Chapter 3
Cathy huddled in her room as her father clumped into the house and called for her. She didn't answer.
She heard him walk heavily through the rooms, and finally come to her door. He growled, "You in there, girl?"
She drew her knees up to her chin, chewed her lower lip and watched the door with wide, fearful eyes. She didn't answer.
He tried the door and found it locked. He was enraged. "What the fuck are you trying?" He rattled the doorknob. "Listen here, this is my house! I own it and by God, girl I own you! You don't lock any door against me!"
Cathy flinched as he smashed against the old, frail wood. The ancient lock tore from the wood and Fred Dietz lurched into her small room. He peered into the gloom and saw her cowering on the narrow bed. "You're not sleeping in here no more. You sleep with me, in my bed. You move your clothes into my bedroom."
Cathy swallowed and licked her lips and nodded.
He didn't see her nod. "You hear me."
"Y-yes."
"All right." He was drunk again ... or still drunk. He stood swaying slightly, framed in the doorway by the light from the hall. He squinted at her, grinning.
Cathy could see the long bulge of his cock in his pants. She begged, "Please, daddy, don't ... don't do it to me again."
"Told you I wasn't gonna fuck you again right away. Give you a couple days." But his grin widened and twisted into a leer. "Said I was gonna teach you how to suck me off like your mother used to."
The mention and thought of his dead wife made Fred weep. He turned away. "You come to your right bed now. You took Mary from me. You are going to do for me what she did ... no two ways about it! You're gonna suck me off and suck me off good."
He lurched down the hall to the bigger bedroom. He kicked the half-open door wide and disappeared into the darkness.
Cathy was filled with loathing. Yet she had to obey him. He was a crazy man. Drunk. He'd kill her if she didn't do it.
Her mind was full of sucking images from the porno magazine she'd seen in the trailer. She couldn't do that. She'd vomit. She'd gag.
"CATHY! YOU GET IN HERE TO ME!"
Moaning, stomach churning, Cathy reluctantly slipped off her bed and walked slowly out of the room she would never sleep in again ... out of the innocence of a young woman, and into the bedroom where her father wanted her to perform a disgusting act.
He was struggling out of his clothes. He said, as she entered, "Get naked, girl!"
Numbly, Cathy obeyed. As she drew up over her body the material of her clothing, her naked breasts tingled in response to the enticing feeling of the tickling cloth. Her nipples instantly turned to hot, itchy pebbles. A deep throb echoed in her belly. She bit her lip and tried to deny the sensations she was feeling.
She climbed into the big bed and slipped under the covers. The sheets smelled sour. She automatically made a mental note to change them in the morning. She huddled and waited.
Fred pulled off his torn undershirt, peeled down white briefs, and sat heavily on the bed. He flipped up the covers and rolled in beside Cathy. The springs squeaked with his weight.
He took her into his arms and held her tight against his naked, hard-muscled body. He sighed. "Good to feel a woman against me. Can't do without it."
Cathy was terribly aware of his big cock. It lay pressing against her thigh, a hot snake, alive, slowly thickening, getting longer, moving, throbbing.
But she liked the closeness with her father. The body-length contact, the strong holding of her in his arms. She sighed, then wished this moment would last and last.
He was relaxed. His breathing deepened and became regular. Then he said, "You're going to be a good girl and make daddy happy, aren't you, Cathy?"
She was forced to whisper, "Yes."
"Remember the last time we were close like this? Don't mean this afternoon. Remember when you were about six years old? When Mary was in the hospital with that infection? You slept with me then. You remember that?"
Cathy shook her head. "No."
"We was both scared she wouldn't come back. You saw me naked that time. All eyes, you were. I figured it was okay for you to see a naked man. Part of life. Nothing wrong with that. I didn't touch you any way with sex in mind. Six year old girl!"
Cathy found herself trembling. She couldn't remember. She believed him. But she couldn't remember her mother ever having been sick in the hospital. Wouldn't that "abandonment" by her mother, and seeing her father naked, and sleeping in his bed with him, being cuddled by him ... wouldn't that make an impression? Wouldn't she remember that?
Cathy puzzled over the gap in her memory. But then, Fred shifted to lie on his back. He cradled her shoulders with his right arm. His hand naturally moved to cup her pert right breast, and his fingers, with surprising gentleness and skill, played with the hard nipple.
Her stomach filled with dread. The sex part was starting.
"Play with my prick!" he said.
Cathy moved her left hand and found the long, rubbery organ. Touching it and handling it wasn't as repellent or as disturbing as before. The size of it didn't terrify her. She had had it all in her. All of it!
She fingered the head and traced the edges of the circumcision. She trailed fingers along the length, and slipped her hand around the thickness and slowly pumped it.
It was strange and somehow nice, to have control over this huge center of her father's life. This massive cock.
"That's good, he said, satisfied, "just like Mary, you got a sweet touch."
His cock was very hard now. Throbbing strongly, pulsing in her soft grip. Doing this was such an alien thing for her ... her father. But Cathy was enjoying it, yet not admitting it.
For a few more minutes she handled the huge, hot, hard cock, explored its surfaces and contours with curious fingers, and became lost in a sensual reverie as his fingers continued to caress her left breast and toy with the burning nipple.
Then, he said huskily, "Now you start sucking it, girl. Move yourself down and start using your tongue."
Cathy swallowed a sudden accumulation of saliva. "Please, daddy . . .can't I just. . .just do you with my hand?"
"Nope! Don't want no hand job. Go on, now." His strong arm urged her downward, under the covers. His voice edged with lust and threat. "You start sucking!"
She made a face but yielded to his forceful pressure. She whimpered complainingly and pulled the covers over her head. She wormed lower along his body. She shifted hands and took hold of his monster cock with her right hand. She twisted to face his cock.
There is a special kind of privacy under the covers. . .warm, cozy, silent, like another world. Cathy was grateful for the privacy. She couldn't have done it with him watching.
In the total darkness ... with the sheet and weight of blankets pressing comfortingly against her body ... Cathy guided the long, thick shaft 'til the head was very close to her lips. She could smell his cock ... it stank of his sweat and of his juices from fucking her earlier.
She heard his angry, impatient command through the muffling covers: "Get to it! Suck, damn you!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Had her mother really done this and liked it? Cathy tentatively extended her tongue and touched it to the swollen glans. She licked ... it tasted ugly, but she knew she dare not stop.
She licked all around the head. Her eyes were closed in the darkness. The air was getting stale. She thought to pump the long, thick shaft as she licked. Hoping that would make him come quicker.
Then a sickening thought: Will he squirt all over my face? How awful and messy!
Making a face, Cathy obeyed. The big glans were clean from her tongue and tasted only rubbery. She took him literally and did suck his cock ... as if it were a big piece of chocolate.
To her surprise he groaned with obvious pleasure. His cock stiffened even more, and his body shifted, turned on his hip toward her. "That's it, girl! Suck! Yeah! You're learning, all right!"
She liked his praise. She liked his reactions. She put both hands on his cock and held it and sucked harder. It throbbed so! She felt his strong muscles against her belly tighten. He was so restless. He was breathing differently now.
All because she was sucking him!
He was like a puppet dancing at the end of his cock ... and she controlled his cock.
She began to see why her mother had liked to suck. It gave a woman an enormous power.
Cathy had to send an arm to the edge of the covers to lift them, so she could get some fresh air under the tent-like structure the bed covers formed. Then she concentrated more fully on the task of sucking her father's enormous cock.
She began to experiment a bit. She rotated her tongue in different ways. She stroked his cock as she sucked. She took the head deeper into her mouth, far back, until she gagged and had to retreat.
Boldly, she used one hand to play with his sack. She explored his genitals in the dark world under the covers, learning, marveling.
She learned physically and emotionally. And she sucked! She sucked! She knew he was getting close to coming.
Fred Dietz was in heaven. His hips moved in automatic coital thrusts, driving his cock into her mouth. He groaned and panted. He cursed with pleasure. He muttered, "Just like your mother . . .first time out she took to sucking like a calf to the teat..."
Cathy knew he was going to squirt his stuff in a minute. In her mouth. That thought made her for me, and you're gonna do it as good as she did it, whenever I want you to do it! There are no two ways about it. That's the way it is gonna be! So, now you start sucking!
Cathy snuffled and swallowed snot and made faces ... and asked pleadingly, "Will you p-put the covers over me again? I can't do it if you watch."
"This time. Next time it's out in the open, so I can see. Seeing it done gives me a charge. None of this hiding like a baby next time."
Cathy could only nod miserably. When he flipped the covers over her he muttered, "You swallow, now. Hear me?"
"Yes." In the welcome darkness, she obediently filled her mouth with his cock. She closed her eyes tight and tried to think of something else ... anything but what she was doing and what was about to happen.
She unconsciously resumed the delicate tongue-strokes and hand strokes and gentle suckings that had wrung such heartfelt groans of pleasure from him. In spite of herself, she wanted the power back, the subtle control.
Cathy hated the prospect of his stuff shooting into her mouth. But if her mother had done it ... a lot ... and if most women did it for their men ... It couldn't be all that terrible. Could it?
She felt his ecstasy approaching. He went right out of his mind. He was panting, groaning, almost incoherent with the pleasure her mouth and tongue and hands were giving him.
His cock became absolutely enormous. It seemed to thud with the power of his heart, with the pressure of the blood that engorged it. She could only get the plum-like head and a few inches of shaft into her mouth. But she knew instinctively that those were the most important inches.
Her father gave a curious, high-pitched cry, like a wounded pig. His cock leaped, pulsed, and a thick jet of syrupy fluid splashed into her throat.
Cathy froze for an instant. She gagged, then had to swallow. His cock erupted again and again, spewing the stuff over her tongue, everywhere in her mouth.
Her father yelled frantically, "DON'T STOP SUCKING!"
He hit at her through the covers.
Jolted, in a kind of daze, in shock, Cathy sucked on the now drooling head, which nestled deep in her mouth. She swallowed again and again, as the stuff accumulated and triggered the reflex.
The bed shook as Fred Dietz thrashed and howled. His hips jerked ruthlessly, pounding his long meat against the clenching resistance of her palate and throat.
Cathy's mind blurred. She held on to his giant shaft with both hands and kept the head and more in her mouth. She kept it from going too far in, and she sucked and sucked, and wondered dimly how long he could come. How much stuff was in him that she had to swallow.
Then it was over. Fred quieted. He stilled. His cock no longer drooled in her mouth. But she kept on sucking the shrinking organ until he said weakly, "Okay, okay, that's enough girl."
Cathy lay under the covers, breathing deeply, one hand still holding his shrinking, softening cock. She was deep inside herself, tasting what she had swallowed, comparing it to other tastes, thinking about sucking.
The stuff was soapy and salty. Not any worse than the gunk she swallowed automatically, without thinking, when she had a head cold and her sinuses drained into her throat.
And, how her dad had liked it, wow! The sucking. How he had thrashed about and made weird noises when he came. It was kind of funny. She smiled in the private darkness. Just put his cock in your mouth and do certain things with your tongue, and a man jerks and moans and shoots.
Cathy wondered if Jerry would react the same way? She pursed her lips and considered.
Fred said, "Come on out from under now. No reason to hide any more." He sighed. I am wiped out for a while, now, he thought. He laughed, then sighed. "Girl, first time out of the chute and you damn near matched Mary. You got natural sucking talent. You sure as hell are a Knebel girl. Got that sex know-how straight-from your mother."
She crept out from under the covers. She noticed how softened the lines of her father's face were. He lay limp, on his back, hands locked behind his head. He was smiling at her.
Cathy protested, "Mother never told me anything about doing ... how to do things like that."
"She didn't have to. It's in your blood. Just like a bird knows how to make a next, you Knebel girls just automatically know how to do a great fuckin' and suckin'. "
Cathy frowned. "What did I get from you, then?"
Fred grinned, "Not sure yet. We'll just have to wait and see. You're just a young woman. Man, I got years and years of sweet bed times coming to me."
Cathy made a face. Fred didn't see her swiftly passing expression. One thing she wasn't going to do and that was stay on this farm and work like a drudge all day and give him sex at night whenever he wanted it!