Amy: My Brother-in-law
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Incest, InLaws, Oral Sex,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Amy at long last decides to accept her brother-in-law's invitation for a vacation at his Colorado horse ranch. The vacation would be quite a ride. Can you say, "Ride 'em cowboy?"
It was the summer of 1946, and my, my! The traffic going to the train station in Chicago was horrible! My eighteen year old son was taking me. I was going to go out west to a ranch in Colorado for a long delayed vacation. My destination, a horse ranch called the Circle 8, was owned by my deceased husband's brother, Raymond.
I had not seen Ray for ten years. My husband, Larry, and I lived in Florida until the late war started and Ray was very busy raising horses, so we seldom got together. The war increased our separation from Ray and mine from my husband when he was called back into service to work in intelligence.
Shortly after the war began, in case Larry got called back, we moved back to Chicago to be near relatives and to get a new job for me. Just after I received the government telegram in January of 1944, informing me of Larry's death, I called Ray to tell him. Ray immediately invited me out to his Colorado ranch to get away and to rest, but I declined. In my June birthday card, Ray again invited me, but it wasn't until his 1945 Christmas card and enclosed train ticket to Colorado that the wheels were set in motion and I decided to go come summer. Now, here it is June and I am on my way.
I was in my mid forties that summer, but still athletically fit and toned as I worked out at a gym four to five days a week for two hours each time. Back then, that was unusual, especially for a woman, but it was not an unheard of activity. Consider the gymnasium and exercise equipment, with separate use times by gender, on the RMS Titanic of 1912, for example. Desires for physical fitness are not unique to the present.
I stood an even six foot in my bare feet and topped the scales at one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds. My boobs weren't gigantic, but they were more than ample for my frame and--they were all natural. Oh, and my butt still tucked up nice and tight. My long, shapely legs complemented my long torso and my long arms. I was definitely not scrawny, but I was long, lean, and mean. None of this is quite true today. The reflection in the floor length door mirror in my bathroom looks a bit different now.
At the time of my invitation, I had not dated since my husband died, but I did have one six week affair that ended badly, and I had been steadily and increasingly horny as hell again ever since. Maybe I could fix that in Colorado.
Well, son Carl got me to the station and onto the correct platform to board the train to Colorado. We hugged tightly and kissed goodbye and then Carl watched as I boarded for the two day, one night trip. The porter walked me to the Pullman car car and found my berth compartment where I stowed my bags and gear.
As I left my room to go to the dining car, I saw a young, blonde stud in the narrow aisle giving me the eye. I only got a quick glance at him as I squeezed past him in the confined space, but I liked what I saw. My horniness was getting to me.
That I liked what I saw must of showed, because he managed to brush my boobs and cop a feel of my ass as we passed. Boy, did that set the electric sparks tingling between my ass and my boobs! I got to the diner, sat at a table, and ordered a bloody mary. While I was perusing the menu for the evening meal, the young stud from the sleeping car sat down one table in front of and facing me.
I kept my eyes on the menu, with surreptitious looks over it, and he kept his eyes on me. The waiter appeared and I ordered fillet minion, au gratin potatoes, creamed asparagus, coffee, and cherry cobbler with ice cream. Yes, I like to eat and don't seem to gain no matter what I eat.
A short time later, the waiter reappeared with another bloody mary and said it was complements of the young gentleman at the next table. I raised my glass and my head, made eye contact with the stud and nodded my thanks.
He slowly rose and came over to my table. He asked, "Hi, my name's Kurt. May I join you?"
"Yes, that'd be nice, I don't like to eat alone."
The waiter appeared and took Kurt's order. We both simultaneously started to ask, "Where are you..." I finished alone, "Going?"
We laughed and Kurt said, "I'm headed to Oregon and a new job as a truck driver in the logging industry."
He said he was thirty-one and had been a heavy equipment operator in Florida.
I replied, "Well, I'm going to Colorado to the ranch owned and operated by my brother-in-law. It is a long awaited vacation for me."
Kurt asked, "What do you do?"
"I have owned and managed a real estate business in Florida for a number of years, but I moved back to Chicago at the start of the late war."
Kurt looked at my left hand and said, "I see you don't wear a wedding ring."
"No, I lost my husband shortly after the D-Day landings and I've been a widow for over a year now and unattached."
We continued our get acquainted conversation until the food arrived. We were both so hungry that silence reigned while we kept our mouths busy working on food rather than words. But other means of communication were about to begin.
I was wearing a light summer dress with half slip and strapless bra that pushed my boobs up enough to revealed a large amount of deep cleavage. The dress had a very low, scooped neck line. I was barefoot in sandals.
Kurt was dressed in light slacks, light short sleeved shirt, and loafers. We had barely begun to eat when I felt a stocking foot begin to rub my left calf. I smiled and the foot moved up under my dress to my thigh to rub some more. Then the foot withdrew while we finished our meal.
We ordered an after dinner drink and continued to chat. I had leaned far forward as many times as I dared while we were eating, This gave Kurt a very good down cleavage view each time. As we neared the bottom of the glass of our drinks, I felt the foot return, this time directly to my inner thigh, and I smiled again. Kurt saw me shiver some and advanced the foot further. He was now rubbing his foot over my panty clad pussy mound, underneath my skirt. I shivered some more.
The look on his face was priceless when Kurt suddenly found my bare foot rubbing his stiffening dick. And was that ever a fat cock. After a couple of minutes of this, my bare foot felt a small wet spot, at least that's what I thought it was.
"Kurt, Why don't we retire to my sleeping compartment where we can have some privacy?"
"That sounds like a great idea."
We both replaced our missing footgear and walked out.
I unlocked my berthing compartment and Kurt held the door while I walked in. As he entered and closed the door, I turned and embraced him. We kissed, deeply and passionately. I was hornier than horny and turned aggressive.
The bottle was uncorked and the Genie was out. I could no longer hold in my sexual desires. Our mouths opened. Tongues entwined. We licked and slurped in a long, wet, French kiss. Kurt nibbled and sucked on my neck, jaw, and ear, first on one side and then on the other. He left more than one hickey. Meanwhile, his hands had captured my butt and were squeezing rhythmically as he pulled my pussy in tight against his erect cock.
Kurt bunched my dress up in back, exposing my panty clad ass cheeks to his roving hands. One hand slipped under the waistband of those panties and then roved down my butt crack further and further. A finger momentarily probed my brown rosebud before it then probed further down and under to caress the ever growing wet spot on my panties. Kurt suddenly removed his hand and took it up under my skirt from the front. Kurt's hand then was playing with my pussy from the front and rubbing up and down my outer lips beside and under my panties. I'd managed to get his pants unzipped and had his huge cock out, stroking it up and down.
I said, "Enough of this, let's get these clothes off."
"Capital idea, Amy."
Slowly and teasingly, I stripped off Kurt's shoes and socks, then his shirt and trousers. This left his huge piece of man meat sticking straight out of the opening in his briefs. I paused long enough to suck several moans out of him and then stripped off his briefs. Now his cock was pointing straight up at me while it bobbed and twitched in anticipation. Precum was clearly bubbling out.
Then it was my turn and Kurt undressed me just as slowly and sensuously as I had done with him. I shivered violently in anticipation, wishing he'd hurry and get my clothes off faster. Once I was naked, he proceeded to my tits. I backed up, leading by a strangle hold on his stiff dick and fell back on the berth the porter had earlier made ready for the night. But it was so cramped and small, we quickly dropped to the floor on pillows.
Kurt immediately licked and sucked on my tits and nipples. My aureola are large and my nipples erected nearly a half inch into rock hardness. Kurt scooted up to place his big dick between my ample tits. I pressed them together and he did a slow tit fuck. His leaking pre cum provided needed lubrication.
As his circumcised cock head popped out the top of my cleavage, I put my mouth over it and licked and sucked for all I was worth. We continued in this fashion for several minutes.
"I need my pussy taken care of, Kurt, use your mouth, now, please."
Kurt moved down and eagerly licked up and down my gash. His tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into my slit, doing a merry go round on my clit every time he reached the top. Finally, he stopped at my cunt hole. He plunged in and gave me a real tongue fucking; so good that I came in wave after wave of pleasure.
My pelvis was undulating rapidly by now. Kurt moved up and positioned his cock on my pussy. He moved that big fuck stick up and down my slit as he previously had done with his tongue. I was leaving pussy juice all over that big dick. I came again and just kept on coming.
I was then bucking so hard that Kurt had some trouble getting his purple cock head into my love canal, but he finally managed. As he plunged into my heavenly gate, Kurt arched his back and drove all the way in to his balls. I continued to come, non stop, in successive rolls of pleasure and moans.
Kurt was so psyched that he only got three deep thrusts in before he blew his load in squirt after squirt of cock cream, deep into my pussy. I continued to squeal and moan in roll after roll of orgasmic release until I finally shivered into a limp stillness, barely able to breathe. My husband always used to make me come unbearably hard as well.
"Damn, woman, you are some piece of hot ass. I don't find many I can't keep up with, but you are one of them. Shit, you're some sex fiend."
"I'll take that as a compliment, but it has been a long time since I had a cock and a really good fuck. I guess it showed how horny I was--still am for that matter."
"Yeah, and I'm sorry, I tend to shoot too soon for most women on the first go 'round. But I can go much longer on the second go 'round."
He would soon proceed to prove that true. It took us, or I should say, him, some time to recover and clean each other up, which almost led to another fuck session as I wiped his cock down before he did the same for my pussy.
Kurt then tried to lay on the lower birth, but the space was so cramped, it did not work any better than the first try. So, we opened the upper birth and he climbed up while I took the lower and we slept for a couple of hours.
We did this off an on all night, fucking and sleeping, fucking and sleeping. We finally cleaned up the final time sometime after dawn and went to the dinning car for breakfast.
After eating, we parted company and with fond goodbyes, went our separate ways, he to his compartment to catch up his paper work (and, I suspect, to chase the redhead I had seen him watching from the corner of his eye) and me to the observation car to enjoy the scenery for the final eight hours of the train ride.
After a late lunch, I chatted with some of the other passengers and watched the world go by outside until the train pulled into a tiny, rural station in the Colorado ranch country. The tiny station building come waiting room was the only building in sight. It was the kind where the train only stops if the conductor has been alerted to the need to let a passenger on or off at a specified stop.
I climbed down onto the station platform and looked around as the train chugged off down the track. The late afternoon sun was casting long shadows. The slight breeze was blowing dust devils here and there and tumble weed, well, I guess, just tumbled. But, I was alone on the platform with my three suitcases and large steamer trunk.
There wasn't even an office or a ticket agent at this isolated place, to break the eerie loneliness and silence--just the wind. I was beginning to despair when, off in the distance, I spotted a long, hanging dust cloud, the front of which, seamed to be headed my direction.
Eventually a large, wooden wheeled buckboard, pulled by a matched team of bays, materialized out of the cloud and wheeled up to the end of the platform where the driver slid the team to a stop. I would learn this terminology later; I didn't know it at the time.
A tall, handsome and dusky cowboy stepped down and walked my way. "Sorry I'm late. You Amy?" he asked as he halted in front of me.
"Yes. Who're you?"
"I'm Ray, don't you recognize me?"
"OH MY GOD," I cried, "I haven't seen you for so long, that in truth, no I didn't recognize you, you handsome devil you."
"You're not so bad looking yourself, Amy, just a bit travel worn is all."
"Yes, I am in desperate need of decent shower facilities and a thorough freshening up." In more ways than one, right?
Ray was eight years younger than my late husband and I and the hard work on the ranch had kept him more than fit. He was handsome indeed. Six feet, eight inches tall, broad chested, rugged and muscular with close cropped sandy hair, he could have posed as a model for the later Marlboro Man.
He carried my luggage to the buckboard and loaded it. I commented on the large rolled up thing already there, but he made no comment at the time. Then he helped me up onto the passenger sea, showing me where to place my feet to climb aboard with my hand in his for support.
Ray had never married, but according to every Christmas note bragging, had quite a social life with the female gender. He would soon prove that he did indeed have quite a way with the ladies. At least he sure had a way with this particular lady.
As he chucked the horses into motion, Ray said, "It's nearly a three hour drive, by horse, to the ranch at a steady lope, four and a half if the horses walk more than they lope. Since the team had loped a good deal of the way to the station, I'll have to walk them most of the way back."
"As a city girl, I have a lot to learn about horses."
"Yes, well, that's why I always carry that bedroll you saw in the back on long trips in case of breakdowns or if I would happen to have to stay out overnight for any reason."
Ray also said," "I like to exercise this driving team as much as possible, hence their presence to pick you up rather than a horseless carriage. After all," he said, "this is a horse ranch and a working one at that."
Now I had a crush on Ray from the time I first met him and he was best man for his brother at our wedding. We let things get out of hand at the wedding dance where we fucked like a pair of horny rabbits in a rushed, ten minute quickie. Not that I hadn't already fucked Larry, because of course, I had.
But, I had only seen Ray once since that time, about three years later during his short, two hour visit at our place in Florida. Ray left right after he had supper with Larry and me.
We spent the first half hour of the ride getting reacquainted with each other and renewing old memories. This included, eventually, the memory of our quick "Wham bam, thank you Ma'am" at my wedding twenty years ago.
I was still horny has hell even after the train ride, a ride that had only reawakened dormant feelings and desires that would not be soon quenched again. So, When Ray put his arm around me in the chill evening air, I made no resistance whatever. After all, I had once gone all the way with him already.
In fact, I snuggled up real close and placed my hand on his inner thigh. The sun was long down and we were by then under a clear sky full of stars with a full moon rising. A coyote or something wailed in the distance. It was definitely a very romantic setting.
It wasn't long before Ray's hand dipped down into my dress top at the same instant mine moved up to his crotch and found a monster in the making. Talk about two like minds!
He didn't seem surprised and certainly not displeased to discover my naked boobs under my dress. He caressed them, first one, then the other, rolling the nipple each time. My hand on his crotch was being pushed up by a still growing and pulsing monster.
As our sexual fervor grew, Ray said, "Let me tie off the reins to the front rail here and we can get into the back for this. The horses know the way home, they don't need me to guide them. That's one of the advantages of horses over cars." Then Ray said to the horses, "Dan, Jake, home boys." The horses plodded on at a fast walk, heads bobbing.
Ray climbed over the seat and moved the cargo around to the sides to give us a close but useable space where he unrolled his bedroll. He helped me over the seat and onto the soft sleeping bag. He eased my dress top down. He then went to work licking and kissing my big boobs, paying special attention to each hard nipple with light nibbles and bites.
He said, "God, I've been a very long time waiting for more of this--from you. Your nipples taste divine."
As Ray went back to work on my tits, I unzipped his pants and dug out his cock. And I suddenly remembered how monstrously large it had been back at my wedding twenty years ago and it had not gotten any smaller. His cock was half again as large as his brother's.
Deflated, it must have hung down at least eleven inches. But it certainly wasn't deflated right then. Ray's big fuck stick was already more than half erect and my jacking on him quickly brought him to a full, hard erection of almost unbelievable length and width. A real, one eyed monster! But I sure wasn't complaining, that's for damned sure.
He was already dripping pre cum too, getting my hand sticky immediately. As our passion mounted and the moving, swaying buckboard on the bumpy road jolted us, we grew ever more unsteady on our feet. I remember thinking, damn this's going to be one helluv a ride.
So, as ray wiggled out of his shirt, I unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor around his boots. He then dropped my dress, half slip, and panties to the floor. The clothing lay scattered on top of his unrolled bed roll blankets and we crashed down upon them in a fit of passion.
"No 'wham bam, thank you Ma'am' this time," Ray said as he dived in head first between my legs and into my pussy. I got a real tongue lashing from him, tender and gentle at first, but then with a growing urgency and fierceness that set me even more on fire.
My pussy swelled and tingled as it became engorged with blood. Pussy juice flowed freely and Ray licked up much of it, but the flow was heavy enough, he could not quite keep up. I moaned with pleasure as Ray used his tongue under my clit and his teeth around it until my clit erected into a miniature, two inch dick. Once again, I shuddered into rolling, continuous orgasms that would not stop coming.
"I can't stand it any more, Ray, fuck me now please. Fuck me hard."
Ray moved up to comply with my wishes and mounted me, sliding his cock up and down my slit a time or two, going deeper each time until he found the entrance to my heavenly gate. He managed to get his cock head in, but my gyrations bounced him out twice before he managed to sink in beyond just his helmet.
Then Ray thrust hard, all the way in to his balls and held me down and still for a bit so both of us could savor the moment of fullness. It was a sweet moment that turned into more than two minutes that we lay still with me impaled on that monster thirteen inches. It felt deliriously pleasurable. The bouncing, swaying buckboard provided some movement in my cunt.
I screamed in delight, "OH MY GOD, oh my God, YES, YES, YES!"
My orgasms continued, unabated, my physical motion muted by Ray holding me down. My cervix must have been displaced quite a bit to get that monster in that deep. At least I think I had all of his cock in my love tunnel. I really didn't care at that point. Regardless, I no doubt was going to feel it in spades on the morrow.
Now, this buckboard at least, was sprung with a transverse leaf spring at both ends (Ray explained this much, much later after my inquiry). Better than none at all, but still a damned sight more stiff than a modern car.
But, as Ray once again pumped slowly in and out of my pussy, the buckboard bounced over the rough road almost in time to his thrusts in a crazy kind of "assisted cock pump." It felt pretty damned good in my pussy, but it was hard as hell on my back, despite the clothes and blankets we had underneath us.
Ray was so big and my pussy was stretched so far and tight, we just did a very slow fuck for nearly twenty minutes. My orgasms, though weakened, had still not abated, but continued, one after the other like a machine. Ray finally climaxed in shuddering squirt after squirt that pumped so much cock cream to combine with my copious pussy juices that we made an indescribable mess of everything under and around us on the floor of the buckboard.
I collapsed like a wet noodle, finally spent and exhausted from non stop orgasms that petered out, pun intended, at last. I was so gasping for breath that I was very close to needing oxygen. Ray wasn't in much better shape. It was a damned good thing, according to Ray, that there would be few people around the ranch house until morning. Our clothes were a disaster beyond belief. But I also knew I wanted to see a very great deal more of this man and his great fuck stick than just this one night.
Our clean up attempt nearly had us fucking again. Ray licked and sucked my pussy and crack clean and dry of our combined juices and then I did the same to his cock and balls. Ray, or rather his fuck stick, was standing at full attention again long before we were completely done.
I say attempted because we were so full of sex juices and smells, I wonder that even the horses could stand us. Hah. Ray leaned against his large bedroll and I sat between his legs and leaned against him with his arms around me. His exposed dick stood upright against my back. He played with my tits and my pussy for a long time.
I finally said, "Ray, you got my pussy juices running again."
He replied, "It's ok, we are approaching the rock pool. We can get down for a swim and to clean up. I can't do much about the clothes, but at least we will feel and smell better before we drive up to the ranch."
"Oh God, Ray, you don't know how much I appreciate that."
After a half an hour of pure ecstasy in the water, cold as it was, we dressed, dripping wet and shivering, but refreshed. We climbed back into the buckboard for the final minutes of the drive to the ranch. Unfortunately, we couldn't do much about the smelly clothes. It was to cold to rinse them and wear them wet.
When we at last turned under the overhead ranch sign arch into the two mile lane up to the house, Ray said, "Amy, I have two bedrooms, separated by a monster bath and dressing room. How 'bout you take the guest one and after we get settled in, we can shower together. that shower would hold ten people. I know because it has on past occasions"
"That sounds great to me," I replied as the horses picked up the pace without urging. They knew they were about home and a fresh stall with hay. And me, well, I guess I thought I might be home too!
Thus began a vacation that went on, and on, and...