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Eric touched her quim and slid along her lips as his mouth watered for another taste. She was wet enough for even him, but he wanted more of her squeals before he pushed deep. Eric wanted to make sure that she never thought of anyone else but him, ever again.

His face moved between her cheeks and she mewled with the sudden touch. He lashed her with his tongue, long licks up her slit until she was shaking against him. Bethany looked back and grabbed the back of his head, pushing him forward to penetrate her with his hot tongue. His nose pushed against her tight rosebud and made her gasp.  “Mmm Eric, your mouth feels so good.”

Her grip in his hair tightened and her body bounced up and down against him. She chanted his name like a mantra, her ass pushing his deeper as she held him in place. Eric slurped and sucked and then moved back as she started to flood his mouth once again. Eric did not think he could ever get sick of her taste, but his cock throbbed in his pants and he moved to relieve the pressure.

His cock flopped free and pointed towards the tightness in front of him. As he started to rub his cock up her slit, the moaning beneath him started again. It was only when he went to push forward, that Bethany realized that it was his cock he was trying to push into her.

“Stop Eric. Oh God, we can’t. I..I have a boyfriend.”

“Is he here to fuck you? Cause I am.”

He pushed against her wet heat and her lips opened up wide for him. “You can’t Eric! You are my brother!”

“Not technically. Technically we are two strangers that have married parents. I can fuck you.”

She wanted to agree, fuck how badly she wanted nothing more than to push back against the wideness trying to penetrate her. She could not though and she moved away, going to her back to face him. His eyes were hooded heavily and the look on his face was one of possession. Bethany looked between their bodies and gasped when she saw his fat cock coming back towards her. “Wait Eric, we can’t really.”

“Nobody will know Beth.” His mouth moved to hers and bit her lower lip before his tongue surged in. He tantalized her senses with his teeth and tongue. Bethany moaned against him and her hips moved towards him, rising for more touch.

“Come on Beth, just the head. I just want to feel the inside one time. Please?”

Their eyes met and she whimpered as his mouth moved to her neck. He sucked hard, his hips pressing against her. When she turned her hips away, cutting off their contact, he sat back on his knees. Eric stroked his cock hard, gripping the shaft until the thick mushroom head started to turn purple. He rubbed against her and then smacked down on her clit. Bethany jumped, her body jerking underneath him.

“Please sis. Just a little bit?”

Bethany’s eyes were closed and she was sidetracked by the rubbing and smacking of his thickness. She wanted to move her hips forward just enough, but something was holding her back. With each touch of his dick though, she was letting go more and more. Her pleasure grew and the hot fire inside of her started to burn out of control.

Her fingers opened her puffy lips wide to push her clit out even more. The next smack of his heavy manhood, Beth saw stars behind her eyes. Her hips moved forward and Eric pushed the head of his cock inside of her, splitting her wide. “Oh no. Eric, no.”

She said no, while her hips rolled upward, forcing another inch of his thick meat inside of her. “Oh fuck.”

“I never knew you were such a potty-mouth sis.” She whimpered and squeezed his length hard in her quim. He had more than just the head in and every inch inside of her stretched her walls. Bethany was gasping, needing more, but too proud to ask. She waited for him to take her, her clenching designed to drive him wild. She made another noise and rolled her hips, moving him inside of her.

“Not until you tell me to.”

Her eyes closed and she sighed, her hips moving forward to take another inch of him. She looked between their legs and saw more lovely cock that she knew would feel her nice and full. He was so much bigger than her boyfriend and her insides were slowly adjusting to the new girth.

Eric pulled out till just the head was splitting her open and Bethany made a noise of frustration. She tried to move from under him, her desire to be impaled was easier to accomplish from the top. He stopped her, holding her arms down by shoulders. “I want to hear you beg for it Beth. Tell me how you want it.”

His courtesy was maddening. She wanted it hard and now, that was what she wanted, but her mouth was unable to put those feelings into words. All she could come up with was a frustrated groan and another try to push him deeper. Eric’s arms flexed as she fought him, but she finally relented and opened her legs wide, hooking her ankles behind his back.

Bethany lifted her head up for a kiss and he was forced to press against her. She pulled him down as her hips rose up and she cried out her pleasure with the few inches she managed to take in. He grunted above her and the sound made her water around his shaft. His hands dug into her soft flesh and she clung to him, not wanting to drop back down and be without him inside of her again. “Please.”

“The words sound good on your lips sis, but I need more.”

He pulled out and left her empty and gagging in need. Bethany would never say such a thing, her mind rejecting the idea of begging for him to fuck her. She started to push him away, but then he settled against her again, reminding her of what she needed. She tried to push against him, but he was too quick. It became clear that he had more willpower than she did and she finally closed her eyes and gave him what he wanted.

“Please Eric. Please just fuck me with that fat cock of yours, I need it now!”

The words were close enough to perfection and he lifted her thighs up and opened her wide. Pressing up against her, she was slick and his head escaped inside of her. Neither moved and Bethany waited for the rest. She waited for him to slam forward and give her what she so desperately needed.

“Please, just fuck me already!”

Eric thrust forward hard, his cockhead hitting the bottom of her and pressed into her womb. She squealed underneath him and he captured her lips to silence her. His shaft was suffocated in her snatch and his own eyes closed for a second to collect his bearings. She moved against him, needing more than his fullness. She needed the friction that came with a hard fucking.

He moved back to look down at her writhing body. His cock was buried deep and he pulled out slowly to watch it reappear from her tight hole. It seemed far too big to fit, but as he rammed himself forward, his dick disappeared into her heavenly folds once more. His fingers pushed at her clit, rubbing in a circular motion as his length pressed deep over and over again. Eric moved slowly, wanting to savor his own needs as long as he could. He knew as soon as she started to shake and come beneath him, he would be lost as well.

Moving faster, his mouth claimed her nipple, while his fingers slid in around her dripping folds. Pulling away with a last nip of her teeth, he thrust deeper, pounding in and out of her tightness. It was mind numbing and then he felt the stirrings of her insides milking his cock. It was too much and he hung on long enough to feel the first flood of fluid down his shaft. Cum splashed his thighs as he rutted in and out of her then it drizzled down his balls. Eric could hold himself no longer and he bellowed out loud above her.

Eric slunk against her, his forehead resting on her sweet ass after he pulled out. His breathing came in ragged gasps and he finally moved away and watched her splayed legs close in defense. He could see his essence slipping out of her and it was only then that he wondered if she was on birth control or something of the like.

“Eric, that was… I don’t even know, but wow.” Beth’s body hummed and she knew that it would never be better than it had been in that moment. She had needed that for weeks, hell since she realized the pleasure that men could bring her.

She sat up and he was still sitting on his calves. His cock was getting soft, but still glistened with her juices. Sticking her ass up and crawling the few feet towards him, Beth surprised him by taking his sticky cock into her mouth and sucking off her own juices, mixed with his salty seed.

He was not prepared for the stimulation and before he knew it, his cock was hard and ready for more. Turning her around, he took her how he had wanted to in the first place. He slammed her from behind, her ass jiggling with each thrust of his cock. She whimpered and when he could feel her coming around his pulsing shaft, he grabbed her hair, pulling her up against him to go even deeper. Bethany belonged to him by the time he pulled out of her for the night. He didn’t go back to his pool house to sleep when slumber finally took over. He held her in his arms in the guestroom all through the night.

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The two frolicked and played like they were a couple in love. Their parents would be gone for over a week and while Eric had thought to get her out of his system, the more he was with, the more he never wanted to be without her. His every waking moment was spent thinking of her and when he was forced back out to the pool house, it was Bethany that would sneak out to see him. They were almost caught once and Eric insisted that they cool off for a time.

“I don’t want to though.”

Bethany tried to coax him back into the bed, her naked body bare for him, her fingers playing in her folds, moaning his name softly like she knew he liked it. “Please Eric. Don’t make me beg you to stay.”

“It will only be for a few weeks. I have to take care of some things.” He kissed her lips softly, but he moved away from her. She whimpered and pouted as he got his things and readied himself to sneak out. She was sick of sneaking around and wanted to tell their parents, but he was adamant that she keep it all inside.

Bethany planned to do that very thing, but as the weeks went on, things inside of her changed. She started to feel strange in the mornings and on the day that her actually boyfriend was to be back from Spain, Bethany finally had an epiphany of why she had been feeling so rotten lately. “Oh my God, I am pregnant.”

The words hung in the air and she checked her calendar, sure that she had to be wrong. It just couldn’t be.

Beth waited patiently for Eric in his pool house. She had repositioned herself many times, waiting for the sound of his bike. After a while, she lay down on his bed and was instantly transported to another time when they were together. Beth slipped off to sleep, thinking of him and when she awoke with his touch, it was several hours before she had the wherewithal to remember and she bit her lips with nerves.

“I have something to tell you Eric and I don’t know how you are going to take it.”

That got his attention and he looked at her questioning. “What is it love?”

“I am pregnant Eric.”

Her words hung in the air and she saw the shock and then the acceptance on his face. “I have some news as well. That is why I have been gone so long. I have decided to take a job with my father. You know, go legit and find a place of my own. I want you to come with me.”

It was better than she could have imagined and she nuzzled closer to him. She didn’t know how she was going to explain it, but Bethany knew that her place was next to him, by his side. It may be wrong to want him by some standards, but Eric made her feel more love than she had ever felt before and now they would have proof of that love in a child of their own.

THE END

Wagon Train Lolitas

Western Romance

By: Lisa Cartwright

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Through a liquor fog, Jenny Gibbs felt herself being lifted up and tossed over the shoulder of some big man. She took a deep breath. It wasn't any big man. It was her partner, Jed Newbolt. He smelled of soap and basic male. She took another deep breath. She thought, "Damn, he smells good."

His pungent aroma stoked her fires inside. Twelve hours of slow relentless stimulation at the hands of a mad man made her awfully grateful for Jed's help. She was too drunk to move fast on her own and bounced along on Jed's shoulder; folded like a cheap chair, head down with her bare butt pointed toward the dark sky and a man's arm across her bare thighs.

Jenny Gibbs was average in height, average in weight and distribution and, without makeup, average in looks. She could be 16 or 52, dance hall gorgeous or plain, sod-hut ugly.

She'd been investigating a counterfeiting ring in Colorado City by making conversation with men in bars. The previous night an important name came up. She was going to meet with him at sunset. Tim told her to finish the assignment then team up with Jed.

She'd discovered a perfect way to throw men off their guard and insure their trust and attention. All she had to do was make her skirts very short and the neckline of her blouses very low. It was tricky. She wasn't pretending to be a saloon girl. She was a singer and damned good at it too. She said she wanted an easy way to make some quick money to replace all of her earnings for the last year, allegedly stolen by a crooked manager. She heard of a job distributing paper that paid outrageously well. It had to be counterfeiting. The cowboy who told her about it referred her to Zeke Tilden. He was overweight and unpleasant.

She had one drink with him and woke up flat on her back on a bed in the back room, tied hand and foot with a gag in her mouth. She hadn't been raped yet, but knew it wouldn't be long. She craned her neck up and saw him, stark naked, at the foot of her bed. She looked at herself and saw only skin. Ropes held her legs apart. She was wide open and defenseless. If he could get it up, he could get it in. A quick glance at his midsection told her that rape wasn't going to be on the program, at least, for the time being. She was looking at the ceiling when she felt his mouth on her left nipple and his finger between her legs. He didn't stop for anything for the next twelve hours, except to give her more whiskey and to check his unresponsive male member for any activity. He was surprisingly gentle and thorough. It made it worse.

Jed tossed her on his horse and got on behind her. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her. She glanced back as he put it on her and almost fainted at the sight of his broad, well-muscled chest.

She'd gotten on a horse as early as she could walk. When she reached puberty, she discovered the value of a hard leather saddle rubbing against her private parts. That day, nothing stood between her delicate portal and the worn leather of the saddle. She had been so aroused for so long she would have gladly used a smooth branch on a log if it gave her relief.

Ten minutes later, she was awake enough to see the world around them. She heard the other riders first. She turned to Jed. “We’ve got company.”

He turned back. “Damn.”