Chapter 6
Fred Dietz came clumping into the house an hour later and threw his sweat-stained hat onto the sofa. He sank down beside it. He bellowed, "Bring me a beer!"
Cathy dreaded getting near him. She gave the soup one last stir, turned down the heat and got a 12 oz. can of beer from the fridge.
As she neared Fred, in the living room, and handed him the beer, she smelled him, rank with sweat and dirt. Sweat glistened in his crewcut hair.
He pulled the tab and swigged long and deep.
"Ahh..." He took another long swig. "That fuckin' bull does that again, I'll shoot his balls off." He laughed. He pulled a large red bandana from a pocket and wiped his face. He turned his attention to Cathy. "Come over here. I wanta feel those tits."
"The soup needs stirring."
"Fuck the soup. It'll wait a minute." He gestured menacingly for her to come to him.
Cathy had to obey. When she got within reach he dragged her down beside him. His hands were under her shirt in seconds, fondling and squeezing her naked breasts. She kept her face down, slightly turned away.
He chuckled with satisfaction and nuzzled her neck. His day-old whiskers sent shivers through-her. Her breasts were heating up, tingling, glowing. Her nipples became hot pebbles under his sly, tickling fingers.
She breathed faster and hated the simmering lust that had bloomed in her belly. She wanted to reach over and feel his cock, to see if it was getting huge and hard. She curled her fingers to fists and kept them rigidly at her sides.
Fred whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna get some food in me, then, I'm gonna get some long and hard meat into you." He laughed and pushed her easily to her feet. "Get my lunch ready." He gave her rump a slap. "I'm gonna wash up."
Cathy went quickly into the kitchen, her loins pulsing with a syrupy heat. She hated herself ... hated her need ... but was eager for what he had promised. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she ladled a big bowlful of thick vegetable soup and made a thick sandwich of cheese, ham and rye bread. She found herself humming as she popped another can of beer for him and set it on the kitchen table. She quickly wiped her eyes as she heard him leave the bathroom.
As he ate, Cathy stood by the sink, nibbling a piece of ham, sipping a beer of her own. There was a roiling weight in the pit of her stomach. She darted nevous glances out of the window. Where was Jerry? Was he creeping up to the house, creeping to beneath the bedroom window, seeking to hear Fred do it to her?
She said, "Why don't you let Jerry go right away? Why keep him?"
"Next two weeks are cabbage harvest time. Need somebody, and good help is scarce. He figured to stay through the cabbages, and I appreciate that. Kid's got some sense of responsibility. That's rare these days."
She bit back words that would have blown the whole situation. Just an hour ago Jerry's rump had been where Fred's plate was now, and she sat in that same chair, sucking Jerry's little cock.
And, in a few minutes...
Fred drank off the last of his third beer. He belched and smiled. He looked over to her and said matter-of-factly, "Get your pants off!"
Cathy bit her lower lip, nodded, and started to leave the kitchen.
"Hold it! Where you goin'? "
"The bedroom."
He laughed and smirked and winked. "Gonna fuck ya here, right on this table. It's just about the right height."
"No! Please, no. Not here!"
"Sure, right here! Because that's what I want, girl, and what I want goes! And you don't start telling me where or when I can stuff your tight little pussy! I'll screw you out on top of the barn at high noon if I take a good strong mind to! You understand that?" His tone was mean.
Cathy nodded, head down. She silently took off her jeans and panties. At his gesture she took off her shirt, too, and stood quivering with shame, totally naked, in the strong sunlight that poured through the windows.
Fred nodded with satisfaction. "You do have a nice little body on you." He pushed the dishes, bowls and empty beer cans aside on the kitchen table. He kicked the chair back. "Get your ass up here now!"
She edged reluctantly toward the table. He cursed, grabbed her, hoisted her up and pushed her down on her back. He pushed her legs up and said, "Keep 'em spread." He dropped his overalls and handled his giant cock in self appreciation for a few seconds. He looked down at himself, grinned, and guided the big, purplish head to Cathy's slit.
She covered her face with both hands, knowing he saw the oozing juices of her wanting and readiness. She gasped as he entered and pushed deep. Her insides seemed to come alive with the monstrous invasion. She could never really become accustomed to the incredible size of him ... the terrifying and wonderful length of him. Each time he came into her body was an experience! Each time she was scared and delighted, amazed and appalled that she could take such a huge cock.
He thrust slowly at first, his hands making soft handfuls of her lovely breasts. He tweaked her hard little nipples and laughed as she gasped.
She hated having him looking down at her with a light on, or in the daylight. He could see her reactions. She couldn't have taken her hands from her face. But she couldn't cover her mouth ... she had to breathe! She needed more and more air. Her body demanded it. The fire in her guts demanded it!
Now, Fred was gripping her narrow waist with his big, calloused hands, and thrusting harder, deeper ... deeper!
Cathy tried as usual to resist the hot, pounding pleasure that pulsed through her guts to the beat of his gargantuan penetrations.
She grunted with the jolting and the battering. The table joints creaked. She sucked air and whimpered and grunted like a satisfied pig as he fucked her.
Her belly muscles flexed and rippled. Her belly bloated and sucked in, as his giant cock slid in and out of her juicy channel, thrusting up to the spasming entrance to her womb.
Cathy fisted her hands, and tried to stuff them into her gaping mouth, to stifle the screams of ecstasy she could not control. Her eyes flicked open but she was unseeing. Her hips jerked in unending greed as he powered his huge organ with smacking, jarring thrusts.
She wasn't aware of his coming, at first. Gradually, she returned to reality in a fizzing tide of slackening rapture to find him slowing, panting, muttering to himself, a lazy, soft smile changing his tough face for a few brief seconds.
Cathy flushed and threw her arms over her face. It had never been so good! She wanted it again. She wanted him to stay and fuck her all afternoon!
Her skin puckered with goose bumps. She wanted to vomit. She didn't understand how she could feel these terribly conflicting emotions at the same time.
She had to do something. She had to get away. She had to end this awful, unnatural relationship or in another month or two she would be unable to make a change. She'd be a total slave to him. She'd have his children. And if one of them was a girl in eighteen years he'd want to break in that child of his. He'd find a way of making it sound right and proper.
"I want some lovin', damn it, and I'll get it! Come in here to me."
Her heart sank. The pit of her stomach turned queasy and her loins turned itchy. She lowered her head and whispered, "Oh, God, help me."
She clicked off the bathroom light and went slowly back to the bedroom. She was wearing her robe.
She wondered if Jerry was crouched outside their window, listening. Did he masturbate while listening?
Cathy slipped off her robe with her back turned to the bed, and quickly slipped, naked, under the covers.
Fred turned off the bedside light. "Yeah, now..." His big, rough, yet gentle hands took possession of her small body. He began licking a nipple, and a finger wheedled its way into her body as her thighs betrayed her by loosening and opening for more.
Cathy watched the half-open window, the curtains puffing from the fitful night breeze, and whispered to Fred, "Where did you get the idea for using the kitchen table like that this afternoon?"
"Jerry tol' me about doin' it that way. Said he had it from a college girl one time at his frat house in the kitchen. Sounded good. like he said, it's just the right height." He squeezed Cathy's left nipple between thumb and forefinger. The sensitive button of flesh flared with hot, itchy pain. He wondered, "What's a frat house?"
In spite of herself, Cathy had to ask, "What else did he say you ought to try?"
Fred chuckled lewdly. "Something I'm just about to test out. He's been around, that kid. They really learn a lot in colleges these days." He laughed.
Cathy lay dreading the next few minutes. "What is it?"
"Well, now, you sit up and rest your head and shoulders on the headboard. Put your pillow behind your head."
Puzzled, she obeyed. "What are you going to do?" She clutched the covers to her. The sheet only barely covered her breasts.
Fred ruthlessly tore the bedclothes from her fingers and flung them to the foot of the bed. He reared up and straddled her slim, naked body. He climbed on top of her chest.
Cathy knew then what he wanted. His huge cock, half-hard, lay on her chest just below her chin. Fred loomed over her. He gripped the top of the headboard. "Gonna fuck you in the mouth, girl. You suck while I fuck." He laughed. "I'm a poet."
She couldn't protest or refuse. He'd beat her. Abuse her. She had her plans and making him mad now, would maybe foul things up. She wanted him exhausted, in a deep, deep sleep, when she made her break.
Cathy grimly determined to let him do this to her. And she would do her best to get it over with as soon as possible. That meant sucking as skillfully and artfully as she knew how.
But she was afraid of him in this position. He could stuff her mouth full of his huge meat and strangle her. She whispered, "Let me use my hands too. It'll be better for you." She squirmed and wormed her arms and hands inside the prison of his knees and thighs.
She grasped his cock and played with it in the darkness, he loomed over her like a black giant. She roamed one hand up onto his washboard-flat, ridged belly. Then down along his corded, thick thighs. In the dimness, she saw him peering down at her. She shrank and curdled in her mind. She begged, "Please don't watch."
"That's half the fun." He jerked his hips slightly. His cock was thrust forward in her hand. "Get it in your mouth. Start sucking!"
Cathy closed her eyes and grasped his long, fat, hard cock with both hands and guided the big head to her lips. She knew he watched, for he pushed and the head and an inch or two more, was thrust into her mouth.
She sucked fervently, using tongue and lips as he flexed his hips and slid the thick, rigid organ in and out, with short strokes.
He hummed with pleasure and muttered and whispered to himself. He reached down and patted the top of her head. "Real Knebel woman..."
It took longer than usual for him to get close to coming. The fuck at lunch had taken the edge off his usual urgency.
Cathy used her hands, too, as he fucked her mouth. She played with his sack and stroked the skin as the shaft moved back and forth.
When his pleasure reached a certain intensity, Fred became careless and greedy for more, deeper pleasure. He began butting his cock to the back of her throat.
Cathy choked and gagged on the bulk, but he didn't stop. Her throat spasmed and somehow it clasped the head of his driving cock, briefly, and he felt it, and wanted to feel it again.
He shoved in until she was choking and pressed more and more until her throat was clenching and flexing, straining for air. He crowed with lust and approaching climax.
Cathy beat at him with her hands, but he was impervious. He pulled out almost all the way, allowing her to get a good, deep breath, and to cough for a second, and then he shoved his cock into her throat again and shouted with pleasure as the convulsing muscles brought him off.
Cathy fought sideways and managed to swallow the jets of semen that inundated her mouth. She sucked his glans with relief, glad, grateful, that he wasn't trying to bury his entire cock in her mouth and throat. She mentally cursed Jerry for his suggesting this to Fred.
Fred pumped the last of his outpouring into her mouth and then sat back on her belly, crushing her into the bed. "That was good, let me tell you. Good! Got to do that a lot!"
"You almost choked me to death!"
"Not-likely. You're still breathin', aintcha? When you start going limp on me and turnin' blue, that's when I'll pull out and let you breathe." He laughed and got off of her. He flopped onto his back beside her. "Shit, that was great!"
Cathy thought to herself, Shit, that was awful! She was even more resolved to leave this night, as soon as he was asleep.
She crawled from the bed, naked, and took up her robe. She went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and gargle. Her throat was sore. She vowed to never, ever let that happen to her again! She'd die before she'd get back into that bed and let him mouth fuck her again. He was just too big to take that way, and he was too selfish and inconsiderate.
Cathy waited in the bathroom a long time.
When she returned, silently, to the bedroom, he was snoring. She went through his pockets and found the pickup keys.
She took a deep, resolute breath. Now or never. There could be no turning back. She took her jeans and shirt and socks and shoes and went down the hall to her former bedroom.
She dressed, picked up her bag, and went silently out of the house.
Cathy walked across the farmyard to the trailer. There was a light on inside. She knocked lightly on the door. Jerry opened the door a crack and then more. He gaped at her. He wore only his briefs. He noticed her small suitcase.
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you for a minute."
He hesitated, then turned away. She climbed up into the small trailer. He had retreated to the bed. He sprawled.
She said, "That was a lousy thing to do . . .tell him how great it is to do it in my mouth!"
Jerry half smiled. "He tried it with you tonight, huh?"
"You know he did. You were listening, weren't you, under the window?"
"No." He nodded at her suitcase. "Going for a long walk?"
"No, I'm taking the truck. I just ... I'm here to see if you want to come along."
Jerry grunted and shook his head. "Two problems. I don't have any money. I have to put in my time and get a final paycheck. And, second, the pickup's got a clogged up gas line, and It'll take me a couple of hours to fix it."
Cathy's heart sank. "No! I don't believe you!" She started for the door.
"Hey, you idiot! Wait a minute! You start grinding that battery down and you'll wake him up. That truck won't start, I'm not shitting you!"
"I don't care! I'm not staying here another day! He might wake up and want ... that again."
Tears coursed down her face. "I HATE HIM! I'd like to kill him like I. . . " Her eyes flared. She went white. " ... like a dog. He's a beast. He's crazy. He's my father, and he ... you know! You put him up to things ... new sex techniques." She picked up a sex magazine and threw it at Jerry, who ducked. "That you see in awful magazines like that! They shouldn't be allowed to be printed!"
Jerry stared at her. "That's crap. I mean, mags like this, they're resented and feared by a lot of people. So, following that lovely reasoning, why not ban anything a lot of people think shouldn't be published ... like crime news. like certain economic viewpoints. like certain blasphemous religious dogmas. like murder mysteries, because a lot of writers work out some pretty ingenious ways to kill their victims, and some ready might try it on a wife or husband or rich uncle. Can you dig that? Or ban books and magazines about wrestling or boxing or self-defense systems. Better yet, ban all information about guns."
"You know what I mean!"
"Sure I do, but you don't. You want to ban a book or a magazine that presents sex and sexual fantasies. Aids to masturbation. Shit, fewer of those sex books sold than the cheapest how-to mystery."
"Oh, I don't care about your awful sex fantasies! I'll bet you never got on top of a girl and pumped in her mouth. I'll bet you were just lying to him."
Jerry said, "No, I've tried just about all the variations of sex. You know, you hear about them, and your girl has, too, so you try them, to see if it's all it's cracked up to be, and you find out if it works for you, if it turns you, or her, on."
"What if it hurts? What if it's dangerous?"
"Then you don't do it, or take precautions. But there are always nuts and psychopaths around who carry things to extremes ... in sex, politics, money ... you name it. A political leader gets wiped out by a bunch of monomaniacal, solipsist, nihilist fanatics and people don't go around beating drums to burn political science texts and jail political science professors and writers."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Cathy was sobbing. "I don't care about any of that! I just think you're contemptible! And I'm leaving."
"Okay, but don't try the truck. Believe me on that, at least."
"Where can I go?"
He shrugged. "Got any relatives?"
"No ... just mother's folks. But. . . "
"Or you could go back to the house, get some sleep, and wait till I fix the truck."
Cathy's skin crawled at the idea of climbing back into that bed ... of enduring Fred's morning pawing.
She shuddered. "No. I won't do it. I'll just walk."
She picked up her bag. "I hope I never see you again!" she said to Jerry as she left the trailer, vindictively leaving the door wide open.