife. I didn't want to risk injuring her. "Take...it...out," she panted, unable to catch her breath. I kept the massive fruit half in and half out for several minutes, marveling at how much it stretched her open. Was it curiosity or sadism I can't be sure, but I reveled in the pleasure of seeing her in so much pain, especially since she got this way because of me. I wanted to leave her like that, expanding that sweet little hole wider than she ever thought possible, but I knew I couldn't. My ragging erection was beckoning and needed relief. Leisurely I resumed pulling on it, watching as she slowly gave birth to this monster until the widest part cleared her now swollen labia and shot out with a flop. She grunted loudly before reaching for her abused cunt and rolled over. Kneeling, I unzipped my pants smiling as she moaned in agony. "Annabel, turn over," I said pulling on her sleeve. "I need to make sure you're okay, roll over and let me look at you." "Wait," she mumbled still sweating and panting as if she just ran a mile in the dead of heat. "I need to make sure you're not bleeding, turn over, this is serious." Relaxing, she allowed me to turn her onto her back and I couldn't help but gawk at the gaping hole that until very recently was tighter than a drum. I touched her, causing her to jump. "Jake, don't, please." "Annabel, I need to make sure you're okay," I said pushing a finger into the slack opening. Damn I hope this closes up or I'll have trouble feeling myself inside of her. There were spots of blood and one large clot on the end of my finger, but aside from a greatly enlarged hole, she seemed none the worse. Kneeling between her legs, I leaned over to enter her, but stopped as her hand covered her pussy. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Jake, I hurt too much, please let's wait." "Fuck no, I want some pussy and you're giving it to me. You can't tease me like that and not expect me to follow through with this." "Let me suck you, okay?" "Later, right now I want some pussy so move your fuckin' hand!" I nearly screamed forgetting where I was. Slowly she relented, allowing me to push my cock into her soft opening. She was as slack and juicy as a two dollar whore after a week-long Shriner's convention and I plunged fully inside. If she can take nine-inches of a giant cucumber, she can handle my eight-inch cock, especially since not all of it can go inside. Her body tensed but she didn't make a sound, didn't make a move to stop me and allowed me to take my pleasure from her. I had been so turned on that I didn't last long and was soon flooding her newly enlarged hole with cum. Amazingly, she had been only able to take about five or six inches of my cock before I hit bottom and now I can get fully engulfed. I remained inside of her for several minutes until my breathing returned to normal. "Tell me," I said keeping her pinned under me. "I didn't mean for it all to go inside but I fell." "What do you mean, and start from the beginning." "I knew you wanted me to try and put it inside of me but it wouldn't go in, no matter what I did so I thought If I did you showed me, you know to sit on it then maybe it would go in a little. I tried on my bed but it was too soft and I kept falling over so I used that chair," she said motioning to my right. A wooden chair was on its side about three feet away. "I got a little bit of it in me, maybe as much as you did earlier, when my foot slipped and I fell down on it." "Ouch," I mumbled hoping she'd think I was sympathetic to her plight. "That ain't the worst part. When my foot slipped, I panicked and tried to get it back on the seat but the chair tipped over and I fell on the floor, right on my butt." "Wow. So that's how it got so far inside of you." "I didn't know what to do and no matter what I did, it wouldn't come out." Hearing her tell the story my cock throbbed back to life. She was probably so numb she didn't notice but as soon as I began moving back and forth, she knew. "Jake..." She mumbled but knew it was futile to complain. I fucked her stretched-out pussy like a sailor on shore leave, slamming into her squishy gash almost as hard as I had the other night when I raped her. The floor beneath her squeaked from my thrusts and I briefly worried that someone might hear, but I was too far gone to care. After my second load, I rolled over, panting and gasping for air. That was the hottest fuck I'd ever had. It took a few minutes before my pulse returned to normal and I turned to see what she was doing. She was on her side softly moaning. I might have cared before but not now. She was no better than a sow and I was sowing my oats, just like any other red-blooded man would be doing. I tugged on her arm. "Annabel," I said pulling her arm harder. "I'll take that blowjob now." I left her room after dropping another load of cum down her throat. She was exhausted and gave me the worst blow job ever. I had to do most of the work and after twenty minutes resorted to jerking off with the head inside of her mouth. She gave little effort to swallowing and a lot leaked down my shaft to my balls. Of course that wasn't acceptable and I had her lick it off. I made it to bed just after two in the morning with a huge smile on my face. I still couldn't believe she got the whole thing inside of her pussy. A normal-sized woman would of struggled to get it in let alone a tiny, recently deflowered thirteen-year-old. Not surprisingly Annabel wasn't at breakfast and I doubted I'd seen her at lunch time. She had another stomach ache. I smiled knowing the true reason. She'll be walking funny for another day or so I was sure of that. "Maybe it was something she ate," I said stifling a snicker. "I know sometimes when I eat a lot of cucumbers I get a stomach ache." Her grandfather shot me a dirty look but continued shoving eggs into his face. I won't miss that once I'm gone. I was on shit duty again and waited until the guys headed for the fields before I snuck around the back of the house to Annabel's room. The window was open and the curtains were waving in the breeze. I stuck my head in to see her still in bed. "Morning sexy," I called out to her smiling. She looked my way but didn't say anything. "How are you feeling?" She was quite for about a minute so I repeated the question. "I hurt." "I know, I'm sorry you're in pain but I had to do what I did to get it out of you. It's your fault it was so far in there in the first place," I said crawling into her room. "Don't come in, Grammy might catch you." "Don't worry," I said locking the door. She can't get in with the door locked." "I not `posed to lock my door." "Nonsense, that's what locks are for," I said sitting next to her. She looked like hell, her hair all mess, drool still on her mouth, (or was it cum?), and a pillow crease mark across her cheek. Even though it was a very warm morning, the blanket was pulled to her chin. "Let me see the damage in the daylight," I said reaching for the sheets. She jerked it away, nearly covering her face. "It hurts, Jake, please don't touch me." "Annabel, I'm just going to look, that's all. I want to make sure my girlfriend isn't permanently damaged." "Permanently damaged? What do you mean?" "Baby Doll you had an unusually large cucumber shoved completely into your pussy for almost four hours. Something that size could have caused major damage to your insides. Let me check you out to make sure you're okay, okay?" "Nothing more, okay?" "Nothing more." "Promise?" I smiled. She has some serious trust issues. "Yea, I promise." Relaxing her hold, I pulled the blanket down to below her knees and lifted her nightgown. It was one of the Laura Ingalls flannel jobs that did nothing for her figure. I wanted to see her in something sexy, I was thinking Victoria's Secrets, but for now, I'd be happy with nothing at all. Flipping the bottom over her stomach, I shook my head at the holey panties she was wearing. Doesn't this girl have a decent pair? Raising her ass, I pulled them down, careful not to rip the delicate fabric and gasped as her abused slit came into view. "DAMN!" I grumbled. "That monster really tore you up, huh?" The area was swollen twice the normal size and was so bruised it was purple and black. A sickly green band ringed the opening and the once tight slit was now bright pink and parted open like the Red Sea. Small fleshy pussy lips were peeking out where before there were none. She flinched when I moved my hands closer and grabbed my wrists. "Annabel," I warned in a stern voice. She relaxed her hold and sucked in a gasp of air as I lightly touched the area. Using my thumbs, I opened her slit, surprised by how much it yawned open. Sticky mucus lined the inside and tendrils webbed the entrance. I had no idea if that was my cum from last night or her slime but it didn't matter. Her pussy looked so warm and inviting that I couldn't resist. Standing I unbuckled my pants as she watched wide-eyed. "Jake, you promised." "I said I needed to check you out. That's all I'm doing," I added pulling my jeans down. Her eyes went to my erection bulging within my underwear. "We're not going to have sex," she said almost like a statement. "What did you say?" I asked knowing damn well what she said. "I, uh, said, I mean I asked if we're going to have sex." "Fuck yes we are. I need to test you, er, I mean check you for damage. Make sure you're okay inside and since I can't see too far, I need to feel for damages." "You can do that with your thing?" "Of course. I know what you felt like before you shoved that big thing inside of you so I can tell what it's like afterward." "How, um, far do you gotta check?" "All the way, Annabel. Trust me, okay? I'm not going to hurt you. You're my girlfriend and I love you with all my heart. I just want to do what's best for you," I added dropping my underwear to the floor. Her eyes never left my erection and I could tell she was nervous about having me stick something, anything, inside of her. Moving between her legs, I chuckled when I noticed she had a death-grip on the sheets, preparing for the worse. "Hold my cock, slut," I growled swinging it back and forth above her stomach. Slowly she reached for it, grasping it with both hands. "Now, guide it to your pussy. I want you to put it in so you won't say I'm going to fast, okay?" She nodded, pointing it toward her slit. Even though she was enlarged, she was very swollen and sore and not very wet. "Where's the baby oil?" I asked looking around. She pointed to the drawer beside her bed and I reached for it, noticing the giant cucumber was in there as well. I smiled. "Couldn't bear to part with it, eh?" I said waving it under her nose. "I guess you enjoyed this thing too much." "NO!" she nearly yelled. "I don't know where to throw it away without Grammy finding it." "Don't get rid of it, keep it and when you're feeling better, we'll use it again. I think it was fun, don't you." The look on her face was priceless and I couldn't help laughing. "Jake, you're, uh, not serious, are you?" "No, slut, I'm not. You're hole is so stretched out by this thing my cock is too small for you now. For you to even feel anything we'll have to find something bigger. A lot bigger." Her eyes grew to the size of saucers at my last statement. "Just kidding," I assured her but kept the thought in the back of my mind. "Oil my cock," I said waving it at her. Thirty seconds later it was slick and shiny as I directed her to guide it to her distended pussy. She let out a whimper as the crown slipped inside and I stopped, allowing her to get used to it. She was tighter than last night, but nothing like before. It's incredible the damage one over-sized object can cause to a tight pussy. I bottomed out just as my pubes touched her skin. When we first started fucking, I could hardly get half of my cock inside of her and now her pussy swallows the whole thing. What a slut! I began moving back and forth, savoring the sensation of her warm, wet hole. She grunted a few times before pushing on my chest. "Jake, you promised we wouldn't have sex," she moaned. "Shut the fuck up and take it like a whore!" I grunted, stabbing harder into her. So far no matter what I did to her she always forgave me and since I did "save" her from certain death by cucumber, she owed me this. The bed squeaked and the frame occasionally bumped into the wall as my tempo increased. Between her moaning and my groaning I wasn't paying attention to how loud we were and before long I was too far gone to care as I callously pounded my swollen cock into her over and over again. Her body remained ridged and stiff until I could no longer hold out and pumped another load of cum into her. Slamming it in as hard and as deeply as I could, my cock exploded, sendng multiple wads to the very depths of her pussy. Sweating and panting, I remained on top of her for a few seconds until my cock stopped twitching and I was spent, for now. The jiggling of the door knob shocked me into reality. "Annabel, are you alright?" Rebecca called from the hallway. "Why is this door locked?" she added jiggling the knob again. "Annabel, open this door this very instant!" Leaping from bed, I tripped on my own pants and fell with a thud, knocking the air out of my lungs for a few seconds. Annabel was freaking out and had a look of sheer terror on her face. "Open the door and don't do anything stupid!" I said pulling my pants up and rolling under the bed. The damned thing was only about eight inches off the floor and I struggled to get under it, holding my breath as I wiggled out of sight. Looking under the bottom of the blanket I noticed her discarded panties balled up just at the edge of the bed. Quickly I snatched them, tucking them in the corner just as the door opened. "Why on Earth is your door locked?" Rebecca blurted out as she barged into the room in a huff. "I'm sorry, Grammy, I must have locked it by mistake." "Who's in here with you?" she asked opening the closet. Shit, if she looks under the bed I'm doomed. "In here? No one but me, why?" "I heard noises and talking. It sounded like a man's voice." "A man's voice? No, Grammy, it was just me, I promise." "Don't lie to me, Annabel!" she barked standing almost toe to toe with her. I silently prayed that Annabel wouldn't back down. Standing next to the bed, I could see Annabel's heels and her grandmother's toes just inches from hers. Something else that caught my eye was the slow fluidic leak pooling between her feet. A murky, syrupy slime fell to the ground every few seconds, creating a half dollar-size pool right in the center where she stood. My cum was dripping out! "I... I'm not, I swear," she muttered. I could hardly breathe, not just because of the suspense of what would happen, but the boards supporting the box spring was pressing into my chest. It almost felt like I was in a coffin and if I was discovered, it might as well be one. "Are you feeling better?" she asked changing the subject. "A little." "Get dressed and come out to help me clean up. I'll do your chores outside today and you work on mine," she said turning to leave. From the door she stopped and faced her granddaughter. "And don't ever lock this door again." Leaving, she didn't shut the door all the way and I stayed hidden for a few minutes. Annabel sat on the bed, adding to my distress of not breathing before she spoke. "She's gone." "I would bet on it," I whispered. "She's probably in the hall waiting to see if anyone comes out of hiding. She knows I was here so we need to be more careful." "I told you we'd get caught." "Just do what your grandmother said and get dressed. I'll wait here until you leave to make sure the coast is clear. "Jake, that was really scary and I don't wanna do that no more." "A minor setback, we'll just have to be more careful. Now go so I can get out from here!" Nothing else was said as I remained quiet until she left, closing her door. Like a thief in the night I slipped back through the window, keeping close to the house while running to join the others in the field. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I drew closer. The rush from it was exciting but I don't think I want another close call like that again. Lunch was nothing more than soup and sandwiches and I fought not to look at Annabel. I wanted to make sure everything was okay with her grandmother but didn't want to risk letting on to what we were up to. I did catch one glance but quickly turned away. At 10:45 I made my way to the river and waited for an hour before heading back to the house. I had a feeling that she may not come and for one felt lonely. I guess having a steady supply of snatch gives you a false sense of security. I went to her window and found her room dark. "Annabel," I whispered. I repeated her name and stood in silence as no sounds came from inside. Pulling out a dime I tapped on the glass a few times, hoping to wake her if she was sleeping. Staring into the darkness a face suddenly appeared scaring the shit out of me. It was Annabel half asleep. "What do you want?" she mumbled rubbing her eyes. "Why didn't you meet me at the river?" "Why? We already had sex today." "I'm coming inside," I said pushing the curtain aside. "You better not, we might get caught again." "We didn't get *caught* and everyone's asleep." "Jake, I'm scared paw-paw will find out." "We'll have to be quiet," I said sliding through the window. She didn't look sexy at all. That ugly nightgown, her hair in disarray, no makeup and dark circles under her eyes almost made me want to turn and run. Almost. I kissed her, sensing that she forgot to brush her teeth before bed but didn't make an issue of it. I was there for pussy and the smell of her breath didn't matter. We fucked on the floor, avoiding the noisy bed this time and I had her suck me clean. She was becoming an obedient whore, many thanks to her overbearing grandfather. While having sex, a few random sounds were made, but nothing too loud as we were both worried about waking the others. It wasn't until I reached for my shirt and it caught the leg of the flimsy table beside her bed, bringing it and everything on top of it crashing to the floor that I panicked. A glass lamp, a snow globe and a wooden jewelry box can be extremely loud in the still of the night. Grabbing my shoes, I tossed my clothes out the window following quickly, just in case the old man came to investigate. Seconds later her bedroom door flew open with the bastard wielding a shotgun. Dressing in the darkness, hunched just under the window ledge, I watched through the lacy curtains as he questioned Annabel about what happened. Just as fearful of her grandfather, she made up a story of getting up to go to the bathroom and bumped into it. The fucker checked her room anyway, just to make sure she didn't have anyone in there. The breeze kept the fabric dancing and I freaked out as he approached the open window. Dropping to the ground, I hugged the wall, carefully looking up as I saw his face suddenly appear, glancing around into the darkness. Had he looked down, I would have been seen. Holding my breath, I waited an excruciating long minute until he closed and locked the window. Not wanting to wait around, I scampered away, hunched over until I made it around the corner. It was too close for comfort and I needed to figure a way to fuck her when I wanted to without the worry of her grandparents. I was still shaking when I crawled up the ladder to the rickety mattress waiting for me. I needed to do something about this damn bed too. We played it cool the next morning and I smiled to myself when the old fucker toss the shovel my way, grinning his gap-tooth grin at me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted, I had `shit duty'. I waited twenty minutes before Annabel walked from the house toward the chickens. Silently I followed, closing the door behind me. She didn't need to turn around to know who was in there with her. "I told you we would get caught," she said turning to face me. "We didn't get caught!" "Almost did. They know." "Know what? They don't *KNOW* anything. They might suspect, but no one knows anything." "We should stop for a while." "That's not going to happen. We just need to be careful." "That's what you said last night and we got caught. Almost." I went to her, taking her into my arms and kissed her, fondling her breasts in the process. "You don't get it, do you? You're my woman now and I can fuck you whenever I want to. Like right now." "Jake, I..." she never finished as I silenced her with my mouth. Seconds later her blouse was unbuttoned and her soft, alabaster breasts were exposed to my manipulations. I sucked on each of them while sliding the skirt down her slender hips. She didn't fight me, she knew better. Naked, I lifted her onto the ledge and stepped between her legs, unzipping my pants in the process. Nothing was said between us as I fucked into her, sawing back and forth as her body gave mine pleasure. This is exactly what I had in mind when I hatched this plan. I came, shooting as much cum and as deeply as I could into her, hoping to make her pregnant before I left. I'd love to see the look on grandpa's face when a few months after I'm gone she breaks the news to him. I'm sure he'll try and find me, but there's no way he'd be able to. Smiling at the thought, I withdrew, watching a drop of my cum emerge from her reddened hole before dropping to the ground. "Meet me tonight at the river and don't be late!" I warned as I turned to leave, zipping my pants as I walked. I didn't even look at her before slipping from the coop. She was just a cum hole. I already had in mind that night that I would shoot for a record. Seven cums was an ambitious goal especially with as many times as I've cum inside of her lately, but I wanted to try it. Even if I couldn't, I'd give it my best effort. At eleven-ten she showed up. Even with as much as she'd been through, her pussy was still velvety soft with just enough friction to make it enjoyable but loose enough to feel good. She was very wet, either from too much oil or not washing her pussy after we fucked last time. Or perhaps she's starting to get into it and is self-lubricating. I smiled at the thought. Fat chance of that. She's still rigid and tense when I fuck her and aside from the very first night, I don't think she's orgasmed, not that I cared. By midnight I'd pumped four loads of cum into her pussy and she was sucking me hard again. I'd spend another hour or so fucking her before heading off to bed. I felt pretty sure that I could cum four more times by then and break my old record. I smiled listening to the sounds of her sucking and slurping. She'd make a good wife for someone, just not me. Once hard I rolled her over and mounted her like the whore she was. She was slick and gooey inside and her pussy made juicy farting sounds as I thrust in and out of her warm fleshy hole. The thing about country life was the night sounds. I never knew there were so many different creatures lurking about and the babbling of the stream a few feet away made hearing well almost impossible. By then the small fire I made was dying out but was still casting enough light to see a few feet away. I was lost in my own world, steadily fucking into Annabel, poised to drop the fifth load of sperm into her over-filled as my pace became irregular and jagged. She was grunting while my moans of bliss seemed to drown out the night sounds. We could be louder by the river without fear of anyone hearing. Or so I thought. As my cock broke apart, sending round after round of thick, sticky cum into the pit of her womanhood, a bright light from behind me illuminated the area. I never heard a sound and the light was coming from the water, which confused me. Frozen with fear, I remained on top of her, willing myself smaller or far, far away. "What you doing there?" a boyish voice asked. Turning slightly to see over my shoulder, I squinted as the light was right in my face. It seemed unusually high, as if the person holding it was eight feet tall. "I axed you a question." ~~ end of chapter 3 to be continued...