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.”
CHAPTER TWO
It was something she had done many times, ever since she was eleven and David was ten. And the next morning as Dorothy lay in bed she couldn't help but think about it. Especially the first time she saw it… it was such a surprise. Their father was alive then and they lived on the other side of town near the railroad where he worked. Dorothy and David shared a bedroom then, it was a small house.
One morning she woke up and rolled over. David was in the twin bed opposite hers. That's when she saw it, his thing. It had slipped from his underpants and hung half-stiff between his legs. The bedcovers were tossed back and he was on his back snoring away. David was always a heavy sleeper and snored often, even at that young age.