The town of Billford, Texas might be small but it sure could throw one hell of a Saturday night dance. That's what everyone said from the other small towns nearby in the prairie belt where nothing, absolutely nothing, was done but cattle raising. Some people bragged that this area was the last remnant of the “wild west,” others claimed there was no “wild west” left, and this controversy never failed to start at least one fight at the Saturday night Billford Dance. It attracted all the cattle-workers, feeders, pen keepers, railroad herders, truck drivers, slaughterers and packers-and they all proudly referred to themselves as “cowboys.” Old men, young men still in high school, wives, daughters, children and grandmas made the Saturday night at Billford a tradition where they danced to the whining strains of blue-grass “stomping” music and drank from the long bar until the few coy-white under-thigh to gaze at. “Seen little David?” the leering creep asked. Dorothy shook her head and said nothing. But Vic giggled again and added, “Shit, he's not here, is he?
I thought he'd be home playing his toot-flute like a good little boy!”
“Yeah!” Len guffawed. “He sure loves playing that flute! Hah!
You'd think he didn't have another one!” Vic loved it and started laughing. “Hell, sure he's got another flute! His skin flute! Only problem is he don't know what it's for!” “No waste!” added Len.
“No girl'd want him anyway!” “You guys make me sick,” said Dorothy with distaste. She hated it when they picked on David, made fun of him because he wasn't a crude rough-and-tumble jerk like they were. “Hey, come on guys,” said Ted. “Don't get Dottie all angry and worked up now.” Vic shut up immediately. But not Len, he never was too quick. “Okay, we'll leave getting her worked up to you,” he mumbled. Dorothy could feel Ted's body grow tense. Ted might be a big, thick-headed cowboy but there was one thing he didn't like, dirty talk in front of ladies. She leaned close to his large, hard shoulder and blew a kiss at his face. He calmed down, he knew it would be bad taste to pound his fist into the face of his girl's own brother, even if he was only a stepbrother. As she leaned Len was thrilled. Her legs opened and at last he saw deep between the flawless curves of her thighs. His eyes captured a quick glimpse of white undies choked up tight around the full tissues and soft hair of her crotch. The folds of her round buns were squashed below the mellow hump like two serving trays presenting a delicious fruit. Dorothy sat back up and closed her legs. She could see the redness of Len's face and knew what he saw but ignored it. If she said anything it would start a brawl; the best thing to do now would be to get Ted on his feet and outside. It wasn't difficult, all Dorothy had to do was slip her hand behind Ted, find the round firmness of his jutting rump and give it a pinch. He smiled and swaggered to his feet. “Come on, babe,” he said. “It's time to get outta here.” As they walked across the dance floor to the exit Len and Vic watched the tantalizing toss of her short skirt pitching with the lift and fall of each full, proud cheek of her ass. The skirt ended at mid-thigh, and Dorothy's supple, curvaceous legs glowed with well-scrubbed enticement.
“Man, she's got some body,” Vic remarked. “That Ted is one lucky fella to be climbing into something like her,” Len said through clenched teeth. “You think he's fucking her?” Vic asked.
“Ted? Shit, yes. Ted won't have nothing to do with a broad unless she puts out.” “Lucky fucker.” Len closed his eyes as Dorothy and Ted went out the door. “I sure wouldn't mind having a girlfriend built like that.” “There ain't one within a hundred miles,” Vic said. “But I tell you, I sure would like to poke it inside her.” Len opened one eye. “What the fuck you saying? She's your stepsister, you can't go fucking her,” he teasingly said. “Hah!
Just give me the chance!” Vic answered. “It don't matter anyway, her being a stepsister, she's not a blood relative. It's not like incest.”
“Still…” whispered Len. His brother was taking him seriously.
Vic looked Len in the eye and said, “You telling me you'd throw her out of bed just because our father married her mother?”
“Well…” “Suppose he hadn't? Would you toss her out then?”
Len's other eye opened. “No, I guess not.” “Then what's the difference? Shit, you can even marry a stepsister! There ain't nothing wrong with it, I tell you.” Len shrugged. “Well, I guess if I had the chance to fuck her I'd be a fool not to. She's sure got a body I wouldn't forget very soon, nice legs, bit tits, curvy ass and a nice, puffy cunt.” “How do you know that?” Vic asked. Len's eyes closed again and he sat back with a smug look. “I just know, that's all.” “You asshole.” Once they were outside the fresh air did a lot to revive Ted's drooping eyelids. “Come on,” he said. “Let's put the top down on the car and drive over to the lake.” It took only minutes to lower the convertible top on his Chevy and they were off. The lake was a pitiful sight, flat, surrounded by mud and sparse growth. The tracks of the few cattle allowed to graze on their own dotted the muck, but in the moonlight these details were obscured. Ted parked on a slight rise to the side of the lake where they could see the sparkling reflection of the mid-summer moon. “Water level's low,” he commented. Dorothy wasn't concerned with irrigation levels however, she knew why they were there. This was the same place they had parked eight months ago when she let Ted screw her for the first time. She had been a virgin until then and on that one beautiful night she threw all her hopes and dreams up to him. She didn't really know what she had expected. Her father dead only six months, and already her mother had announced plans to marry Jake Holloway, graduation was coming, she just wanted a man, a strong man like her father, to take her away from all the heartbreak and confusion. Ted was the strongest man around, that was fine, but the feeling of loss and futility still existed now, after eight months. There was no chance to get away… especially with Ted. His muscular arm circled her slender shoulders and pulled her close. “Soon as I get enough money ahead I'm buying some of this land and start my own operation,” he said as his mouth came down to meet hers. Their lips came together softly at first. Dorothy's tongue slid out to greet his. Ted's hot, thick tongue plunged deep inside her mouth and scooped at the sweetness of her tasty saliva and the lips crushed hard against each other. With a low groan Dorothy arched her back and pressed into him until the ends of her pointed breasts crushed against his chest. His arms engulfed her, brought her in even tighter, hugged the soft limberness of her fresh body into the power of his. Dorothy was wrapped in a sheath of strong, protective muscle as Ted's hands slid slowly down the curve of her back to press into the pliant meat of her rump. She kept one hand moving across his broad back, caressing down to his waist and back up.
She didn't want to appear too eager. To her dismay, Dorothy had learned that Ted equated eagerness with looseness, that he felt aggressiveness on the part of a woman was unladylike, something only prostitutes and easy girls practiced. The most she could get away with was an occasional pat on the rear, like at the dance. Ted's fingers dug deeply around and under her curving buttocks to work the fabric of her skirt up and away, then he felt the soft slickness of the satin undies. They were cool, smooth, and fully packed with even cooler and smoother flesh. He liked Dorothy, liked her a lot. She wasn't like the other girls around town, she had class. As his fingers caressed across the satin-covered slope of her melonlike buns Ted recalled the only time she had reminded him of the less appealing girls in town. That one night after they had made love she was stroking his cock; that was okay, stroking his pecker like it was made of gold. But when she leaned her head down and kissed it he stiffened; then she tried to suck it into her mouth. Ted stopped her. “You don't want me to?” Dorothy asked. She seemed hurt, rejected. Ted said, “No. You don't have to do nothing like that to show me you like me. I'm happy with everything we've done so far.” She never tried it again and Ted decided she was just making an effort to please him, misguided as it was. After all, the girl was a virgin before she met him, everything she needed to know he would teach her. And Ted wanted to teach her right because he had big plans for this beautiful girl, lifelong plans. He slid his hands under the elastic band of the undies and felt the incredible softness of her bare rump. They were like two big lumps of bread dough, firm and tender. The deep, warm crack between the mounds was like a channel to guide his fingers down deep until he could feel the sweltering heat of her crotch.
Dorothy's breath was rasping in her throat, she was dying to feel his fingers dig far inside the crack of her ass, to feel them probe at her anus, puncture inside the tight little hole and twirl her asshole into oblivion. But led never touched her there, no he went straight for the hole that counted. Counted for him. “Oh, Ted…” she sighed in his ear as she felt the fingers touching at the bottom of her wet, drooling pussylips. “Yeah, baby, oh yeah,” he answered.
He was twisting now, rolling her onto her back and sliding his hand up under the skirt to pull the satin briefs down her long, limber legs. In the moonlight he saw the sparkling whiteness of her flawless thighs, the cap of light blond hair crowning her crotch, a quick glimpse of the red gash yearning so furiously for the fill of a hard cock. After dropping the underpants to the floor of the car Ted's hands moved up to the buttons of her white blouse. She lay there, her chest heaving with hot breath as he undid them one by one. Dorothy had been tempted to go to the dance tonight without a bra, but at the last minute decided against it. She wasn't sure how Ted would react, how he'd classify her behavior. He parted the blouse to each side and gazed down on the massive cones of white on her chest. Underneath were two of the biggest, firmest tits he'd ever touched in his life. When he and some of the guys drove the seventy five miles to Meehanville where they had the topless shows he hadn't once seen a pair of tits as nice as Dorothy's. She arched her back and closed her blue eyes as Ted fumbled underneath and undid the bra. It went loose but didn't fall away, the cups just sat on top of the billowing breasts. Like he was opening a birthday present Ted lifted the halter and viewed the pink-nippled melons underneath. He swallowed, they were beautiful. And with each breath the meaty piles wiggled slightly, the soft, relaxed nipples were like two eyes staring back at him. He pressed his face down to rest on one of the downy pillows and kissed the silken skin. Goosebumps formed on her flesh under his lips as he nibbled and sucked up to the waiting, burning nipple. “Yes, oh yes, Ted,” Dorothy sighed. Ted knew she loved having her tits eaten, that's why he saved them until after getting her pants off.
Just from having her nipples bitten and sucked she went crazy, started gasping and grabbing out for him like a little demon, that's why he wanted everything out of the way downstairs… so he could get his cock in there right away while she was cooking. His tongue licked across a nipple and it instantly puckered into a crimson knot. He circled it with his lips and sucked up hard, felt the surrounding flesh ease inside his mouth, felt it grow with intense heat and passion. While working at her nipples he used his hands to undo his steer-head belt buckle and open his pants. With a minimum of fumbling he pushed the jeans down and exposed the red-headed root between his legs. Dorothy knew what he was doing and wanted to help, wanted to caress the cheeks of his ass and reach down to clamp a tight fist around his hot cock. Then stroke it, slide her fingers all over it until it burst with fire, pump the big hose until it gushed the white cream all over her. But not yet. His mouth was traveling from breast to breast, nipping, sucking, licking the tits into a frothed, hot pile of thrashing flesh. She kept heaving the breasts up to his face, smothering him with soft meat, goading him on and on. Finally he did it, he bit one nipple very hard. “Uuuuuugh…” Dorothy groaned. She twisted, wrenched her hips, slithered under him like a trapped reptile. He bit again and she knew she could now get away with limited aggressiveness. Her hands scratched at his back and came down to rest on his bare rump. He jerked slightly when feeling her touch but didn't do anything to discourage her. She brushed her fingers across the hairy mounds of his ass and down to the well-muscled back of his thighs. She's really turned on now, Ted was telling himself. She's grabbing my ass, begging to feel me inside her. But he waited, he wanted to work her up real good and hot.
Dorothy cautiously moved a hand from his hip and stroked his belly, smoothed the fine hairs, moved closer and closer to his hard, exposed cock. Then she did it, she no longer cared what the hell he thought, she reached out and circled the base of his large cock with her hand. He jerked again, shuddered with delight. Dorothy held tight and slowly stroked up and down. Then his hands were back to her crotch, the large middle finger was teasing at the tight lips of her wet cunt. He pushed the folds of skin back and felt the hot juice drip from the crack before slipping the finger inside. He put it deep, way inside the burning hug of the hole. “Oh! Ted! Teddy!” she cried.
Dorothy only dared to call him “Teddy” at moments of high passion.
He felt the grasping slickness inside her, the trembling muscles of her cunt walls, the tremendous heat, and he stabbed his finger in and out with greater and greater speed. Juices drooled from her hole down to coat the cheeks of her ass and soak into the fabric of the auto seat. He wanted to finger-fuck her until she climaxed and then drive his cock in but his own excitement was rapidly growing with each stroke of her hand. He worked his finger in tiny circular motions, touching all the skins inside her, driving her hips into uncontrolled twists. “Teddy…” she softly sighed as his finger brushed against her clitoris and caused a wave of tingling passion to run throughout her torso. She stopped stroking his cock and just held on, he was getting her so close. “Come on, honey,” he whispered. “Let it go once before we really get started.” “Oh! Oh! Uhhhhh…” she groaned out loud as her cunt started to wash and tremble around his stabbing finger. She heaved her hips up and swayed in mid-air as her guts felt like they were melting. Then she was clipping her cunt up against his finger, fucking it back like it was a cock, making impassioned love to it. “That's the girl…” Ted whispered.
Juices were running freely from the cheeks of her ass and she was wet halfway down the thighs as bolt after bolt of wracking ecstasy slammed through her body. She squeezed his thick cock hard in her hand and pulled it toward the blustering hole between her legs. “Give it to me, Ted. Please! Please put it in me…” That's what Ted liked most of all. Having a girl beg for his cock, plead like she'd die without it. And Dorothy was the easiest thing to get all worked up he ever found, once his mouth was on her tits she couldn't lie stopped. It was all the way or nothing at all, and eight months ago she was a virgin! Man, he told himself over and over, the guys in this town sure aren't on the ball! They all figured her for a girl who doesn't do this kind of thing… well, she isn't… I mean, with me it's something special because she knows how I feel about her.
Her thighs were spread wide apart and he could see her tender cunt in the moonlight as it hoisted up and begged. The yellow hair of her crotch was like a patch of fog, the ovals of her ass hung underneath, strained up to present the delicious pussy. He would have loved to plunge right down and engulf the cunt with his mouth but didn't want her to think he was that type of guy. No, that kind of thing was reserved for the other girls, the ones whose respect he didn't want. Ted moved his hips between her legs and she opened even more. In the cramped quarters it was difficult for a guy of Ted's size to get into position so Dorothy pulled her legs back and up to give him all the room possible. She was folded open to him, her twat stretched wide in her crotch, burning, screaming to be filled and pumped with cock. He brought the thick head of his cock down to her wetness and wiggled it back and forth until it too was smeared with the lubrication. Then he shoved it in. Just shifted his weight and let it all drop behind the quick, plunging drive of his long, hard cock. “Oh! Ugggh!” Dorothy grimaced and cried with pain. He knew it always hurt the girls when he stuck his cock in them, that's the way they liked it Hard and fast with lots of quick, deep strokes.
Ted's powerful torso rolled with wave after wave of thrusting, pulling motions as the initial pain eased inside Dorothy's pussy. She could feel the cock now that the pain was leaving, feel it plow deep inside her cavity and stretch the walls wide apart. Feel it brush heat and excitement throughout her. It felt so good to have her twat filled up, so secure, so protected, so fulfilled. Her hands came down to his bare ass to urge the punishing thrusts. She felt good all over, wonderful, close to a second climax. And everything would have been fine except for one feeling, the one hollowness inside her that never seemed to go away… even when she was enjoying herself so! It was a fear, a fear that she'd be Stuck out here in the middle of nowhere for the rest of her life. Just like all the rest of the married women she saw in town, drab, beaten down by the sand and dust and prairie… just another wife of another guy who called himself a “cowboy.”
Dorothy had hoped that Ted would be her escape from it all, hoped that his promise, his achievements in football or wrestling might lead to a college scholarship and get them away from this stinking town.
But no, Ted was a great football player and many coaches had done their best to get him into their colleges and onto their teams but his grades were pitiful. As one coach put it, “I'm sorry, Ted, they're willing to make an exception now and then, or bend a rule, but in your case they'd have to revise the whole scholastic system.” Ted loved the way her pussy collapsed around his shaft and seemed to suck at every bit of skin. It was a tight hole with lots of hot juice and each time she squirmed her crotch up to him it was like a thousand lashing tongues scrubbing the length of his imbedded pole. The walls of the cunt were vibrating, trembling Without stop as his cock pounded in and out. “Oh, God, Teddy… It feels so good…” she sighed.
“It sure does baby,” he answered. Slight beads of perspiration were on her upper lip, her blue eyes seemed mellow, pleased in the moonlight, she was breathing in short gasps which came from her mouth each time his cock dug to full depth. Her hips were rocking up to him now, lifting, twisting slightly to ease the shaft in and out. His hands moved down to cup the soft folds of her ass and squeeze hard. Dorothy grimaced, then smiled as he eased up. She didn't mind a little pain every once in a while, she had accepted it as part of sex, after all Ted was a big man and not overly gentle.
Right from the start she experienced and accepted the pains of his robust fucking. Then the hands were on her tits, kneading them, squeezing the abundant flesh into distorted masses, pinching the nipples until her breath caught and she sighed, “Ohhhhhh… Here I go again…” She jerked her hips up violently and felt his cock ram powerfully into the deepest regions of her cunt, felt the cock head smash forcefully into her tenderness and painfully drive another orgasm from her shuddering body. “Yes! God! Oh!” she cried out loud. “Go baby! Yes!” he howled in return. Ted's hips were now thrashing with a fury of speed as he felt his own juices starling to rise. Dorothy jammed her cunt up high to keep it filled with his burning cock as all her muscles seemed to grow hot, then freeze, then go hot again. She opened her mouth wide to gasp for air and hoped it would never end, hoped the blinding ecstasy would stay in her guts forever and smother away the little fears. Ted's cock was throbbing with pressure, then it came. The thick cream sped along the length with wrenching pumps until it blasted from the end and smeared the pink walls of her shivering pussy. It gushed out with tremendous strength to paint and coat her completely, to fill the cavity until it spilled back out and trickled from the ring her lips made around the base of the still pumping cock. He clamped his arms tight around the slim shoulders and hugged her close as thrust after powerful thrust of his cock pumped the sticky sperm into a foam of white bubbles. The majority of the jism was pumped right out of her cunt due to the lack of space and trickled across the white cheeks of her ass.
Ted's violent pumping finally slowed and he relaxed in the arms of Dorothy. After a few minutes' rest Ted sat up and started pulling his pants back into place. Silently, Dorothy also dressed. The wonderful feeling was gone, it passed so quickly, she thought. It was always like this, always so great until afterwards… there was nothing left… just emptiness. “How was I, baby?” he asked.
It wasn't until after he asked the question that Dorothy realized he always asked that. Asked that same question every time.
“Fine,” she answered. She stopped herself as she felt the question forming on her lips, the question she always asked. The one about how she was. She suddenly realized she didn't need to ask him or anyone how well she did her fucking. It all seemed so silly…
He started the car up, just as usual, and drove her home. They usually sat outside the house and did some innocent necking before she went in but tonight Dorothy wasn't in the mood. She wanted to talk.
“Maybe we should cool it for a while, Ted,” she whispered.
“Huh?” “I mean take it easy. I'm getting all confused, I don't know if I like you because of you or because of what we do… that's all. I want some time to sort things out.” He swallowed.
Then he reminded himself that Dorothy wasn't some dumb chick like the others, she was serious… and he had serious plans for her. Maybe if he played along, let her have some time to think things out it would be best. If she came to him after a few weeks and said it was he she liked, not just the fact that they had sex, he would ask her to get married. “You want to not have sex for a while?” he asked.
“More than that. Maybe we shouldn't see each other, give ourselves a chance to see what we really think and feel about one another,” she said. “Jesus, baby, I don't know how long I can go without you. I really dig you,” he said. “That's just it, Ted, do you dig me because of me or because of what I let you do to me?”
He started to answer, then stopped. A smile came across his face.
Shit, she'll be back, he told himself. “Okay, I'm willing to give us a test. How's two weeks?” She nodded. “Okay, but if I want longer you won't get mad at me will you?” “Longer? What will you need longer for? What are you planning to do during those two weeks? Go out with another guy?” His temper was getting worked up. “No, silly,” answered Dorothy. “I just want time to think, that's all. Time to decide what I want to do with my life.” He grinned. “Man, you don't have to wonder about that. I've got big plans for us, baby. Some day I want to own this town.”