Note: This part is very R-rated, and very descriptive, so maybe don't read if that isn't your thing! xoxo

They danced the two step in his living room, under the glossy, astonished stares of two enormous deer head mounted onto the walls. Cam's father was a good dancer, much better than her, but he knew how to guide her, to shape her movements to the beat of the music and his own decisive will, so that she forgot she couldn't dance. Suddenly he was twirling her and she laughed in surprise and glee at such an unexpected development, and a warm flush of joy and lightness enveloped her, a feeling she had forgotten could exist. Briefly, an image of her father flitted through her mind, a time when her mother wasn't there to watch over their play protectively, and he was pushing her so high up on a swing that she just knew her toes would finally be able to kick at the leaves and branches of the great oak tree that towered over their backyard.

"There now, I knew you had a smile in you somewhere," he said, then dipped her so low toward the floor she could smell the light lemony scent of wood polish. She squealed—later she would cringe at the memory, when was the last time she had squealed?—and tightened her grip on his rock hard shoulder, and then she was vertical and spinning again.

"Kyle!" she protested, hiccupping with laughter. "Kyle wait! I'm so dizzy!"

He expertly caught her halfway through a turn and let her lean against his arm while she steadied herself. Even as she caught her breath and the room stopped spinning so much she couldn't stop herself from smiling like a halfwit. He looked down at her and patiently waited for her to compose herself, one arm supporting her around the shoulders, the other still holding her hand in his.

She heard a snatch of lyrics, a cheerful, up-tempo complaint about being two-timed and kicked to the curb, and she started giggling and snorting uncontrollably. She clapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," she said, still giggling as he gently led her to the couch, "It's these songs you guys all listen to—"

She plopped down on the couch and, to her horror, began laughing so hard she felt tears prick her eyes; she gasped for air so she could calm down and breathe. Kyle lowered himself down next to her, his arm stretched above her head along the top edge of the couch. He simply smiled at her in obvious amusement, and shook his head slowly.

"Well now Miss Park, I am getting the sense that maybe you aren't a fan of country music," he said.

"Oh God, don't call me that!" she managed to gasp through her laughter, "That's what my students call me!"

And Cam, she remembered. That helped to sober her up a little. She heaved a sigh, giggled a little more, then remembered who this man was in relation to Cam, and managed to force a frown onto her face. She suddenly noticed how closely he was sitting to her, and how strong and broad his shoulders were.

"You have a dimple," she said, and lightly pressed a forefinger into the hollow of his left cheek. The unshaven bristle of his facial hair pricked her skin.

He caught her hand in his before she could remove it and pulled it to his lips. He gently kissed her palm, and then her wrist.

"Oh," she whispered, the giddy joy of a moment before transmuting into an erotic thrill that flickered through her body. His lips felt so warm, her hand looked so small against his face.

He carefully placed her hand in his lap, still holding it with his left while his right hand lowered down from where it rested above her and began lightly stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and, with a sigh of relief, leaned her head against his chest. She realized she had been longing to do that since almost the first moment she had met him. The fabric of his shirt felt soft and warm, and she could smell him, the light clean scent of perspiration from working outdoors intertwined with the intoxicating aroma of a handsome, assured man. Slowly, imperceptibly, she allowed her body to relax further into his, and her quickly beating heart began to slow. His chest felt so solid against her cheek, and she knew he could easily withstand the full weight of her, all of her. She felt a rush of liquid warmth between her legs at this realization and breathed in sharply in embarrassment.

"Shhh," he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. "I want to see you relax a little Courtney, have a nice time."

She tried to whisper her thanks, but her words caught in her throat, so she nodded, her eyes still closed. He was twirling a piece of her hair now. She wondered if he was calming her like he would a horse. Or a cow? Whatever kind of animals men like him needed to soothe and corral.

She opened her eyes and tilted her head up to look at him, and that was when he kissed her, at first only pressing his closed lips against cheek, then trailing them to her mouth, which she opened slightly for him. He kissed her firmly then, his tongue pushing gently but sure between her lips, both hands coming together to cup her face. Her hands gripped at the folds of his shirt, and she hungrily pulled him towards her, wanting to feel all of him against her.

Without warning, she felt his arms snake under and around her, and suddenly she was being lifted into the air, into his arms, and he was carrying her to the door she already knew led to his bedroom after taking a peek earlier. He lay her down onto his bed, made with a simple, patchwork quilt of blue and white, and then stood over her and observed her with a slight smile. She raised her hand and stroked the taut length of his cock, clearly outlined through his jeans. His was bigger than his son's, or at least thicker, and the fact that she knew this made the desire in her become frantic and hungry. She crawled onto her knees on the bed, and while he watched she pulled the sundress over her head and threw it aside, leaving her naked except for a pair of white cotton underwear.

He stepped back to admire her.

"Damn woman," he said, "You are beautiful."

She knew she was blushing furiously, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for him to lower his weight on top of her, to feel his cock between her legs, his lips pressed against her burning skin. She raised her arms to him, wanting him to come to her, to cover her nakedness with his body and his scent. He stepped back towards her, leaned down to cup her ass with his hands while he kissed her again, another long deep kiss that made her feel weak and dizzy. When she began to tremble he stopped and, straightening up again, pushed her gently down to her back, unbuttoned his shirt, shook it off of him, and dropped it onto the floor.

"Oh wow," she breathed, her eyes widening at the sight of his broad, muscular chest and arms, covered in a light dusting of dark hair, some of it grey. He looked so powerful and yet also so gentle, and she imagined for a moment that she was a runaway heifer or mare that he was taking charge of. The thought made her moan and he grinned in satisfaction, his dimple reappearing in his cheek.

"Nothing like the sound of a woman moaning when a man takes his shirt off," he said, and again winked at her and made her melt on the inside. She felt the folds of her pussy swollen and wet, and she spread her legs so he could see how wet her panties were.

"Please," she managed to whisper, "Please come to me."

"Yes ma'am," he said, unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans. He wore a pair of red boxer briefs that accentuated the golden glow of his skin, and then he dropped those as well, freeing his thick, fully erect cock. Then he climbed onto the bed and, without lowering his weight onto her, straddled her, and she took his shaft into her hands. Its texture felt soft and silky, though the muscle beneath was taut; she felt the blood pulse through it on its path toward the engorged head.

He dropped to his forearms over her, still not resting his full weight on her, and began kissing her again, and nuzzling her neck. He took one of her breasts in his hand, and then put it in his mouth and sucked gently but firmly on her small, hard nipple. She moaned again and managed to wiggle out of her underwear. Then she wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him into her, impatient to feel his cock inside of her. She had strong legs from years of running, but he was too strong for her, and only grinned mischievously as he continued to devour her breasts with his mouth.

"Oh," she groaned in disappointment. He shushed her and then went back to kissing her neck and mouth, pressing the tip of his erection against her opening. She could feel her wetness, her desire, everywhere.

"You're so wet down there Courtney," he murmured, sucking on her neck. "Makes it hard for me not to slip up and do this."

And then with a gentle push he was inside her at last, and she arched her back to take him in, as much of him as she could, the full breadth and length of him. His cock really was wide, and it stretched her more than she expected, making her gasp, but he didn't stop, which she was thankful for, because even the pain was arousing, and welcome. And then the initial soreness washed away on a tide of rising desire, and she grabbed his ass with her hands and pull him into her even more.

"What a greedy girl," he said, and winked at her. Then he started to go into her with longer, faster strokes and she saw a faraway look overtake him, that focus on the horizon of orgasm that always came over men as they approached it. Meanwhile her own body was approaching its own edge, and her fingers crept down to the swollen pearl of her clitoris, slick with her own juices.

Suddenly she heard the sound of the front door slamming shut and she froze. Was that--?

"Is that Cam?" she whispered, a feeling of panic sweeping over her. Kyle slowed his movements, but didn't stop, and placed a hand over her mouth and motioned for her to be quiet.

She was overcome with horror and confusion, and at the same time the orgasm slowly but steadily growing inside her began to urgently claw at her insides, desperate for release. Kyle moved her hand back onto her clit, and continued to thrust his cock into her, slightly adjusting to reach even farther inside her cervix.

Just as she realized she had forgotten to tell Kyle that she was not on birth control she heard the door slam again, and to her horror she heard two voices instead of one in the living room.

"Where's your dad?" she heard a girl's voice say.

"I told you to stay in the truck." That was Cam, but who the hell was the girl?

"Is he here?" the girl said.

"Nah, I think he's out doing an evening check of the ranch," Cam replied.

Oh God, she was going to come, she was tipping over the point of no return. She took her hand away from herself, but it was too late, Kyle was hitting her cervix in a way that would push her right over the edge. As she began to tighten herself around his cock he pressed down harder on her mouth as though to muzzle her, and whispered "quietly baby girl" against her ear.

"Baby," she heard the girl purr, "Let's go do it on your dad's bed again. For old time's sake."

"Go back to the truck Madysen," Cam said, sounding annoyed. "I just need to get my wallet."

Her eyes widened. Madysen? Cam was fucking Madysen? But then the words and the thoughts became scrambled as she felt the full force of her orgasm erupt from deep inside her. Her entire body arched in response and she grew taut from both the waves of orgasm and the effort of remaining completely silent. A single cry escaped her before Kyle could readjust his hand more fully on her mouth. It became almost torture, the need to bottle in the full explosion occurring inside her, and yet it made the feel of his cock ramming into her cervix even sharper and more electric. And then Cam's father grunted and, shoving his cock as hard and deep as he could, she felt him release a flood of heat inside of her, and she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist as though to keep him inside of her as the last shudders of her own orgasm wracked her body. He finally lowered the fullness of his weight onto her as he continued to thrust and pump his remaining cum inside of her, and she sighed at the feeling of his body pressing down on her, like a heavy stone anchoring her safely to the earth. He groaned again and she cringed at its loudness, and then wondered if he had done it on purpose. As he slowly withdrew his cock from her and rolled over to his side she heard the front door slam again.

Kyle took his hand off of her mouth and began massaging her breast with it and sucking on her other nipple. A car engine roared to life and then disappeared into the distance.

"Oh shit," she said, out loud, the sound of her own voice startling her in the sudden quiet left behind by Cam and Madysen and her own lovemaking with Cam's father. Then she felt the trickle of his semen leaking out from between her legs.

"Oh shit," she repeated. And then gasped as one last, lone twinge of her orgasm struggled to escape her body.

He released her nipple from his mouth with a wet sucking noise, and smiled down at her.

"That was unexpected," he said.  

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