Caleb Comes to Town

Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 1 – Caleb Picks up Supplies

Caleb was making his semi-annual trip to town. Twice a year he drove into the little town in his huge truck to pick up six months of supplies, take a gander at humanity, and then he would return to his remote farmhouse. His trip always followed the same pattern. First, was a stop at Ray's Café to have breakfast. It was the only business that would be open at 5:00 a.m. Caleb always had the same meal – three eggs over medium, a rack of sausage, six pieces of toast and two servings of biscuits and gravy. Then he would conclude with a slice of apple pie. People were no longer surprised at his breakfast, he had been doing it twice a year for twenty years. Caleb was a big man – big head, big hands, big body. A new waitress waited on him this particular morning. She didn't know it, but he was smitten. Her nametag identified her as 'Heide'. She was a big-boned Swede – quite attractive despite the size of her body. She was twenty years old, blonde(of course), with hair pulled back into two pigtails. The café owner, Ray, always made his waitresses wear incredibly short skirts – he knew it helped augment the breakfast trade. Her skirt revealed substantial thighs that, although large, did not carry an ounce of fat. In reality, her legs were quite shapely – simply large – and creamy white as befit someone of her heritage. Her breasts were very large – at least 'D' cups. She had broad shoulders that led up to a face that could have been that of a Scandinavian angel. Her waist was not small, but small enough to give her a nice hourglass figure. As she walked away after taking his order, she demonstrated a broad ass that moved just right. Caleb could not take his eyes off of her. He was 6'4" tall and he judged her to be at least 5'10" tall. A plan began developing in his mind.

Caleb finished his shopping – loading the back of his large truck to the brim with supplies, seed, tools, and lots of beer. Caleb liked Budweiser and he liked it in large quantities. Yet, he had never been inebriated. He never walked fast but always with a purpose that showed no hesitation or wavering in his objective.

When Heide walked out the back of the café at 2:00 p.m., she was thinking only of going home and relaxing. She never knew what hit her. Caleb was behind the rear exit door and he made one swipe with his muscular arm, driving his forearm directly into the back of her head. She fell like an ox. He threw her onto the floor of his pickup and slowly, deliberately put the truck in gear and drove to his home.

His home was a two-hour drive from town, located deep in the woods. People knew not to trespass on his land – he could be vicious when his territory was invaded. He was always left to his own devices and that's the way he preferred it.

When Heide regained consciousness she found herself in some sort of a farm outbuilding. She was standing naked between two pillars made of old timbers. Her arms were tied to each timber, keeping her upright. Her only garment was a livestock collar around her neck. Her head was throbbing from the blow he had delivered. She saw him standing about six feet in front of her and she was terribly afraid. He showed no emotion as he examined her as though she were a recently purchased farm animal. She started to speak and he held his index finger up to his lips to signal her to be quiet. Somehow, the look in his eyes told her she better obey. Her mouth clamped shut. He walked up to her, took each index finger, stuck them into each side of her mouth and spread her mouth wide and open. His fingers were strong and heavily callused.

She squirmed but she did not try to evade his intrusion. He moved his fingers back in forth in her mouth to reveal her teeth and gums. He bent down and eyed these with great interest. When he finished he removed his fingers and wiped her saliva on the side of his overalls. He then felt her huge breasts. Her breasts were big but his hands were bigger. His hands made each breast completely disappear. His hands squeezed each melon gently – surprisingly tender for a rural man with such big hands. He hefted the tits up and down as though he were judging their weight. They were heavy but they were fairly perky – youth did have its rewards. He traced the tips of his fingers around each large, deep red areola and just barely stroked the base of her large nipples. They immediately sprung to attention from his touch. She felt a wave of sadness roll over her as she realized her body was betraying her by letting her nipples become erect at his touch. She figured she was going to be raped but she didn't want to do anything to encourage him.

His hands moved down to her flat stomach and lingered at her navel. His finger probed her belly button, pushing it in and then moving out quickly to watch it rebound. He was especially entranced by her pubic hair. He loved the look and feel of a woman's bush. He slowly raked the fingers of one hand through her hair and watched the blonde kinky curls make way for his large fingers. He never touched her pussy. That would come later. Then he placed each hand around her sturdy right thigh and felt the muscles rippling beneath the skin. She had good legs. He repeated this with the other thigh.

Slowly he arose and walked behind her. This made her exceedingly nervous. Somehow, it was better to be able to see him when he fondled her proud body. His hands first rested on her shoulders and then worked their way down her straight back. Then, his hands lingered on her large butt. It was a good butt! He felt each cheek from several directions as though he wanted to memorize every contour. His hands moved under each cheek and hefted them up and down in a motion similar to what he had done with her breasts. It was as though he wanted to also judge the weight of these large orbs. Then his fingers went between each cheek, deep into her ass crack. He slowly separated the cheeks until her beautiful ass hole was winking directly at him. The hole was shut tightly but he knew he could do some readjustment to this attitude with the proper training.

He stood and walked around to the front of her and stared at her for the next twenty minutes. Somehow, this was worst then being touched by him. She could see that his mind was turning over and thinking some horrible thoughts. Then, finally he moved. She wished he hadn't. He lowered each strap of his overalls and let them fall to the floor. Then he slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt, slipped it off and let it fall to the floor. He stood before her in a full set of long johns. These he unbuttoned slowly, revealing a huge chest that was covered with thick black hair. As all the buttons became undone she saw that he had a fairly large stomach but one without fat. Now his long johns also fell to the floor. He was naked! It was a horrible sight!

She was not a virgin. She had seen naked men before. But – nothing like this! His dick was a giant fence post – circumcised, long, and huge. It was completely erect and the giant purple head seemed to be pointing directly at her face – with his piss slit seeming to wink at her in anticipation of things to come. His dick had to be ten inches long and four inches in diameter. It perched above balls that looked like huge, hairy grapefruit. They hung low as though their weight was trying to pull them to the floor.

Now she was frightened. He said nothing, turned, left his clothes in a heap and slowly walked away from her. Somehow she couldn't take her eyes off of his retreating butt. It was quite flat with large tufts of hair sprouting from the lower part of his crack. She didn't know why the thought came to her mind but, nonetheless, all she could think of was, "this guy has a hairy asshole!"

Just as Caleb was about to exit the door that was directly in front of her, he stopped and turned so that she could see his profile silhouetted in the frame as the sun beamed through. His profile was of a tall, strong, somewhat round-shouldered man with no fat – sinewy and, somehow, evil. His dick protruded firmly from his torso. He took his left hand and held his dick so that it was in plain view to her and then he began pissing a solid, yellow, satisfying stream. She could not believe it! She had seen dicks, she knew they pissed, but she had never seen one actually doing it. Somehow, his lack of modesty was completely degrading to her. Even worse was the sound splattering on to the wall and the floor. In revolting curiosity she watched the thick stream emanate from his dick, do a ninety-degree twist and gush onward and outward. He seemed to piss forever! Finally it quit with yellow droplets still seeping from the slit. Then, to her astonishment, he shook his dick firmly, the head wobbled up and down as though on ball bearings, and a myriad of piss drops sprang from the head – seeming to go everywhere. She didn't know men did that! It wasn't knowledge that she necessarily wanted to acquire.