Chapter 5

Next morning, when her father was far out in east forty mending a stretch of fence trampled down by a neighbor's bull, Cathy wandered out toward the barn.

Jerry was lying on a pad under the old Deering tractor, tinkering with its guts.

She wore jeans and a loose plaid skirt. She never wore a bra, anymore. Fred liked to be able to feel flesh when he fondled her during lunch ... or whenever.

She squatted beside Jerry's legs. He saw her, and grinned. She asked, "What's the matter with it this time?"

"Leak in the transmission. Needs a new gasket."

She made a face, imagining Fred's complaints about the cost of parts. "Why don't you cut a new gasket from a piece of linoleum?"

Jerry laughed. "Might have to. It might work."

Cathy watched. She inspected his body. He was a short boy, in his mid-twenties, red hair, gray eyes, stub nose and wide mouth. He wore an old pair of green corduroy work pants with generous patches on the knees. He worked bare chested.

She decided he was attractive, in a plain sort of way. And he was strong. His muscles were well-developed. He was tanned beautifully. Whenever he could he worked in the fields stripped to the waist.

Her eyes drifted to his loins. His soft cock was outlined in his pantsleg. She guessed he wasn't wearing underwear.

She asked, "Why are you really quitting?"

"Want to learn baking. I want to be a jack of all trades. I think being able to do a lot of different things of value will be a great advantage in the depression that's coming."

Cathy shrugged. "Daddy says the farmers've been in a depression for years."

"Um-humm. Because prices the farmer gets don't keep up with the rate the government degrades the money. Politicians have been ripping off the farmers to keep the city consumers quiet. They've been masking the real inflation rate that way."

"I don't know about that." Cathy untied his left boot.

"Hey!" Jerry smiled and kept on working. She walked her fingers up his leg to his knee. "Do you like me, Jerry? I like you."

"Sure." He glanced at her quizzically. "If you let your fingers lead you someplace you might get more than you expected."

She walked her fingers a little farther up his leg. She knew she couldn't ask him to take her with him right away. First she had to hook him, ; and the only way she knew the only thing she ; had to offer was sex. He was a college graduate. She couldn't attract him with her mind.

Cathy replied, "Maybe that's what I want." He chuckled. "I smell an ulterior motive." She couldn't fool him. She didn't have the womanly experience and he'd been around too i much. She decided to simply be honest.

"Jerry, I have to leave. I can't stand it here! I want you to take me with you, when you leave."

"Oh, yeah? Well, I can dig your wanting, but there are problems for me if I do."

"Maybe I can make it worth it." She boldly slid her hand up his thigh and began gently fondling I his cock through his pant leg.

His cock began to lengthen and harden. He I stopped tightening a transmission bolt and watched. "Maybe you can."

Cathy said, "I can." She glanced around the farmyard. She listened and could barely hear the distant thwock ... thwock ... as her father worked on the fence. He was out of sight beyond the barn.

She watched her hand massaging his covered manhood and marveled at herself. Here she was seducing the hired hand in broad daylight. She shivered and avoided his eyes.

She discovered he wasn't anywhere as long or thick as her father. Just from feeling it, hard, in his pants leg. She leaned forward and used both hands to unbuckle him and open his pants.

She had been right in guessing he wasn't wearing underwear. She said, determined, desperate to bribe him with sex, "Lift your hips."

He obeyed, and she pulled his pants down to his knees. His skin below the beltline was pale, white, traced with occasional faint blue veins. His cock was only about five inches long, like a white finger. He hadn't been circumcised at birth, and a sheath of skin pouted open to half reveal the dark pink glans.

Cathy was delighted. It was so nicely formed and ivory tinted. She said, "It's beautiful."

Jerry smiled wryly. "Can't take credit for it."

"I guess not." Cathy smiled shyly and had to force herself to begin playing with it again. She wished it was night ... or that she was under covers. She nervously looked around again. She said, "I guess we're stuck with what nature gives us."

"Some ways, yeah." He watched her play with his cock for a minute. She began pumping him. "You just going to jack me off?'

Cathy asked in a small voice, "What do you want me to do?" She was scared.

"How about sucking me off?"

She paled. "I couldn't do that!" She continued pumping him. His small cock was easy to hold and manipulate. It was very hard now, and seemed to vibrate in her moving hand. The perfect little head appeared and disappeared as she moved the skin up and down.

"We could go inside the trailer for a few minutes."

"No ... I just couldn't ... suck!" she made a face.

Jerry grinned. "No?"

Something in his tone made her look up and meet his gaze. She paled. He knew about Fred and her! She stammered, "What do you mean?"

"Meaning I walk around at night because the trailer's a hotbox until about midnight. Couple weeks ago I accidentally heard you and Fred going at it. The window was open. I didn't look in, but I sat down outside and heard it all."

Cathy stopped handling his cock. She collapsed beside him on the ground. She hid her face and wept. "Ohhhh, God. ... "

Jerry wriggled out from under the tractor. He wiped his greasy hands on a rag and pulled up his pants. "I'm going into the house for a beer. Then I'm going out to help your dad with the fence." He took two steps and turned. "Hey, I won't tell him you want to take off."

Cathy snuffled and slowly got to her feet. "I'll go in with you." She brushed dust from her jeans and shirt.

In the kitchen, Jerry sat on the big, sturdy eating table and looked out at the east forty. Fred Dietz was clearly in sight, digging a post hole.

Cathy wiped her face with a damp towel and stood with her back to Jerry, and she watched her father, too. "Did he ever say anything about it?"

"You wanting to leave?"

"No. What he makes me do at night."

"Not exactly. He hints at it. He shows that big hose every chance he gets and says there isn't a girl around who can resist him, bar none. And he says it like he means even you."

"I hate him!"

"Ummmm." Jerry swigged his can and flicked his gaze over Cathy's body, then out across the huge field to her distant father. "But he turns you on, doesn't her?"

"No!"

"I listened to you two more than once. You're a highly sexed girl. You've just got a hell of a guilt problem."

"I'm not guilty of ANYTHING! I didn't kill my mother, or want her dead! I didn't!" She turned her with him and get away clean.

She muttered, "All right." She pulled one of the old cane-seat wooden chairs around and was about to sit when Jerry motioned her up ... to stand before him. He said, "I want to kiss and play a little, first. We can both watch ol' Fred while we get each I other hot." He unsnapped the front of her jeans and ran the zipper. He hooked thumbs under the waistband of her panties, too, and skinned both garments down over her slim hips, leaving her naked below her skirt.

"Now we open your top." He unbuttoned and spread the shirt. "Very nice little breasts. I like small, stick-out tits like this."

He put his hands on her warm flesh. Cathy tensed for a few seconds at his touch ... then relaxed. He, too, was gentle and knowing. Her nipples popped out, hardened, and tingled. N Jerry pushed her shirt off her shoulders and it slipped down her arms and fell to the floor. She was all but naked, with her panties and jeans bunched at her ankles. She didn't like being exposed like this. She closed her eyes and said, "Keep watching!"

"I am, don't worry." He turned her and said, "Sit on the table beside me." He lifted her.

Cathy opened her eyes and checked on her brother. She closed her eyes again as Jerry bent her and started kissing and licking her breasts hot little nipples. In spite of herself she arched her back and made a small pleasure sound.

"Like that? Mmmmm." He suckled on a nipple and lashed it expertly with his tongue. His fingers kneaded the other nipple ... rolled it ... twisted it teasingly.

Cathy's insides heated and simmered. She felt sticky between her legs. Her naked thighs pressed together and relaxed, pressed and relaxed.

Jerry raised his head and kissed her throat tenderly. She caught her breath with a sudden pang of affection for him.

Then he claimed her warm, pouting lips. His strong hand cradled the back of her head ... his other hand cupped and molded a breast.

Cathy was impelled to seek his cock with a small, questing hand. She found it and played with the head. She used fingertips to gently raise and lower the skin over the glans.

Jerry's tongue invaded her mouth. His fingers dug into her scalp. His hand tightened on her breast. He moaned.

Then his hand left her breast and slid down hen tensed belly to her loins. His fingers explored the sparse blonde fuzz and then pressed down into her crotch. a

For an instant she resisted keeping little thighs closed tight because she was ashamed the stickiness he'd find. But then she surrendered to his tongue and to her own intense sexual needs. Her thighs loosened and parted. Jerry's curious fingers covered her wet slit. His middle finger pressed lightly and her pussy lips seemed to part for it, welcome it, and he tenderly explored the warm, wet valley, seeking first the tiny, hardened pinhead that could bring so much pleasure, then the inner mouth, the opening to her depths.

She quivered when his fingertip eeled over and around her exquisitely sensitive clitoris. She responded to his seeking tongue and fenced, causing even more excitement for them both. Her fingers trembled on his cock. She was breathing faster, deeper. Her nostrils flared.

Cathy felt his finger enter her vagina and sink in, felt his touching the inner folds, the inner surfaces.

She was breathless. She pulled her mouth free of his. She gasped, "Why don't you just. . .put it inside me?" She squeezed his cock. She looked out the window and saw her father still way out there by the fence.

Pounding, thrusting.

Cathy froze as she realized what she was thinking and how strong was her need. No! No! She tore her mouth from Jerry's and turned away, pushing his hand away. She buried her face in her hands, and huddled, shaking, sobbing.

"What's the matter?"

She couldn't tell him.

He waited. He drank the rest of his beer.

She wanted him to go away! But she realized now, even more clearly, that her only hope for redemption and a different life was to get away! And he was her best way out of this terrible way of life.

Cathy shivered with the knowledge that if she stayed with Fred she'd end up worse than he ... a totally depraved, sex-mad slut, slave to his giant cock, slave to her insatiable loins. Maybe there would come a time when he wasn't enough.; Maybe she'd end up the county whore ... a hot-eyed, slovenly, disease-ridden cunt who'd take any man. Anytime. Orgies!

After a moment of snuffling and gulping, Cathy took a deep, shaky breath and straightened up. "I'm sorry. I guess I've been going through some kind of nervous breakdown for a month or so." She slipped off the table and washed her face with cold water at the sink. Fred was still out at the fence line.

Cathy put aside the hand towel and smiled weakly at Jerry. "Where were we?" She boosted herself back into the kitchen table beside him.

Jerry smiled in return and put his hands on her again. . .her breasts ... her open loins. "We all go through changes. You're going through a bunch. Just go with the flow. Certain things have to happen, that's all."

Cathy nodded. She found it easier to touch his cock, to play with it. She really liked him, more and more. "Just like fate."

Jerry shrugged and turned her face and kissed her again.

She enjoyed this kiss. She opened her mouth and took his questing tongue and met it with her own. She welcomed his hand to her hot, slippery crotch, and shivered with pleasure as his fingers stroked up and down in the gooey slit and then went into her depths.

She played with his cock as cunningly as she could, gently, with fingertips, feeling it harden again, become vibrant with the pressure of blood and the thudding of his powerful heart. I They both became oxygen starved and had to break the passionate, deep kiss. Jerry had three fingers into her and was manipulating her tiny, hard pinned clitoris with a knowing thumb. She was trembling, close to an orgasm.

Cathy whispered shakily, "I'll do what you want?"

"Okay. Want to me to finish you this way, first?"

She nodded shamelessly. Yet she felt shame, and guilt. She peeked through almost closed eyelids and made sure her father was still in sight, still far away. Then she gave herself to the lust that had turned her belly and loins to a sweet furnace.

Jerry said tenderly, "Lean back ... lay back on the table." He leaned back with her and cradled her head on his arm. His fingers continued a deep, thrilling, rhythmic penetration. His thumb pressed and moved, circled.

The pleasure deepened, permeated her guts, spread ... became more and more intense. It was a golden, breathless glow. It was urgent and so beautiful. She could just let it happen ... let the pleasure build and build.

Cathy seemed to become more beautiful. Her face radiated the pleasure. She panted. Her stomach tightened ... tensed. Her hands clenched. She had been playing with his cock, but forgot as he orgasm shook her and caused her to give small urgent cries of delight. In the throes of her climax she blindly sought Jerry's mouth for a steamy, moaning kiss.

Then she relaxed. Her stomach quieted. Her thighs quivered and closed on his moving hand. She dropped her head back to his arm and still with eyes closed she smiled. But then her smile faltered and she whispered to herself, half-aloud, "I shouldn't like it so much! It's not. ... "

Jerry laughed. "Sure it is. It's nice as hell. It's good for your body and good for your soul. An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away."

Cathy flushed. "I could have a dozen a day!"

"Okay." He grinned. "Have them. There'll be years when you're eighty-five when you won't have but one a week. It'll even out over your lifetime."

Cathy laughed, delighted with him, for a moment free of guilt and fear and unhappiness. "I like you!"

"I like you." He took his hand from her loins and sat up. He glanced out of the window. "Fred's still out there. We have a few minutes more."

"I know." She sighed and knew she had to suck him off now. And she had to really make him happy. She got off the table and pulled up her panties and jeans. She put her shirt back on. As he had suggested earlier, she pulled a chair around and sat facing the gorge of his white thighs, the small white pole of his cock, the taut, fuzzy sack.

She hitched the chair closer. She leaned. She put her hands on his genitals. She squirmed on the chair, and frowned and couldn't bring herself to lean forward and take him into her mouth. She blinked fast. Her hands clenched.

He was watching her. It was daylight! Even if she closed her eyes he would watch!

She played with his cock and chewed her lips and scowled ... and couldn't do it!

Jerry seemed to divine her problem. He said, "Hand me that apron over there."

Puzzled, Cathy obeyed.

He tied it around his waist. His lap to his knees was covered. His small cock poked up. He lifted the apron from the bottom and said, "Go ahead. This'll cover your head and I won't see a thing."

Cathy felt humiliated in a different way. But she knew it would work. She leaned forward and easily guided his cock into her mouth. The apron settled over her head. She closed her eyes.

She pressed her lips tight around the head and suckled. She felt his naked thighs tense against her shoulders and heard his breathing catch.

She took more cock into her mouth. She was curious to see if she could manage all of it. She took her time, letting her wet lips taste a little more every few seconds, every few sweeps of her lips down the thin shaft.

Jerry appreciated what she was doing. He started moaning and grunting. And when she tried something he especially liked, he whispered, "Oh, yeah ... That's fantastic! Do that more. ... "

Cathy came to enjoy sucking him. When her lips kissed the kinky dark red coils of his pubic hair at the base of his cock, the head was just tickling the back of her throat.

She moved her head up and down slowly, taking all of him, teasing with her tongue, sucking with her cheeks and mouth. She had him squirming after a few minutes. His moans and heartfelt exclamations were constant.

She shivered with a weird delight a power joy. She found she could play his body his reactions, like a musical instrument: this tongue stroke and nibble produced a certain sound from him ... that long suckle and tongue flip produced a different sound ... a twisting of her head and a slow tongue slither the length of his shaft brought still another sound. And there were other moves, uses of her hands and fingers with her mouth and tongue and lips. There were variations.

Cathy became absorbed in her new game and was attempting to wring a scale of sounds from his pleasure-wracked body, when his cock reached a vibrant hardness and his thighs tightened even more, and his breathing was fast, deep.

He gasped, "I'm coming!"

She made the decision without thinking. She kept on sucking, and used his favorite suctioning with tongue strokes technique to make his pleasure all the more intense and exquisite.

She kept her eyes tight closed and tried to think as his cock jerked and leaped in her mouth and his semen spurted and splashed into her throat and caused her to swallow spasmodically.

The convulsive, forced swallowing while his cock was buried in her mouth caused him even more mind-blowing ecstasy. He grunted and howled and sobbed. He jerked and twisted on the table, and hunched over and grabbed her working head with too-strong hands. His fingers clenched in her hair in spite of the intervening apron.

But she liked it! The power to bring a man to this kind of helplessness. To wring such naked cries from him. She was amazed at herself ... and him.

The thick spewings of semen diminished. His cock jerked again and again and only a few more drops emerged. He moaned, "Oh, wow, oh wow. ... "

Then he lifted her head up from his loins. The apron fell back to cover his wet, softening cock. He was smiling, shaking his head in wonder and admiration. "You're really something else, Cathy. That's the best blow-job I've ever had!"

She couldn't meet his eyes for more than an instant at a time. She loved the compliment, but it said she was a depraved woman, a girl with an obscene talent. She stood up and turned quickly to the window. They were still safe. Fred was now carefully stringing barbed wire. She rinsed her mouth and spat.

She said, still looking out, "Does that mean I'm worth taking along?"

"Oh, damned right!" He got off the table and pulled up his pants.

She turned. "When can we leave?"

"Well, you heard me and Fred last night. Two weeks."

"I don't want to wait two weeks! I want to leave now! Tonight!"

Jerry made a "helpless" face and shrugged his shoulders. "I've got to give him time to find another hand. I have my word."

"Would he give you two weeks notice if he was going to fire you?"

"I don't know ... maybe."

Cathy surprised herself with, "Bullshit! You're just chickening out now. You got your suck off and now you don't want to keep your end of the bargain!

"Hey, nothing was agreed!"

"You think you can keep on getting 'the best blow-job' you've ever had every day from now on and then sneak off without me!"

"No! What the hell's going on here? I said I'd take you when I left, and I will! But I've got to keep my other promises, too! You wouldn't trust me two inches if I broke my word to your dad and ran off with your right away."

"Well I don't care! I've got to get away now! He's going to come stomping into this kitchen in a while and want lunch and want to grope me and maybe I hate it! I hate him! I want you to take me NOW!"

"I'm sorry, Cathy. I can't." He was angry. "If you can't hack it around her another goddamned hour, all you have to do is take off. Take a hike. Stick out your thumb. You'll make it. You might have to put out to a couple guys on the way, but you'll make it out of here."

"Thanks a lot! Thanks for the advice! Be a slut."

"Okay, thumb your way and carry a long hatpin. Do you have any money."

"A few dollars."

Jerry shrugged again. "You do what you have to do. I've got to get out there and earn my keep." He turned to the door.

"What a great moralist you are after you've got your boss's daughter to suck you off!"

Jerry started to retort, said "Shit!" and strode out the house.