Mike headed the Chevy van off the highway and onto the gravel road. Beside him in the specially made captain's chair was Kevin, swigging cheerfully on a can of Pabst beer.
"It's going to be good to see the ol' place again," Mike said, finishing the last couple drops in his beer can. "Get me another, eh?"
"Coming up!" Kevin got Mike a beer, cracked the top, and handed it to his older brother before resuming his seat. "Feels great to get back out in the country. I wonder what kind of changes the girls have made with the house."
"Probably not much. Maybe Jan's figured some things out, but Desiree is as dumb as a fucking board…"
"But not shaped like one!"
"And Kandi doesn't give a fuck about anything except men. Leastwise that's what Jan told me over the phone." Kevin's mind drifted as the black van bumped down the rutted gravel road. He and Mike hadn't been back to the old ranch/farm since their parents had died and that – pretty much, anyway – was the way they had liked it. Their sisters liked the country life, for different reasons with each of them. Mike and Kevin, on the other hand, went to the big city to seek their fortune and fame. They succeeded in making a small fortune, but no fame.
Fame in the family had been reserved to Desiree and Kandi, two wildly beautiful and utterly uninhibited women who could, at any given moment, totally offend the country morals of their neighbors. But, because of their wild behavior, they shared and enjoyed a certain celebrity status given to them and them alone. Granted, it was small-town fame, but fame nevertheless.
After three miles on the gravel road, Mike and Kevin came to the outskirts of what was once their parents' ranch, and what now belonged to the girls. Surrounded by a barbed wire fence were three hundred cows. The stock was the livelihood of the family. Whatever oats and corn were grown was used to feed the cows.
"Smell the manure," Kevin said, rolling down the window and taking a big whiff. "Sort of smells good, doesn't it?"
"It's shit! It smells like shit! You've read too many Goddamn books, that's what you've done," Mike said, trying unsuccessfully to hold down his grin.
Kevin was about to reply that maybe Mike hadn't read enough books, but then his mouth went instantly dry. The vision of beauty he saw silenced anything he could ever want to say.
Near a row of trees, sitting comfortably on a chestnut mare, was Desiree. A cowboy hat pushed back on her head, tightfitting jeans and cowboy boots were all she wore. Desiree's extraordinarily well-shaped thirty-nine-inch tits glistened in the afternoon sunlight, the heavy, firm tits with the dollar-sized areolas and pink nipples standing out proudly.
Mike glanced in the direction of Kevin's gaze, then he jammed on the brakes and came to a skidding halt.
"Holy shit," Mike whispered. Looking at his younger sister's heavy tits made Mike's thick cock awaken from its slumber. His prick twitched, blood beginning to pump into his cockshaft. "Do you believe that?"
Desiree pushed her hat farther back on her head and wiped her brow with her forearm. It was a hot, humid day with the temperature edging near ninety degrees and she had decided, while riding through the more dense woods, to take off her shirt and fully enjoy the sunshine.
Desiree's eyes scanned the cattle, and the horse pranced beneath her. The horse's movement reminded Desiree why she had gone on the ride. As the saddle horn nudged her pussy through her jeans, she felt a warm surge go through her body. Frustration had preceded her ride. Desiree wanted desperately to get fucked, to suck a cock until she got a mouthful of cum or have a prick fucking powerfully up her ass. But she was tired of the farm boys in the area and didn't feel like going to any of them for relief.
Hearing the scratch of tires against gravel in the distance, Desiree saw the black van stop. She knew that whoever was in the van could see her naked tits, and that didn't bother her in the least. In fact, she rather hoped that horny men would come tumbling out of the big van and beg to fuck her.
Desiree looked at the van, her right hand unconsciously raising to cup one tit. Then, in a flash, she suddenly remembered reading something in a letter from Kevin. Her brother had written that he and Mike had traded in their beat-up, rusted and dented van for a shiny new machine – all chrome and glistening black paint on the outside and carpeting and posh comfort on the inside.
"Fuck, it's them already!" Desiree hissed under her breath. Jerking on the reins, the mount wheeled around and galloped back into the woods, Desiree's plump tits bouncing crazily.
"Was that really Desiree?" Kevin asked, the throbbing in his balls almost painful now, begging for release.
Mike didn't answer. He was lost in a long-forgotten memory that was now running through his mind as clearly as if the incident had happened only yesterday.
Mike was twenty at the time, riding his favorite stallion, Champion. He was checking the cattle and fences, making sure that there were no problems with the young calves that had been born that spring.
Desiree, a young girl then, had blossomed into a shapely, sexy woman who turned men's head of any age. She was riding with him.
Mike had been annoyed that Desiree insisted on riding along. He had often thought of fucking his young sister, but the continual stream of mindless chatter she put out bothered him after only a few minutes.
Without warning, Desiree pulled the rifle from under her leg and shot at a rabbit. The rifle's explosion caught Champion by surprise, and he reared on his back legs, causing Mike to roll off the rump of the horse and land on his head and shoulders.
Mike was unconscious for a couple minutes, with Desiree leaning over him, crying uncontrollably, convinced that she had killed her older brother. But when he came to and she saw the look of rage in his eyes, Desiree knew she was in even bigger trouble.
Mike got to his feet, his eyes cold and hard with rage. His first impulse was to slap his sister silly, but she was so sorry, so damn sorry, that he couldn't do anything but glare at her with frustrated anger.
"Don't tell Papa!" Desiree said, moving closer to Mike, putting her hands on his expansive chest. "Please don't tell Papa! He'll whip me if you tell him!"
Mike still didn't say anything. Desiree was absolutely miserable, and he decided that she should stay that way for a while longer. Then Desiree dropped to her knees in the tall grass, wrapping her arms around Mike's thighs.
"Please don't tell Papa what I done! I promise I'll make it up to you! I promise! I'll do anything! Anything!"
The itching in Mike's balls told him what he wanted. It was what he always wanted, any time of day or night. And now he had his chance. The perfect opportunity had presented itself… and he wasn't going to pass it up.
Mike took Desiree by the shoulders and pushed her backward, causing her to fall on her ass with her legs kicking crazily skyward. She stared at him, her eyes still wide with fear, oblivious to what Mike had in mind.
Taking his belt, Mike unfastened it. His Colt revolver and holster fell to the ground. Next, he grabbed the tab of his zipper and brought it down, his eyes never leaving Desiree's. And then, reaching into his fly, he pulled out his half-hard prick.
Desiree stared at his long, thick piece of cock-meat. She knew what was expected of her and she swallowed hard, building up her courage. If only Mike would say something, she thought, then it wouldn't be so bad! But he just stands there! Quiet! Seething in anger! I'll do it! I have to do it! Desiree pulled her knees back under her body and crawled closer to Mike again. He stood with his hands in his hips, eyes glowing now with a combination of lust and anger, and Desiree felt his gaze on her fat tits.
"Okay," she said quietly, "I'll do it. But you can't tell Papa what I done." Desiree cautiously reached out and curled her fingers around the thick shaft of Mike's prick. She felt its warmth against her palm, and felt his cock throb instantly at her touch, getting longer and considerably more thick. Her dark-brown eyes with mascara-tinged lashes were wet pools of fear as she licked her lips, making them glisten in the sunlight.
"I'll suck your cock," Desiree said, her face so close to Mike's cock that he felt the warmth of her breath on his cockhead. "I'll suck your…" Desiree opened her mouth wide and pushed her face forward. Her full, moist lips made contact with the knob only briefly before she took his prickhead into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed against the underside of Mike's prick as her lips closed around his cockshaft.
Cocksucking was a new experience for Desiree. Other boys had felt her big tits – they just seemed to draw attention wherever she went – and Desiree had even allowed one handsome man in town feel her pussy through her panties. But she had never sucked cock before and really didn't know what was expected of her.
Mike looked down at his sister. She was, without a doubt, incredibly beautiful. Short brown hair, parted down the middle and combed back in the wind-blown look. Eyes so large and brown that a man could get lost in them. Tits as big as any he had ever seen and promising to get bigger still.
Desiree felt his prick throb in her mouth, and she pushed forward a little, taking more of his awesome cock-meat into her mouth. When Mike gave his hips a small jerk, his fat cockhead slammed against the back of her mouth. Then he pulled back so that only the very tip of his prick-knob was still between her lips, and she knew what she was supposed to do. Desiree squeezed his cockshaft tighter in her fist and bobbed her head slowly, taking his prick deep into her mouth before pulling back.
"Unnng!" Desiree groaned, not really caring for the taste of her brother's cock. Still, she realized that she had done something stupid and this was the price she had to pay. But if it was so terrible to have a fat, rigid cock in her mouth, how come Desiree's pussy was getting moist and her panties felt like they were wet clean through to her jeans? Desiree tried to ignore the feeling in her cunt. She wasn't supposed to like this, and she wasn't going to allow herself to. Except…
Mike rolled his hips back and forth slowly, fucking his hard, wide prick into his sister's mouth. She couldn't take much of the cock into her mouth, inexperience had dictated that, but she could take all of the head and several inches of the shank. And that, along with her hand that squeezed the root of Mike's cock-meat, was enough to please him.
Desiree flicked her tongue over the tip of Mike's cock and tasted the pre-cum that trickled from the slitted opening in the center of the crown. The fluid was creamy in texture and very salty. Desiree had always thought that the taste of cum would disgust her – she had heard older girls talking about sucking cock and how they swallow cum to please their men and themselves – but instead she found jism strangely appealing. In fact, she rather enjoyed the fat cock-knob that drooled fuck cream onto her tongue.
After some experimentation, Desiree learned to stroke on Mike's huge cock while she sucked, keeping her fist close to her lips as she pistoned her head slowly back and forth. She learned to use her tongue, too. Swirling it in circles around the cockhead and curling it around his prickshaft caused Mike's cock to leap between her lips, pulsate with lust.
Despite her dominated role in the situation, Desiree felt in control. It was her mouth, after all, which dictated the pace and action. She sucked harder, her lips stretched wide to accommodate the vast girth of Mike's cock. She chewed on his prickshaft with her lips, sliding her tongue wetly against the underside of his cock.
Mike pushed his fingers through Desiree's hair, sliding the silky strands around her head as she mouthed his pulsating prick.
"Mmmmmm!" Desiree moaned, now really enjoying the feeling of having a huge prick in her mouth. She sucked on the cockhead, working her tongue in circles around the sensitive ridge between the cockhead and the prickshaft.
Without warning, Mike grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Desiree's head and jerked her mouth off his prick.
"Ouch! Mike, you're hurting me!" Desiree complained, grabbing his wrist.
He pushed her onto her back, his knees straddling her hips as he lowered himself. Then he was unbuttoning her shirt with his free hand, noticing that his fingers were trembling with lust as they flicked open the buttons.
"Please don't," Desiree said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for what I've done. Honest I am."
Mike paid no attention to his sister. His ears were deaf to her protests. Pushing open her shirt, he saw she wore a white bra to hold her more-than-ample tits in place.
"Say something, damn you!" she yelled.
Mike glared at Desiree. He wasn't going to say a word. Words would be a waste of time when action was a much better way of getting his point across.
"Damn you!"
Mike released her hair and grabbed the bra between the cups. He knew he could reach behind her back to unhook the contraption, but in his state of mind, the direct approach was the best. With a flex of his muscles, the bra tore and the cups separated. A moment later, his sister's tits sprang into view, plump and full with large brown areolas and tiny nipples, erect and hard.
"You didn't need to ruin my bra," Desiree said, trying to compose herself. "I would have taken it off if you asked."
Mike was amazed when he grabbed Desiree's tits. They were large – too large for his big hands – and more firm than any he had felt before. He squeezed her tits and watched her marshmallow-like flesh squeeze partially through his fingers. Then he gave them a savage squeeze.
"Ahhhhhh!" Desiree screamed, grabbing Mike's wrists and trying to pull his cruel hands from her tortured tits.
Mike squeezed harder in answer to his sister's protests. He pushed her harder into the grass and mauled her tits with even greater ferocity.
"Stop! I'm begging you! Stop!"
When Mike released Desiree's aching tits, she moaned long and loud with relief. He removed his hands and she rubbed her sore tits to relieve the pain.
Mike moved lower on Desiree's body until he was sitting on her knees. His hands worked quickly as he unbuckled her belt and snapped open her jeans.
"Oh, no!" Desiree wailed. "Are you going to fuck me? I've never done that, Mike! It'll hurt! You'll hurt me!"
Mike got to his feet and grabbed Desiree's jeans near the snaps. He pulled down and the material wouldn't budge, unable to slide down her flared hips. Angry now, he pulled up and back at the same time. Desiree's ass was lifted off the grass, then her brother was striding away from her, dragging her along the ground until finally her pants were inside out and bunched around her boots.
"Don't kill me," Desiree whispered. If she had felt in control of the situation before, she sure as hell didn't feel that way now.
Mike rolled Desiree over so she was on her hands and knees in the grass. He walked near her face and got down on his knees, his prick still jutting out hard and proud from his open pants.
"Don't…" Desiree said, then was silenced when her brother grabbed her hair and jerked her face against his prick. His fat cockhead slammed against her lips, then parted them and fucked deep into her mouth. She choked a little, her eyes watering as his prick threatened to burst through the resistance of her mouth and fuck into her throat.
Mike fucked his prick into Desiree's mouth, fucking his cock through her clutching lips until his drooling cockhead smashed against the back of her mouth. He tossed his hips back and forth, seeing his sister's face contort in agony as the awesome cock fucked into her face.
Desiree sucked Mike's cock for all she was worth. She wanted to get him off, to have his big, hairy balls shoot their hot load of cum into her mouth so that it would all be over quickly. She squeezed his cockshaft harder with her lips and used her tongue like never before, flicking it here and there, rubbing it over every bit of cockflesh she could. Her massive tits rolled back and forth, more full than before with gravity pulling them down.
Mike grabbed Desiree's hair and snapped her head up, then took his club-like cock in his hand and hit Desiree's cheek with the prick-knob. His cockhead smacked wetly against her soft cheek, snapping her face to one side.
"Nooooo!" Desiree cried as her face was knocked back and forth. Mike bludgeoned her, smacking his spit-slick cock against her cheeks.
Mike then continued fucking her face, reaming her tight red lips again and again. Desiree whimpered and sucked hard, salivating heavily to make his fucking cock slide more smoothly. A trickle of spit ran from both corners of Desiree's wide mouth down to her chin.
"Unnggghhh!" Desiree gasped, chewing hard on the prickshaft with her lips. Her tits rolled crazily, wiggling and jiggling as they I hung from her chest.
When Mike stood up, Desiree thought he was finished with her. But it wasn't so. He knelt behind her and tore her blue panties off with a bear-like swipe of his huge hand. The panties were wet in his fist as he moved close enough to nudge her juicy cunt with the head of his prick.
"Be careful," Desiree said softly. "I'm a…" But again her words were silenced, this time because Mike had fucked his fat prick into her virgin cunt. His cockhead puckered her cuntlips inward, then split them. His cockshaft rigid as iron, forced the knob of Mike's prick deeper and deeper into Desiree's cunt until, finally, his hips smacked against her taut asscheeks.
Desiree bit her bottom lip, hoping to keep from screaming again. The pain in her cunt was terrible. Not only was she getting fucked for the first time, but the cock which had taken her cherry was one of vast proportions. His prick spread her pussylips wide, the huge cockhead fucking deep into her cunt.
Desiree's arms could no longer support her upper body and she crashed face first into the grass, her ass still tilted up in the air, exposed to her brother's angry fucking.
Mike grabbed Desiree by the hips and held her motionless, and he fucked her tight, juicy pussy. Her cunt was tight, just like he knew her pussy would be, and squeezed his cockhead and prickshaft in the most fantastic ways. He reared back time and time again, fucking his prick into her juicy cunt crease fiercely, not giving a whit whether or not Desiree was enjoying the fucking or thinking that his prick was killing her. He knew, as all cocksmen know, that someday she would thank him. It might take years, but someday she would come to him again and beg to get fucked in just the same way as he was fucking her now.
Desiree's face was pressed into the grass, her hard nipples being tickled rather roughly by the harsh blades of grass as she took his cock into her pussy. Her breaths came in ragged gulps and the pain, though certainly less severe than when Mike had first fucked her cunt, was still flowing through her veins.
Reaching near her ass, Desiree made a futile attempt to dig her long fingernails into Mike's stomach as he fully embedded his cock in her pussy. All she managed to do was raise the level of his lust and anger. A moment later, he had both her arms twisted behind her back, her wrists held tightly together in one powerful hand.
Mike fucked his hard, pulsating prick deep into her tight, wet cunt, then reached near Desiree's face. She gasped in surprise and a moment later, Mike was stuffing her cuntjuice-moist panties in her mouth. Mike shoved them completely into her mouth, then uncorked his cock from her pussy and aimed at her puckered, brown asshole. Her asshole was the only fuck hole he hadn't fucked, so why not take everything from his teenaged sister at one time? Desiree felt his cockhead pressing against her ass and she wailed out in protest, her cries muffled by the panties. And then she felt the rigid, unyielding prickshaft driving his cockhead into her ass and blinding bright lights flashed in her head. She quivered all over, her tits scraping against the grass, her ass tilted up and exposed.
Mike held Desiree's wrists in one hand, and he wrapped his powerful arm under Desiree's stomach to support her. He didn't want her sliding down onto her belly. Though he could fuck her that way, he wanted to take her doggie-style. It seemed to him somehow fitting to fuck his sister outside that way.
The blinding lights kept popping in Desiree's skull. There wasn't any pain anymore. She didn't feel much of anything. She was vaguely aware of the feeling of fullness in her ass each time Mike fucked her asshole with his huge prick, but that was all. She heard his cries of ecstasy, felt him fucking her ass harder and faster, then felt the hot wetness of his cum being shot into her asshole.
Mike rolled his head back on his shoulders, fucking his quivering prick into Desiree's ass hard and fast. He fucked into her, his balls feeling like they were on fire. Then the sizzling cum exploded from his balls and shot out his cockhead, spewing in mighty jets into his young sister's ass.
When he had drained his balls in Desiree's ass, Mike got slowly to his feet. He looked at his sister, his face void of expression. She was still doubled up, ass in the air, hands now resting in the grass at her sides.
She had been a great fuck, Mike concluded. Tight everywhere. Monumental tits; fantastic ass; tight cunt that could milk the jism out of any pair of balls.
He hitched up his pants, settled comfortably into Champion's saddle again, and rode away.
Desiree listened to the pounding of hoofs fading and she pulled the panties from her mouth. Rolling onto her back, she let the sun warm her tits and pussy. Everything in her life had changed, Desiree knew. Everything would be somehow different. She would never look at life in the same way again – and she liked it that way.