Chapter 3

"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 reached 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.