Chapter 2

"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 about 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 half 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? Do 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