of the men. The thing she was afraid of becoming if she married Ted.
Dorothy stood by the bed for several minutes before reaching for the covers. He was still breathing steadily, so she gently lifted the blankets up and back from his leg. He didn't move. She peeled the blanket back to the side and gazed down at the beautiful cock she hadn't seen for so long. Her heart swelled, she hadn't realized how much she missed these secret moments of forbidden intimacy. If he ever woke up he'd kill her but she didn't care. It was a splendid rod and it lay there half hard, sloped across the yellow hair with its belly up like a wounded snake. And the fleshy sac with the two balls nestled between his legs; fine blond hairs grew from that too. He was sleeping soundly so Dorothy decided to touch it. She had to!
Compared to the brutal cock of Ted this was a masterpiece! And it looked bigger, if she stroked it, it would grow to full size and she'd know for sure. Very gently she laid the tip of her finger on the head.
David stirred slightly, he swallowed. Dorothy froze, she was about to run from the room but he didn't wake up. She softly traced her fingertip down the entire length of the cock and felt the warm heat of the soft flesh. It started to expand and grow right under her touch! He was wheezing again so she added another finger and stroked the length. The cock firmed enough to cause the head to lift up from his belly, the soft pinkness was turning to a more visible red. She now brushed her cupped fingers up and down several times, slowly, softly, hardly touching any more than a draft warm air from the window would. The cock straightened and stiffened to a full erection under her hand! God, she thought to herself, it's magnificent! What a beautiful cock! She knew what she was going to do no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, how much she told herself it was stupid and he'd wake up for sure. But she knew she was going to do it, she had to for some unexplainable reason. She checked once again to make sure he was sleeping, then gently eased herself down to her knees beside the bed. She brought her face close to the cock, making sure not to let her long hair touch his legs or belly. She inhaled and smelled the wonderful ripe aroma of his aroused shaft. Her mouth was watering, trembling. She wanted o kiss it, to show it how much she loved it and how much she had missed it the past few months. To apologize for turning to Ted's thick cock for friendship. Her lips parted slightly as she lowered down and touched them to the flesh just under the glans. She lifted away quickly, expecting to hear him cry out. But David was still fast asleep. Dorothy went back down and kissed again. This time her lips lingered and she licked the tip of her tongue across the meaty skin and lilted it. She pulled back and gazed down at the wet her tongue had left on the small spot of his cock. His wheezing was unbroken, she had kissed his cock without waking him. She was telling herself to get up and go us her hand came down and circled the shaft, gave it a gentle, loving squeeze and tilted it upward. She was shaking with fear, she was sure she was going too far… but he still slept peacefully. She couldn't help it. She had tried to do it to Ted but he stopped her like it was something dirty. She wanted to feel a cock in her mouth so badly. She no longer cared if he woke up or not as she leaned back down, opened her lips wide, covered the cock head and felt it touch her tongue. She closed the lips around the delicious spike, swirled her tongue around the flared glans, marveled over the smoothness of the lump. Then she sucked softly and felt it grow even larger inside her lips. She pushed down and felt it glide deep inside her, pulled back and felt the veins and tissues rub against her hugging lips. It was the most tremendous feeling she had ever had. Her crotch was warm and she tingled from head to toe as the taste of the cock began to trickle down her throat. She pumped up and down several times until the cock was coated with her saliva, then she lifted off. David still slept so she went right back to the delightful stolen meal. Now she sucked harder, gave the glans a thorough lashing with her tongue and stroked her hand up and down on the exposed base at the same time. Then his hips started to move. Slowly at first, in rhythm with her bobbing head. She thought he was awake but wasn't about to look up. If he wanted her to stop now he'd have to pull her off. She could feel her own wetness streaming down the in-sides of her thighs, she was on fire inside and nothing could stop her now.
The hips became more and more active under her and she responded with deeper draws on the fire-hot cock. Her thighs were trembling and she could feel the stiffness in her nipples as his hips made the most insistent lift of all. The glans flared to an even wider stance before it happened. Her mouth was filled with his sperm, it came into her with shooting spurts of surprise. Dorothy first pulled back but stopped and plunged back down. The cream was choking her, filling her cheeks and gums, running down her throat as gush after gush pumped into her. She swallowed, that's all she could do. She held her breath and swallowed it down gulp after gulp. Then she relaxed, it was nice, it tasted tremendous, it was delicious. Her trembling thighs clamped tight together as an orgasm raced through her own body, as shivers of warmth ran up her spine to say everything was all right, it was okay. She licked all the sperm off the cock and kissed it dry as it relaxed into a semi-limp position. The flesh was still red and more puckered, but it was unchanged. Dorothy made her last swallow and decided she better look up now, look up and face the fury of her brother. He was still sleeping.
CHAPTER THREE
“Your mother and I will be in Reno for the whole week,” Jake Holloway said at dinner that night. He sat at the head of the rectangular table, opposite him sat his second wife, the mother of David and Dorothy. Vic and Len sat on the right side of the table, Dorothy and David on the left. “We'll be leaving on the early train so I want Vic and Len to drive us to the station. You boys will also be responsible for making sure everything gets done while we're gone,” he continued. “Sure, dad,” said Vic. “You don't have a thing to worry about, just have a good time.” He shook his head.
“You don't understand. When I say responsible I mean keeping out of the way of Ben, my foreman. He can take care of the feeding and everything that's necessary, that's what I pay him for. You boys will be expected to show up for your regular jobs… he'll tell you what to do.” Len made a disappointed face. “But, dad…” “No buts!”
Jake said firmly. “And I expect you two to show up too! I've had enough of this skipping your jobs just because your father's the boss.” “What about him?” asked Vic pointing at David. David looked up with surprise. “What's he supposed to do while you're gone?
Sit in his room and play the flutee tootee?” Jake scowled at Vic.
“David just got out of school for the summer. He'll have to help Dorothy take care of the house this week. When I get back he'll be assigned a job at the feed lots right along with you roughnecks.”
“How come he gets to wait until you're back?” Len asked.
Jake's face was getting redder each second. “Because Ben will have enough on his hands trying to keep track of you two, that's why!
I'm not gonna dump a new trainee on him too! When I get back I'll show him his job and see he learns it right… I don't think he'll have too hard a time doing better than you two.” If they weren't at the dinner table Vic would have spit. “Him? Hell, he can't even stand the smell of a clean steer let alone the ones in the feed lots!” Jake let his sons have their laugh before saying, “Can't say I blame him.
He's not like you two who never even try to wash it off.” Dorothy started to giggle but a quick glance from her mother silenced her.
Whenever Jake was reprimanding his sons Dorothy, David, and their mother kept out of it. But as usual the sons didn't know when to stop.
“Well, maybe he can vacuum and do dishes as well as he can play his flute,” mumbled Len. “Make somebody a nice little housewife someday,” added Vic. Jake let the comments pass and Dorothy looked over at David to see if he was angry. But David continued to eat and seemed oblivious to Vic and Len. She wondered how he was able to let their crude, insulting remarks never bother him. Why he just didn't seem to care one way or the other. Len grinned. “Maybe we should find him a herd of sheep to take care of with his flute. He can toe-dance under a tree and watch all the little lambs.” “That's enough boys,” mumbled Jake. Vic and Len starting giggling and became silent while the rest of the dinner was eaten. Afterwards David volunteered to do the dishes for his mother. “I'm sure you've got packing to do, mom,” he said. As he was in the kitchen Len and Vic came back in to watch and snicker. “Don't get dishpan hands, Davee,” sang Len. “You don't want to be all red and chafed. Maybe you'll need some hand lotion afterward?” Dorothy was drying, she spun around and snapped, “Why don't you creeps lay off?” “Ooooo!” giggled Vic. “Is little sister sticking up for her sweet little brother? Can't he defend himself? Huh? He needs a girl to protect him?” “Same difference,” cracked Len. “If he protects himself it would be just like fighting with a girl!” “Hah ha ha!” guffawed Vic. “He'd probably spit and scratch just like a pissed-off kitten!”
“Get out!” screeched Dorothy. “Shhhh…” David quietly whispered to her. She looked over at him and saw the
