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.
She remembered how awed she was to see the pink penis just sitting up there like it was some little person to greet her “Good morning.”
At first she was giggling, then serious, then curiosity got the better part of her. She got out of bed and went real close to get a good look at the funny little pee-pee. That was seven years ago and since then many changes had taken place. One was David's decision to no longer sleep with underpants on. At first she wondered if he knew she was watching him whenever the opportunity came up but she decided that was crazy, he'd have said something. But it did make her observations a lot easier and a lot more frequent. She felt privileged to be able to watch the pink little worm grow and develop over the period of seven years. Watch as the first hairs broke through the skin above his cock and finally grew thick enough to surround the base like a little forest. It was also a great thrill to know that her younger brother had exactly the same color hair as she did. The same yellow-blond hair on their heads and the same down there too. It was only a year ago when she got the courage to lift the blankets away when they were covering him, before that she just had to wait until he tossed them aside. But he was a sound sleeper and she moved with great caution. Lifting them up and folding them back, the gazed down on the developing, maturing shaft of her brother. It had changed so much! The cuteness was gone, now it was a beautiful tube of splendid pinkness with a flared head. And it had grown. David usually woke up with an erection because he had to go to the bathroom so Dorothy had ample opportunity to see the delightful cock at full extension.
She remembered the time she touched it and almost woke him up. It was such a daring move after so many years of just peeking and giggling. It was less than a year ago when she had figured he was so sound asleep one little pet from her finger couldn't disturb him. It was so warm! Then he stirred, grumbled, rolled over, and she ran from the room. Then father died and it all ended. Things were different, just different. She wasn't interested in watching her brother grow or anything else for that matter. That's when she started going out with Ted. Then mother married Jake Holloway and they moved in with them. It was a big house, Jake and Mom in the master bedroom, Vic and Len shared a large bedroom, Dorothy had her own smaller room and David was given the attic room all by himself. She hadn't peeked on him since. But this morning was different for some reason.
Maybe it was because she and Ted were “cooling it” for a while, maybe that was it. She knew David didn't approve of Ted though he never said so, they were just so different, that's all. But Dorothy did feel a need to tell David the news, to try and re-bridge the gap that had grown between them since moving into this house. Vic and Len didn't help either, always teasing him. Making fun of his interest in music, joking because he wasn't athletic, didn't like horses and knew nothing at all about cattle. They called him a sissy, a momma's boy, and frequently laughed at him. But for some reason David always took it in silence. Dorothy slipped from her bed and put on her pink houserobe. Everyone else was sleeping as she slowly tiptoed up the stairs to the attic room. She eased open his door and looked inside.
David was sleeping all right, she could hear the wheeze of his breath.
He was on his back. She closed the door behind her and walked softly to the side of his bed. In the dim light she could make out his chiseled features, the delicate, pointed nose and smooth skin. His lips were pink and his eyebrows curved just so. Ever since their childhood people had marveled over how much she and David looked alike. They had the same face… only on her it was considered beautiful, alluring… on him, effeminate. Yes, that was it. All the guys thought David was effeminate. But Dorothy knew better, she knew he possessed something no female could ever hope to have. And his looks, his beautiful face, were like those she saw in the magazines on men modeling clothes. Not the rugged, scarred and beaten faces with broken noses and two days of beard like every man in this part of the country had, but the delicate, sensitive face of a cultured man.
Dorothy always believed David got such a teasing because the rest of the guys were jealous. None of the girl she knew seemed to mind, in fact most of them thought he was handsome in a “different” sort of way. But David didn't want anything to do with them for reasons Dorothy could agree with, they were just the female counterparts
