*Author’s Note: Finished part of the excerpt found on my profile.*
When Jordan woke up, she realized that what she was thinking last night was just a reaction to her being so horny. She hadn’t slept with anyone in months.
She got up, then headed downstairs for breakfast. Her father was already tending to the horses. Her mother was making breakfast with a massive smile on her face.
“What got you so happy this early?” Jordan asked.
“You,” her mother smiled and sat next to her.
Jordan looked at her mother even in her elder years. Her mum maintained a nice plump figure. She was not as big as her sister but nowhere near skinny. Her boobs were big, just like every female in the family.
Jordan remembered the day Sherry’s breasts started to grow. Her mother warned her that they would never stop. It was a family thing, and there was no fighting it.
When Jordan hit sixteen, she thought the same thing would happen to her, but it didn’t. She didn’t start growing till she was in her later years, and it was true. Sometimes to this day, she had to get a new bra.
“What did I do?” Jordan asked.
Her mom brushed aside a lock of her brownish-grey hair.
“The walls aren’t that thick,” she gave her daughter a wink.
Jordan’s face flushed a bright red. Her mom laughed at her.
“Seems like Rick is in for a rude awakening tonight,” she smiled.
“No, it’s not like that,” Jordan said as she stood up.
“Shit Jordie. A woman has needs and so does a man. Why do you think your father works out there all day?” Her mom said with a huge smile on her face.
“Mom,” Jordan said, quite embarrassed.
“He needs to keep that body in shape, to keep up with me,” her mom was smiling from ear to ear.
“Mom. Stop.” Jordan said, trying not to listen.
“He sure as hell did not marry me for my smarts. He married me for these,” her mom said, bouncing her enormous boobs. “He still can’t keep his hands off them,” she said as she saw Jordan walk out of the house. “It’s only natural!” she shouted.
Marge loved teasing her kids.
Jordan looked around but could not see her father. She knew he must be somewhere out in the fields. She went to the truck parked in the shed. It was her father’s, but since he had an accident a long time ago, he couldn’t drive it. She started it up.
“Going somewhere?” her father asked.
“To find you,” she said, turning it off.
“Ah,” he said.
The two of them worked in the fields. Then they took the horses out. They mainly grew tomatoes and other more miniature vegetables to sell at the local grocery stores. Nothing big or that needed too much work. They hardly talked, which Jordan liked. She had missed these quiet times with her father, he did not speak much, but when he did, people listened.
“So, you have a date with Rick tonight huh?” he asked as they headed back to the house.
“Yeah,” she said.
She looked at him. She could see he was not happy.
“Don’t like him much, I gather?” she asked.
He shrugged.
“Your too old for me to tell you, who I do or do not like,” he said, scratching the hair under his hat.
They sat on the porch steps.
“But tell me anyway,” she said.
“I don’t like how he got the job. It was disrespectful,” he said.
This was news to Jordan. According to Rick, he had won it in an election.
“Didn’t he win it?” she asked.
“Yeah, he went to the county, and asked for an election because of what happened with Cole,” her father said.
He had peeked at her interests.
“A few years back. Some black guys came into town, on their way to some other city, or something. Anyway, they went into the hardware store and stole a few things,” he said
He was looking out across the field, looking at the sun dropping.
“Anyway, Cole was nearby, so he got the call. He went out there and chased those boys right into the hands of the others out there on Dave’s road,” he said as if he had been there.
“Rick was just a deputy then. They cornered the guys, but Cole let em go, as long as they returned what was stolen,” he said, shaking his head. “Well two weeks later, those same guys robbed another hardware store, they shot and killed two people as they escaped,” he looked over at Jordan.
“Rick went to the county, he told them, that Cole had let those men go a few weeks before the incident. The county ordered an election. Cole lost; Rick won. It wasn’t fair in many people’s eyes. But what is done is done.”
Jordan sat there. She did not know what to say. She could see both sides of the story, but she wanted to hear it from Rick. Cole had been like another father to her when she was growing up. He had let her, and her friends get away with some crazy stuff.
Jordan looked in the mirror. She admitted to herself she looked great. She wore skin-tight jeans that she didn’t think would fit her, but they had barely just managed to button at the top. She turned around to check out her ass.
She remembered the guys at work used to call her a whootie; it took her a while to find out what it meant. She had to admit they were right. She did have a nice ass.
She wore a black shirt, which was her mother’s a long time ago. It fit tightly across her chest. There were not many shirts or tops that she could wear.
Jordan had long ago stopped thinking she could button any of her shirts all the way up. She wore one of her father’s flannel shirts over it; it was black, grey and white. Jordan buttoned the bottom four buttons and tucked it into the jeans. Yup, she looked great.
There was a loud honk outside. She jumped but then smiled. She ran downstairs as she looked at her father sitting in his rocking chair. He was shaking his head.
“Tell him not to do that. He’ll scare the horses,” he said.
“Yes sir,” Jordan said as she ran outside.
Rick was standing outside of his truck. She could tell he had cleaned it.
“Thought you boys liked your trucks dirty?” she said smiling.
“Well, I figured I would clean it up since you’re a city girl and all,” he said.
He was wearing a white plain shirt with jeans. He had cleaned up, his hair was nicely cut, and he was clean-shaven.
“I dunno,” she said. “I liked the rough look,” she said, looking up at him.
He was almost 7 ft tall. He was not muscular big, but a very intimidating tall and wide man. His brown hair was cut short. His blue steel eyes looked down at her.
“Plus, do I look like a city girl?” Jordan said, spinning around.
“Nah!” he said as he slapped her on the ass. “Get your country ass in there. Let’s go.”
She hopped in the truck. He got in, then turned the truck around.
“Father said not to honk your horn next time. You’ll scare the horses.” she said as she buckled in.
Rick smiled. He honked the horn loud and long.
“Rick!” she said, looking at him.
“What? It’s my acknowledgment,” he said, smiling.
“Not funny,” she said.
She was serious.
“Fine. I will apologize next time I see him,” Rick said.
She still wasn’t happy.
“What now?”
“He doesn’t like you much.”
“Since when have you been daddy’s girl?”
“I’m not. It’s just that. I am back home, and I want to make amends,” Jordan said, settling down for the drive.
“Look there are many people. That don’t like what I did. It had to be done. Cole was getting soft. Many people knew it, including your father. They felt bad for Cole, he is a nice guy, I get it. I did what was right for this town, and I am not gonna apologize or feel bad for it. So if that’s what you want. I might as well turn around right now,” he said as he brought the truck to a stop.
He looked at her. She opened the door.
“I will walk,” she said as she went to get out.
“You’re serious?” he said.
“No one gives me an ultimatum Rick. Not you, not my father. No one. I asked you a question, you gave me an answer. There was no reason for the rest,” she looked back at him.
He shook his head.
“So, we going to dance or am I walking?” she asked.
“Close the damn door,” he said, shaking his head.
She closed it.
“You sure have not changed Jordie,” he said, shaking his head.
“Did you expect me to?” she said with a smile.
“How did those city boys, put up with you?” he asked.
“Truthfully? They would have let me walk,” she said, shrugging.
They both laughed.
The bar was not full of people. Most of the people were drinking at the bar. She walked over to her sister, who was still at the bar.
“Is it normally like this?” Jordan asked.
“No. Usually there aren’t so many,” Sherry replied.
Rick and her sat in one of the seats, next to the dance floor. Only four people were dancing after what seemed like a few hours. Jordan had to admit that even with the slight hiccup at the beginning. It wasn’t a bad date.
She saw another side to Rick. He was right; he was not the childish, immature person she had left. She looked over at the dance floor. No one was dancing.
She got up and went to the man in a small room that played the music.
She got out on the dance floor as the man played the song she requested. She loved this song. It was a country song with an excellent beat. When she began to dance, another lady joined her. She looked over at Rick, who shook his head then got up. Then another, then another.
They were all dancing in line to the same moving and scooting. Jordan looked around. The small dance floor was almost full. There were still people dancing over by the tables.
Jordan looked over at her sister and motioned for her to join. Her sister made her way out to the floor. The song changed, but people still were dancing.
Jordan laid there looking up at the stars; she looked back at the events that had led to her leaving this place.
The door to the truck slammed, bringing her back to reality. The both of them had left the bar. They had gone out to one of the fields. It was one of the few fields that had a great view of the stars. She laid in the back of the pick-up truck. Rick climbed in and laid beside her.
“Remember when we used to come out here.” he said, holding her hand.
“Yeah,” she said, remembering.
He gently kissed her.
“Always wanted to do that,” he said smiling.
“Oh yeah. What else?” Jordan asked with a devilish smile.
He began to kiss her, and one of his hands began to fondle one of her tits.
“Thought as much,” she grinned.
He kept kissing her. His hand was pawing and squeezing at her boobs. She loved them being touched.
Jordan reached down into his pants, squeezing his dick in her hand. She pulled down his jeans, then sat up. She had wanted this thing in her mouth all night.
It kept poking her leg while she was dancing. The whole drive over here, it was on her mind.
She engulfed the whole six and a half inches down her mouth. There was a loud moan from Rick as his hands fell to the sides. His pelvis pushed upwards into her mouth. She bobbed her head down, taking all of it in. Then released only to go back down again.
“Holy fucking shit!” Rick shouted.
He looked down at her. He watched as she took his whole dick into her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down faster and faster. She had plenty of practice with bigger ones. Her rhythm kept getting faster and faster as she took it all in, twisting her head this way and that while she was doing it.
“Fuck!” he said as he held her head down.
Jordan pushed his hand away. She did not need any help with this. She took it all the way in then she started to squeeze his balls with her hand gently.
Jordan felt his dick throb in her mouth. She knew he was about to cum.
Rick tried to push her head down with his hands. She brushed them aside. She was more than capable of keeping her own head down.
She took his whole dick down to the base. Then she lightly squeezed his balls, making sure he shot a good load into her mouth.
Then he came. Jordan swallowed it all. Looking up at him as she did so.
She laid back with a smile on her face.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” Rick said, breathing heavy.
“Do you really want to know?” she asked. “Or are you just glad to reap the benefits?”
“Don’t tell me,” he replied.
He began to take off her shirt.
“I want to see how big these things are,” he said.
She lifted so that he could take the shirt off.
“Damn!” he said, looking down at her bra.
He began to tear it off.
“Fuck No!” she said, pushing his hands away. “You can tear the shirt. Not the bra. Do you know how much these bra’s cost?” she said, smiling at him.
She took off the bra herself. Rick’s face said it all as he stared at them.
He began to kiss them first. Then he found the nipples. She had small nipples for having such huge breasts. They were the most sensitive part of her body.
One of her ex’s had brought her to cum, just by sucking and nibbling on them.
Rick was not like that ex. He was mauling her chest to the point it was more painful than pleasurable. He did not pay much attention to her nipples. Then his hand found its way between her legs.
She moaned, trying to make him pay more attention to her now pulsing pussy.
He got the hint. His mouth started to kiss down her body. He peeled off her jeans. Her panties were the next thing off. She closed her eyes, expecting his mouth to find her, but she felt nothing. Then she felt the head off his dick lined up with her.
She looked down, making sure he was wearing protection. When she saw it, she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.
He pushed forward, lifting her legs onto his shoulder. She almost screamed as she felt his dick slide into her.
“Fuck,” he moaned in pleasure.
He began to slide in and out of her slow at first.
She could feel all of him inside her. Her hand marched its way down her body to find her clit.
He rocked back and forth.
“Faster,” she said.
Her toes were curling as he began to fuck her faster.
“Right there!” Jordan screamed, feeling him going deeper inside her.
He was really fucking her now. His balls slapped against her faster and harder.
Damn, she needed this. She thought. She rubbed herself faster to keep up with Rick’s rapid movement.
“Oh fuck!” he said as his body began to tighten.
He slammed it all the way into her as his body shuddered. Then he pulled out and lay beside her.
“Fuck that was good,” he said.
Jordan looked over at him. She wasn’t even close to finishing. He kissed her on the forehead, and then he pulled on his pants. He looked over at her. Then he looked at his watch.
“We got to go to Joe’s, he is throwing a party.” he said, jumping out of the back of the truck.
She couldn’t believe it. Here she was still with her fingers on her clit, naked. While he was already in the cab of the truck with the engine started.
He knocked on the back window, motioning for her to hurry.
She was infuriated. She quickly got dressed, then went into the cab.
“Take me home,” she said, putting her shirt back on.
“You don’t want to go to Joe’s?” he said. He drove out of the field.
“No,” she said.
“Why not?” he asked.
She could see in his face he had no clue. She wasn’t about to start another fight.
“Have to help, my father tomorrow,” she lied.
He tried to ask her what was wrong the whole way back. She said nothing. They got to the dirt road that leads to her house.
“I will walk from here,” she said silently. “Don’t want to scare the horses.”
He leaned over to kiss her. But she was already out the door.
“See you tomorrow?” he asked.
There was some concern in his voice. Jordan was already past the point of caring. She nodded and began walking. His truck backed out and raced away. She walked the dirt path up to the house. She threw stones in every direction as she walked up to the house.
“I used to do that,” her mother said, startling her as she got to the porch.
“What are you doing up?” Jordan said. She sat on the bench next to her.
“Your father is snoring again,” her mother said. “I will give him some time to really fall asleep, then I will go in,” she said, smiling. “I take it, the date went bad?”
“Nah. It was okay. Not the worst,” Jordan shrugged.
Which was the truth. It had not been a bad date. Just the sex was terrible.
“It will get better,” her mother said with an evil grin.
“Mom!” Jordan said.
“What?” her mom said innocently. “Women can tell these things. You think your father was a stud the first time?”
“Oh my god,” Jordan said, standing up. “I am not going to listen to this,” she said, smiling. “I love you mom,” she said, kissing her mom on the forehead.
She walked inside.
“He barely found the hole,” her mom said.
Marge loved antagonizing Jordan. It never worked with Sherry. Even as a kid, Jordan was the one to tell scary stories to get a reaction. Sherry would just sit there and listen. If she said something embarrassing to Sherry, she would add to it. But not Jordan. She would get all flushed and run away.
The morning came fast. Jordan put on a pair of jeans and her dad’s shirt, then went outside. She began working on a tree stump that had been bugging her since she came back. Her father walked up to her.
“Bad night?” he asked, sitting on the back of the truck.
She looked back.
“How can you tell?” she asked.
She never lied to her father. He would see right through it.
“One you’re taking an ax to a tree stump, instead of its roots. And two you have my shirt on backwards,” he said.
Sure enough, as she looked at the shirt, it was on backwards. She let out a sigh.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked.
She smiled, looking back at him with a grin.
“Do you really want to hear about it?” she asked.
“Nope,” he replied with a smile.
They both laughed. They spent the next few hours tearing the tree stump out of the ground and replanting a new tree. She looked over at the house. She could see Rick’s sheriff truck. She took a deep sigh.
“I better go see what he wants,” she said.
“Yup,” her father nodded.
She climbed over one of the gates, then ran across the small field that separated the house from the rest of the grounds. Rick was talking to her mom.
“Hey Jordie,” her mom said as she was peeling potatoes. “Rick was just telling me how you had people dancing last night.”
“That’s great,” Jordan said. “Can I see you outside for a minute.”
Rick gave the nod to her mother, then followed Jordan outside.
“What’s on your mind?” he said, wrapping his arms around her.
She peeled them off.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, still mad.
“Had some free time. So, I thought I would come spend some time with you,” Rick said, trying to get close to her. “The way you acted last night, I thought we might need to talk, since we are you know,” he tried to hug her again.
“Wait. You think. No. No. It was a date!” Jordan said, shaking her head
“What about after the date?” he said with a smile on his face.
“You mean the two minutes we spent in the back of your truck?” she said.
He tried to hush her.
“No, you can shout we are together. But I can’t tell the truth?” Jordan said.
He grabbed her hard.
“Let go, Or I swear. I will go to jail for hitting you, in your uniform.”
“What is your problem?” he asked her.
“You don’t even know,” she said, shaking her head and walking towards the house.
“Well, I guess. I will tell Cyndi and Joe to call off our date then,” he said, walking towards the driver side of his truck.
“What?!” she said, racing back to him. “You told Cyndi?” she said in disbelief. “As in blabber mouth Cyndi?”
“Yeah, her and a few others were at Joe’s. I guess I got excited that we finally were together. So I told a few people,” he said, shrugging.
Jordan almost fell as she walked backwards.
“A few people. What exactly?” Jordan asked
“You know,” he said, with a massive grin on his face.
“Go Rick. Just go!” she said, walking into the house.
Her mom was still peeling potatoes, but she gave Jordan a look that said. ‘I’m sorry.’
Jordan raced up to her room. She slammed the door behind her. Then let out a loud yell as she fell onto the bed.
Author’s Second Note: Chapter’s 2-4 can be found on my [Amazon](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B098XR4M18) and free pages, the links can be found on my profile.
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