The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“That poor girl,” Hale laughed as Betty rumbled through to New Mexico.

“It was a really cute dress,” Casey said. She looked over her shoulder to the back seat. The truck bed had things like the tent, the cooler, camping stuff. Their clothes and things were on the back bench under the watchful guard of Dipper and Ranger. “But, I guess we should scale back on the souvenirs.”

“Hell no!” Ivy said, riding window seat. She sat Indian-style, rolling the third ring around in her fingers. The jewelry box was open in her lap. “We gotta get at least one more souvenir.”

“You’re more than a souvenir to me,” Hale said.

Red deepened on Ivy’s cheeks. She smiled broadly. “Yeah, hell yeah!”

Casey giggled. “To me too.”

“Still,” Ivy said. “Sweet heartwarming metaphors aside. We got this and nippy little coyote who isn’t happy when it isn’t on a girl’s finger. What are we looking for?”

“Hot,” Casey said, she reached over and squeezed Hale’s thigh. “But hot’s not enough.”

“Obviously hot,” Ivy scoffed. “I don’t want to fuck some uggo chick any more than Hale does.”

“We don’t have to be mean about it,” Hale said.

“But we do have to be honest,” Ivy said. “Hale, what kind of girls do you like?”

“Casey and Ivy,” he said.

“I like big tits,” Casey said, ignoring Hale’s sweetness.

“I like juicy asses,” Ivy said. “I was thinking maybe a blonde?”

“Oh!” Casey said. “I’ve always thought Asian girls, like Koreans, were cute!”

“Hale?”

“Seriously?” He hummed for a second. “I haven’t met a demographic of girls that doesn’t include hot ones. I’m not picky.”

“Be picky!” Ivy said.

“Yeah, make us feel like we’re the best of the best, the hottest of the hot, the sexiest of the sexy!”

Hale laughed. “You are. I mean, once you can get over the high jump, I don’t care what color sneakers you’re wearing.”

“Dumb metaphor,” Ivy said. “How about a girl with glasses? I like nerdy cute chicks.”

“Oh! Glasses can be so cute!” Casey agreed.

“How about...” Hale interjected. “We figure out what we’re doing in New Mexico?”

“Balloons,” Ivy said.

“Oh! The balloon festival’s on?!” Casey asked, getting excited.

“What?” Hale asked.

“The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta’s going to be going on when we’re driving through,” Ivy said. “It’s a fucking massive event. It’s amazing. Back when mi Abuelo was still alive, my family and I would drive up every year. It’s like the ultimate family vacation.”

“And you want to go again?”

“I want to show you two what’s there,” she said. “But we got a few days.”

“Alright,” Hale said. “What are we doing first?”

Casey took up her phone. “I found this a few days ago. Wanna check this out?”

“I can’t look at your phone, I’m driving,” Hale said.

“She wants to go horseback riding. There’s a ranch not far out of the city that she found a site for. A~and, she already booked us on your card anyways.” Ivy laughed.

“It sounds like a good plan to me,” Hale said. “Now that we’re financially obligated to do it.”

Casey squealed and kissed both of their cheeks.

“Our thighs and asses are going be so sore after this,” Ivy said.

“And Casey will kiss them all better,” Hale said.

“Hell yeah, I will!” Casey said. She grinned, leaned forward, cranked the tape deck and started screaming out the lyrics until everyone ed her.

Dakota Chase petted her mustang’s neck as the clients parked their car and crossed over towards. Two pretty girls and a guy driving a nice looking, for an older model, Ford.

Dakota sat tall on the horse. She had volunteered to play tour guide for the group. Her grandfather ran the ranch, there was always work to do, and the one thing he both loved and hated was working with tourists who overpaid to ride his horses.

Dakota waved, slinging herself off the saddle and hopping down to the dusty grass. She flattened her sundress skirt down and put on the smile. Gotta have the smile. Especially at work.

The redhead and the Latina were excited to whisper about her as she approached. Dakota lifted her cowboy had so she could better set her hair back behind her ears. She approached the man, he seemed to be running herd on the girls.

Dakota was a native American girl, a shade older than Ivy, a little taller than Casey, and skinnier than both girls. She had a slim figure, small breasts, a tight but little ass, and skinny legs. She had bright brown eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones, and that killer smile. Her off the shoulder dress floated with her gait. The spurs on her cowboy boots clicked.

“You must be Casey,” she said, grabbing Hale’s outstretched hand.

“I’m Hale,” he said, he nodded to the redhead. “She’s Casey, and our third friend is Ivy.”

“Hello gorgeous!” Ivy said. Casey elbowed her.

Dakota smiled and her cheeks tinged with red. She was used to compliments and catcalls, she didn’t blush much anymore, but Ivy’s comment was so intense and surprising, and from a girl, Dakota had been caught off guard.

“Hi, Hale, I’m Dakota Chase, this is Chase Ranch. Behind me,” she gestured to her horse, “is Renegade, and just behind that there’s a stable where we keep the horses.” She put a hand on her hips. “Now, I want you all to be kind and warm to my horses. They’re living creatures and they don’t like meanies.”

Hale crossed his heart. “Best behavior.”

“I can’t make that promise,” Ivy said. “But not because I’m gonna be mean. Not mean at all.”

Casey elbowed Ivy again. “What she meant to say is ‘Lead the way, gorgeous.’”

“You’re not as bad as they are?” she asked Hale.

“Not until you want me to be,” he said. “I’ve never ridden a horse before. Wanna help me not look like a fool in front of the ladies?”

“That,” Dakota said, smile back in force. “I can do.”

It was clear that Hale didn’t know how to sit a horse. Especially next to the other three women he was with. He slumped forward too much. Dakota clearly had the most experience, but Ivy and Casey were doing well, probably having had lessons in middle or high school, by Dakota’s guess. Hale was out of his element. He had even tried to mount, Charlotte, his chestnut mare by putting the wrong foot in the stirrup. He took the immediate ribbing from Casey and Ivy in good humor. Dakota was impressed. Hale wanted to look good, but he was even charming when he was getting tease.

And, if he had these two girls flirting with him?

He was off limits!

She had to shout that in her mind. She hated home-wreckers. Her stepmother was a total cunt and the ‘friends’ she had from high school were better off way in the past.

She had her smile.

It was a beautiful day.

The horses and the clients were in good spirits. And she had the company of a handsome guy and a couple of pretty girls for her adventure. Better than some days, that was for certain.

“Oh wow!” Casey said as she trotted, Nevermore, the white-footed black bay up ahead. “Wow!”

The trail through the back of her grandfather’s ranch would take them on a slow decline down a semi-steep but relatively shallow gorge, across the river and back up the slow sloping hills upstream. Casey was acting like a lot of tourists when they got to the edge of the gorge.

“It’s beautiful,” Ivy agreed hurrying up to Casey.

Hale seemed more than happy with the walk, no need to force Charlotte to move faster than she wanted. Dakota looped back.

“You should try to have better posture,” she suggested.

He attempted to roll his shoulder back.

“They are right about the beauty,” he said, eyes clearly on hers. She smiled, turning to look over the river.

“Yeah, I see it dozens of times a week,” she said. “I’m glad I didn’t get desensitized.”

“And if it looks this good from horseback,” he said. “I’m sure it’ll be amazing from the balloon tomorrow.”

“Oh, you’re down for the festival?” she asked, getting him to the edge. “Girls! You too, Casey! Wait, don’t go down the trail. You’ll follow me and Buccaneer,” she said, patting her stallion’s neck. “The horses know the cliff, let them walk it, trust them.” She turned. “Are you ballooners yourself or did you book a tour with somebody?”

“You’d have to ask Ivy,” Hale said. “I’m good for a lot of things. Planning... Well they don’t really let me do it.”

Dakota laughed. “Alright! Everyone, follow me.”

Ivy hung back as the horses followed Buccaneer’s tail, single file down the hill. She twisted in the saddle and gestured from her ring to Dakota. Hale nodded.

“Casey’s got the third. When we stop for the picnic.”

Ivy was bouncing in the saddle more than her red dun demanded.

“This is lovely,” Casey said as she hopped down. She rubbed her cheek warmly on her mare’s snout and spun around. “A beautiful little place. It feels...” She hummed, thinking of the right word.

“Secret?” Dakota suggested. “Like we’re the only people in the world out here?”

“Yeah!” Casey said. Ivy and Hale weren’t far behind. Casey walked close, watching Dakota tend to the horses. “Is this your plan for a career or...”

“Probably not,” Dakota said. “I know I want to have pets and an animals. I love the simpleness of it all, but I wouldn’t mind a little more people around.”

“Like say... nine?” Casey grinned. “Just firing out a random number.”

“I was thinking living closer to the city where there’s more restaurants at hand,” she laughed. “But, sure. Nine’s as good a number as any. You and Hale are together?”

“Yeah, we got together after finishing exams,” Casey said.

“Like a couple of weeks ago?” Dakota asked, needing to recover her smile as Ivy and Hale entered the little cut of the rock that was going to serve as their warm, but shady, picnic spot.

“Not quite three,” Casey said.

Ivy was nodding wildly. Dakota jogged over to Hale, not to help him down, but to be there if he needed help down. She caught his elbow when he jumped down.

“I’m glad you let us set this up,” Ivy said as she and Casey started unrolling the blanket. “Can you drink on the job?”

There was just one bottle of sparkling wine to divide among all four of them.

“That seems OK,” Dakota said. “You’re not having a special thing or anything. I don’t mind taking Buccaneer to stretch his legs some if you want a little friendly time.”

“No, come on, sit down,” Ivy said, offering a glass. “The more the merrier!”

“We picked up some really nice looking sandwiches from this place down the road,” Casey said.

“Yeah, that’s my cousin’s place,” Dakota said. “Did she upsell you on the sour dough bread?”

“Of course,” Ivy said, elbowing Hale. “He’s easy to get more out of with a bright smile.”

“And a low cut dress,” Casey added.

Dakota grinned. She ed them on the blanket.

“You guys are going ballooning tomorrow?” Dakota asked, taking a bite of the offered sandwich. “Oh, wow, these are so good.”

“Do you know the recipe?” Casey asked, grinning.

“Yeah, but I’m not the magician Stella is,” Dakota said. “Plus, I’ve never baked my own bread. I’d never get it this fluffy.”

“She did wonders,” Hale agreed. He lifted his glass. “To a wonderful summer and new friends and adventures.”

Dakota noticed when she clinked her glasses that the rings they were wearing all matched. They looked silver, and while Hale’s had a bit of black to it, the girls had white. She had inferred that they were a bit of a throuple, more power to them, but Dakota couldn’t imagine herself in a situation like that.

“What do the ring’s mean?” she asked. Even if it wasn’t her choice, the rings and the runes, they had to have some sort of spiritual meaning. Dakota loved that stuff.

“They were a gift,” Hale said.

“Oh hey cutie!” Ivy waved ed Dakota’s shoulder. Dakota turned and saw a little coyote drinking from the river.

“Careful now,” Dakota said. “The coyote’s a bit of trickster, you never know what they want.”

“I dunno,” Casey laughed. “Sometimes he can be very direct.”

Ivy and Casey fell into themselves laughing. Dakota watched, smiling in a way that declared quite clearly that she didn’t get the joke.

“A gift from whom?” Dakota asked, turning her attention to Hale who at least had it together.

“My... grandfather,” he said. Then he shook his head. It didn’t feel right holding back from a girl he wanted to share a ring with. She was so incredibly cute and just warm all day. “My stepfather’s father actually. It came with the truck.”

“Oh wow,” she said, then her face fell as she recognized the soft smile on Hale’s face as grief. She reached out and squeezed his wrist. “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks,” he said. “The thing I’m trying to do now is share the time I have with the best people. Case?”

“Oh! Right!” she said, digging through her bag. Dakota stared in shock as another woman’s ring was pulled out and held in front of your face.

“C’mon,” Ivy said. “Be on team Hale! It’ll make the day amazing.”

“Oh,” Dakota said, “Thank you so much. But, I definitely couldn’t.” She brushed her hands on her skirt. “Enjoy your picnic, I’ll be back with Buccaneer in a bit. I want to make sure they all drank enough.”

Hale watched her walk off.

“I so thought she was down for seeing it as a game,” Casey said.

“Yeah, like maybe we’d tip better after the ride or something,” Ivy said.

“Put it away,” Hale said, putting his hand on the ring and pushing Casey’s hand back to her breast. “I’m sure we could find someone at the balloon festival tomorrow.”

“Really?” Ivy said. “I say we don’t stop swinging until we get at least three strikes.”

“Agreed,” Casey said. “If she was good enough for a ring a minute ago. Is she less good now?”

“No,” Hale said. “She’s definitely still worth our time.”

Dakota liked the three of them. She was having a great time, but she didn’t want to be a third wheel, let alone a fourth. Might’ve been something if Ivy had wanted her because she felt third-wheely with the other two. But it didn’t feel that way. Charlotte was drinking from the river. Putting the ring on and playing with them was a bit much.

But it wasn’t like she was getting other attention this summer.

“The ring’s caught your eye though.”

“Hale?” she said, but Hale was still under the eave of the cliff, eating sandwiches and flirting with his girlfriends. She frowned. It sounded like he was right there.

Only not quite him.

She moved by Charlotte and approached Buccaneer. She squealed, covering her heart as the coyote rushed across the shallow brook, through her cowboy boots and upstream towards the others.

“Bold little shit,” she said, catching her startled breath.

They continued the trip up along the river. Dakota was paying closer attention to the three now. They just fit together like she’d seen few couples do. And there were three of them!

“Hey,” Hale said, finally comfortable enough with Charlotte to trot her up alongside Dakota and Buccaneer. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Shoot,” she said, flicking her eyes back to look at Ivy and Casey giggling and conspiring.

“How do we, uh, get ourselves up in a balloon tomorrow?”

“What?!” Dakota was shocked by the question. “You didn’t call anyone? Send and email and arrange a trip? The Fiesta’s tomorrow. That’s crazy.”

“Three weeks ago I didn’t even know I’d be taking a road trip this summer,” Hale laughed. “This whole adventure is new friends, new experiences, new opportunities. It’s kinda been fun, flying by the seat of our pants.”

“Yeah?” Dakota said. “My aunt flies several balloons every year...” She looked back. “You know what? I’m going take you guys. It’s not like we have any horse rides booked for tomorrow. This time around the fiesta no one usually finds our little website. Yeah, I’m take you guys up there. But, you gotta promise me something?”

“You’re a life-saver,” he said, grinning. “Name it, and it’s yours.”

“You gotta dish on how you got those two goddesses. I mean, you’re cute and all—”

“Thank you,” he said, with a little bow. She laughed.

“Cute enough that yeah, landing Casey? Landing Ivy? I can see it. But landing two girls like that and they’re friends?” Dakota shook her head. “I know how catty girls can get. I’ve been that catty. This is amazing.”

She frowned.

“Unless I’m reading it wrong and you’re not together?” she said.

“Oh, no,” Hale said. “Not wrong at all. I’ve been after Casey since I first saw her in class last September.”

“And Ivy?”

“Miracles and magic and a maybe even a coyote helped use find each other,” he said.

Dakota frowned, ing the coyote from the stream. She tilted her head. “You let me stew on this,” she said. “I’ll have to talk to Granddad and aunt Mary anyways, but if we do this tomorrow...”

“It’ll be wonderful,” Hale said. “And you know how the girls get on. They seem to be smitten by you. I think you’d have a lot of fun with us.”

“If I was only in it for the fun,” Dakota said. “I might take you up on it.”

Hale nodded. There was more to it that fun. He spotted a coyote. Much more indeed.

“I hate having to wait until tomorrow to know for certain.” Hale walked up and down the length of the truck. “I’d feel better if she had the ring on.”

“Let Ivy work her magic,” Casey said, reclining against Betty. “Oh,” she smiled at the coyote. “Your magic.”

“My magic indeed. Tomorrow, in the sky,” the coyote said, turning from Casey to Hale. “We’ll be even. You’ll know what I can do. Let’s call Dakota my resume.”

“No, let’s call her Dakota,” Hale said, not liking the dehumanizing tone from the canine. “And, once you’re debt’s paid, you’re still going to be following us? For how long? All summer?”

“Not like there’s more interesting people around,” the coyote said. His head twisted and he bolted before Hale could interrogate him further. A half-minute later Ivy and Dakota came down from the ranch house.

“I gotta check in with my aunt but things all seem good,” Dakota said. She had an easy smile. “I didn’t even think I was going into the Fiesta this year. Brings me back. I never missed the Fiesta when I was in scouts.”

“I said we’d give her a ride to her Aunt’s,” Ivy said, grabbing Dakota and squeezing her.

“If it’s not an imposition,” Dakota said. “Dakota made some hotel reservations right in Dad’s living room. You guys won’t be far from Mary’s. You guys really do this seat-of-your-pants stuff.”

“It’s been working,” Hale said.

“C’mon, let’s get on the road!” Casey grinned and stuck her tongue out at Ivy. “Cuddle!”

“Dammit!” Ivy laughed.

“What’s cuddle?” Dakota whispered at Hale.

“It’s like calling shotgun, but for the middle of the front bench,” Hale explained.

“You must be having the time of your life,” Dakota said.

“I hate that we had to say goodbye to that ass until tomorrow,” Casey said after Hale double-honked the horn goodbye to Dakota.

“I know!” Ivy said, rubbing her thighs together. “She is adorable. Total cutie! Goddammit!”

“You guys like her that much, huh?”

“She is a sweetie pie,” Casey said. “It’s like, as soon as I had the ‘looks are not enough’ switch flicked, I could look at her legs or her butt or her smile... Goddammit. Our plans for the rest of the day. We’re done. Done!”

“What do you mean?” Hale asked.

“Order some takeout to the hotel room,” Casey said. “If I have to say hello to her tomorrow morning like this I’m going to start humping her leg like a dog.”

“Oh! Dibs on her other leg!” Ivy said, laughing.

“Hale? You’re speeding.”

He flicked his eyes at the girls across the bench.

“Yeah, she made a mark on me as well.”

“Thanks! Buh-bye!” Casey grinned and kicked the door show as the delivery guy ogled her bare tits. “Soups on!” she called out, wiggling her way in back to the bed. She dropped the paper bags on the nightstand and climbed up against Hale’s hip, kissing him on the cheek as he fucked Ivy from behind.

“I don’t know what he liked more, my tits or this one’s caterwauling moans,” Casey giggled, slapping Ivy across the bouncing asscheek.

“You didn’t,” Hale said, turning and seeing the robe she wore was hanging open.

Casey giggled, “Someone saw my tits, and I got to save four seconds to get them in your mouth.” She stood high on her knees, wrapped her fingers behind Hale’s head and made him suck her nipple as Ivy backed her ass back into his dick.

“I’m th-thhhhhaaaaaaat close,” Ivy said, wriggling.

“Good.” Casey said. “Cum so I can get under my man!”

“Ow-our man!” Ivy groaned.

“No holding back,” Hale demanded, spitting out Casey’s nipple before he spoke. He reached forward and pulled Ivy’s hair up and fucked even harder.

Casey wriggled her way down between his legs, sat her wet pussy on the back of his calf, grabbed Ivy by the thigh, and added her own muscle power to Ivy and Hale’s fuck. It felt sexy, riding her hips forward against Hale’s leg as he swung into Ivy.

“God! God-ddd-d!” Ivy cried out.

“Let it out. Now!” Hale demanded, pressing is weight down and smushing Ivy’s face into the pillow. She splashed and slurped as her scream was smothered into the pillow.

“God yes!” Ivy struggled to push herself up, panting, teary-eyed, and red-faced.

“Good girl!” Hale said, riding Ivy through the spasms and shocks until she fell face down.

“Out of the way!” Casey said, heaving Ivy out of the path of Hale’s cock and rolling herself, spread-eagle and face-up, under him. She grabbed his neck and he wasted not a second to impale her on his dick. Their kiss missed with Casey arching to yowl happily. She wrapped her thighs high around his waist and kicked her heels through the air above him.

“Yes! Yes!” Casey squealed as the dicking deepened.

“Oh, Christ,” Ivy said, pulling herself up on Hale’s arms. “Fuck that little cock-thief.”

She laughed biting into a fried chicken drumstick.

“Don’t stop,” Casey whimpered, throwing her arms out and clawing at the sheets.

The smell of the chicken hit Hale’s nose. He hammered harder with without any form of restraint. His stomach was arguing with his dick. His dick wasn’t going to quit. His stomach wasn’t going to allow an easy fuck.

“Oh god!” Casey said, cumming faster and cross-eyed as her little pussy was jackhammered.

“Dakota! You just about ready, darlin’?” aunt Mary, well her mother’s cousin, knocking on the bathroom door shocked Dakota.

“Sorry! Just taking a pee, I’ll be right out!” she said. She stared out the window, the coyote was gone. A flush, a quick wash of her hands, and a resistance-to-stare-herself-in-the-reflection and ask-if-she-was-going-crazy later, she was out to the kitchen.

“You look more like your mother than ever,” Mary said. “You sure you’re good. It’s been a while since you controlled one of these things.”

“I was seventeen,” Dakota answered. “That’s not that long ago.”

“Six years?” Mary said. “That’s a quarter of your life.”

“A tenth of yours,” Dakota countered.

“You’re still rusty. And even when you were seventeen, you had your girl scout leader and five others who could’ve helped you out,” Mary said. “There’s better ways to show off to some new boyfriend. Why don’t we make it a family event and I can tell Franny all about the boy?”

“It’s not about a boy,” Dakota said.

“I’m as progressive as the next gal. Live and let live and all that, but I know my family, and sure as shit this ain’t about a girl. Not with you,” Mary said. “I’ve seen boy-crazy teens before, but you made an impression.”

“I may not have piloted one on my own since scouts, but I’ve been up in them a couple of times since. I’m very familiar with how to safely go up and down,” Dakota said, ignoring the teasing. “Plus, I was there and did all the inspections last night. You signed off on everything. I was—”

Mary put her hands up. “I ain’t saying ‘no’, just saying ‘I’m worried’.”

“Thanks,” Dakota said. “But I’m old enough, you can trust me. We better go, I said we’d meet them at 7.”

“Them?” Mary said, pouring her coffee into a travel mug. She frowned. “Maybe not as progressive as all that.”

“You guys look like you didn’t sleep at all,” Dakota said. There were already some balloons in the air, but most of the fields were filled with balloons in preparation. Mary smiled.

“Hi, ignore little miss lack of manners,” Mary said. “My name’s Mary.” She looked Hale up and down and barely even saw Ivy and Casey. Far as she was concerned these pretties might have some extra breasts than her girl, but they sure as shit weren’t prettier. “My name’s Mary Summers. Dakota’s my niece.”

“Oh, sorry,” Dakota said as Hale shook Mary’s hand. “Hale this is Mary these are Casey and Ivy.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Casey said.

“You’re gonna want to put that cap of yours in the truck, sweetheart,” Mary said. “Winds up that high can be nasty.”

“Right,” Casey said. She took Hale’s keys to Betty and ran back.

“Go on then,” Mary pushed towards Dakota. “I’ll wait for Casey and I can have girls day while you’re up with Hale.”

“Oh, I don’t think they’d—”

“That’s a lovely idea!” Ivy interjected. “Just one moment though. Case! You got something for Hale?”

“Whatever he asks for,” Casey said, jogging back in her shorts and t-shirt. Ivy elbowed her. Mary frowned, watching as they ed something discreetly to Hale. Mary grabbed Dakota and pulled her back.

“I don’t want you getting high while you’re piloting the balloon,” she said. “You don’t need drugs to have a good time.”

“Thanks,” Dakota said, confused. She wasn’t known for her drug uses.

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” Dakota said, laughing. “High as a balloon, not as a kite.”

Mary frowned, but put on her best face for Casey and Ivy. “C’mon gals. We’re right over there.”

Dakota watched her aunt head off with the girls, more than a little confused.

“I think she’s playing the devious mastermind,” Hale said.

“Uh huh...” Dakota said. She smiled. “Well, I did say I’d take you up. Come along.”

“Sorry about my aunt,” Dakota said, as she did the last checks of the fuel and the vent. “She ruined your date.”

“No, it doesn’t seem ruined to me,” Hale smiled, looking up into their rising balloon.

“Yeah, you guys are gonna have a great time!” More than a half dozen volunteers were helping keep the newly inflated blue, silver, and gold balloon level as Hale grabbed the rigging and swung himself into the basket with Dakota. She cranked the burners, going for buoyancy.

“Hands off!” she said.

“Aye captain!” came the words from a bright old man helping them off. “See you in the skies!”

“See you in the skies!” Hale waved back as the volunteers rushed back and the basket slowly began to lift off. Hale grabbed the edge and put a hand around Dakota’s waist. She smiled at him.

“Nervous?” she asked.

“I’m about to find out if I’m afraid of heights,” he said.

“You don’t know?” she asked.

“I’ve never had the courage to go out on my stepdad’s high-rise balcony and find out.”

“Well don’t panic,” Dakota said. “I’d hate to throw you off for the safety of the rest of the crew.”

“It’s just me and you,” he said. Then he laughed at her smile. “Aye captain.”

She grinned, the last time she had flown a balloon it was during girl scouts. God, it felt good. The sky was already well populated with many balloons. The red and yellow striped balloon carrying Mary, Ivy, and Casey was a ways off, still inflating on the ground.

“Going up easy,” Hale said, his heart hammering but he felt great.

“Yeah, getting up’s a piece of cake. You can start worrying when it’s time to float back down.”

Dakota grinned when he gripped her hip a little tighter. She stuck her tongue out at him.

They were floating up to altitude faster than it seemed the other balloons he had watched go up. Hale sighed. The air was chillier as they rose, but neither of them reached for the jackets they had cinched down in the bottom of the basket. Albuquerque stretched out around, the desert beyond that, and above them a blue sky filled with hundreds of brightly colored balloons.

Hale was looking at Dakota.

“Beautiful!”

“Yeah,” Dakota agreed. “I can’t believe I ever let years go by without going up.”

She turned and saw him looking at her. She smiled, pointing. “There’s Ivy and Casey.”

Hale waved, and got waves back—from many more balloons than just Ivy and Casey.

“So, it looks like the high winds are blowing east, so were going to keep the balloon rather low as we intend to land north of the ranch,” Dakota said, moving the conversation to another topic. She bit her glove and pulled her hand free and showed Hale the map on her iPad. “You can sort of feel it if we burn higher how the balloon will move.”

“So we just go where the wind takes us,” Hale said. “Nice.”

“Well, we can see where people are moving and judge accordingly, but Uncle Leroy will have the truck to pick up the balloons by the ranch and so we’re going to do our best to fly accordingly,” she left her hand free of the glove. Hale’s eyes went to her finger.

“Hey,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

Her heart beat a little faster thinking of the coyote the last few days. She tried to hide her reaction with a raised eyebrow and “That’s your line?”

“It’s not a line,” he said. “A genuine question.”

“I’m not the kind of girl to get involved an involved man,” she said.

“And I’m not the kind of man to let a girl dodge the question,” he said. “You believe in magic.”

“If you know the answer already, why are you asking the question?” She put on her best smirk.

“Because, I want you to confirm what I believe,” he said.

“Fine, yes, I’m the kind of girl who believes there’s magic, and spirits, and God, and all of it. Happy?”

“I’ve been more than happy since you agreed to fly the balloon with me,” he said, genuinely. She felt the smile hit her face faster than the blush hit her cheeks. She scanned around, looking for Ivy and Casey, for some way to ground herself. He pulled her waist and she turned towards him.

“This ring is magic,” he said, pulling one of the small lettered women’s rings from his pocket. She frowned and the basket pitched.

“I think I told you I didn’t want to play that game,” she pushed him off and there was a howl to the wind. They both swerved, lost balance. Hale’s hip hit the basket rim and the ring shot from his fingers.

“No!” he screamed in horror. If the ring fell to nowhere. If some random girl found it! He’d lose Dakota!

Dakota watched the ring glinting in the morning sun bounced off the rim of the basket, up and off a cable and back at her.

“I got it!” Dakota went to catch it, missed, and it hit her in the throat, sliding down the front of her dress.

“Oh god!” Hale said. “I’d go get it but that’d be harassment. I guess it’s yours now.”

Hale was laughing excitedly. Dakota blushed and frowned. She looked down at herself. She took off her other glove and put it in Hale’s hands.

“Try not to stare,” she said. The ring had fallen into her bra and she could feel its chill on her left nipple. She wasn’t about to flash him getting it out, but the idea was hard to dissuade herself of. It was like there was something special about him, with her nipple hardening through the ring, something she’d never seen before and had grokked the whole time they had spent together.

“I make no promises about peeking,” he said.

“I didn’t ban peeking,” she said, with a flirtatious smile. “All I said was not to stare.”

Hale nodded, stepping back, grabbing the basket and watching. Dakota took a deep breath, only kept eye for a heartbeat. She reach up her back and unhooked the strapless bra. She snatched the cup on her tit with the ring. She frowned. It was like she couldn’t go further.

“Don’t be scared, go on,” Hale said.

And she could. She swallowed air and pulled her bra, and the ring, up out of the front of her dress. She scrambled to catch the ring and hold it tightly. “Ta-da!” she said, posing, and then squealing falling down to her knees. She shoved her bra under her windbreaker and popped up to look around at the nearby ballooners.

No one seemed to be paying her attention despite her waving her pink bra like a battle flag. Hale’s hands set on her shoulders. He rubbed his own ring down the side of her face.

“Put it on so we don’t drop it again,” he said.

She licked her lips. There was something permanent if she did it. She knew the other girls weren’t wearing them like wedding bands. They weren’t on their ring fingers. She looked up and smiled. He looked down and compelled.

She felt the tingles running up and down her spine.

“OK,” she said, sliding the ring onto her finger.

The feeling was the same as when it was ringed around her nipple. It felt amazing. She looked up, and unzipped Hale’s jeans. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“This is... It really is magic.”

“Yeah,” he said. “The same magic on Casey and Ivy. But, it’ll be hours before you can gossip. You should have something to gossip about.”

His cock rolled free of his falling pants and boxers. The height of the basket walls meant that no one was going to be peeking in, unless they were higher up. There were hundreds of balloons higher up. Dakota grabbed his dick with her thin fingers.

“Oh my god,” she said, looking at her ring on her other hand. She looked up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, swinging his hip forward and rubbing the head over her lips in a circle. “You wanna give thanks?”

She laughed and swallowed him down, stretching her lips around him and moving back and forth in time.

“Fuck,” he sighed, leaning over her and grabbing the basket.

Dakota licked slowly inside her mouth. She was in no hurry, she wanted to get to know this new cock—the shape, the taste, the feel. Hale was keen to let her wander. She caressed and squeezed his hips. She reached up his shirt and caressed his abs. Then she got greedy and reached up his back and dragged her finger nails down him.

“Damn, Dakota!” he groaned. Her big brown eyes looked up at him. “I love how sexy you look.”

She loved being told. She bobbed back and forth, never letting him pop from her lips.

“You’re not getting away with just a blowjob,” he said.

She nodded, mouth still full, she rolled her tongue around the head before letting him free of her mouth with a loud gasp. She pumped him a few more times until he offered her a hand to pull her up to her feet.

“Wow,” she said. “I’d usually make you work for that, you understand. This is special.”

“Magic,” he agreed. She grabbed the rigging as he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She kicked them off and wrapped her legs tightly, almost in panic, around his waist. “You’re not giving me a good angle to get inside.”

“Lower!” she said.

“Hold on tight,” he said.

Her heart had already been beating a mile a minute, but when he hefted her ass-cheek and she felt his cockhead touch her pussy. She wrapped her hands tighter around the rigging. She screeched as she was filled. His balls swung up and slapped the bottom of her upturned bare buttocks.

“Fu-ck! Fuck!” she groaned, holding her chest close to him, afraid of falling. Even with the basket’s rim at the small of her back, it felt like she was too close to the edge. Her thighs gripped tighter and he held the basket behind her ass. The whole balloon took on the rhythm of his hips. Their stomachs felt like they were falling out of them as they gasped with the chaos. He pounded her hard, merciless.

“Jesus Christ!” she cursed and kissed him. She let go of the rigging with her left hand (her weaker hand) and hooked her elbow tightly around his neck. She felt her hand burning as her fingers slipped a half-inch down the wire.

They both cried out, she bit his tongue. He broke the bite and pressed his forehead against hers. She did the same and they saw each other’s eyes.

“Oh god!” they moaned in tandem. His cock and her pussy fit together better than any pleasure Dakota had ever felt before. She didn’t have much stamina with how quick he got her off. She clawed at the top of his shoulders. He groaned, feeling her cum.

But he didn’t come right after her. No, he pounded her through a screaming (tension and pleasure were hell of a pair of drugs to mix) orgasm. She bit his ear, clinging to him as her cunt spasmed as tightly on his cock as she held his body.

“Thuh! Thuh-huh-huh-hoo,” she gurgled as her mind spun out of control.

His arms kept her from falling, he thrust, balls turning hot, his own climax coming as she opened her eyes and looked into his.

“Dakota!” he groaned spraying inside of her. She rode her own orgasmic aftershock off another precipice. She had the feeling of falling. She scrambled and held him tighter as she screamed in ecstasy again.

“That was amazing!” Ivy said, “Thank you so much for the ride!” She took Mary’s hands as she jumped out of the basket just north of the ranch.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Mary said. Her husband Leroy was helping Casey out.

“Thank you, very much,” she said.

“You’re welcome, little lady,” Leroy said.

“Where’s Dakota?”

“She blew a bit too far east. We’re about to ride out and get to her,” Leroy said. “Gotta pack up both balloons, but this one’s on Jerry’s land.”

“It’ll keep,” Mary agreed.

“I don’t see us needing to hurry to get them,” Casey said. “Why leave a job unfinished?”

Mary looked the redhead up and down. The Latina as well. Not once did they pretend to have anything but excitement for their guy getting time alone with Dakota.

“You girls are trouble,” Mary said.

“Wherever they landed,” Leroy said.

“You do know where!” Mary turned on him before he could finish. He lifted and iPad and showed the map with the beacon. Mary put a hand on her chest and breathed deeply.

“Where they landed,” Leroy said. “They’re gonna need water pretty soon.”

“Yeah they are,” Ivy said, setting Casey off into a fury of giggles. “Alright, let’s go get ’em. Lead on!”

Linda sat back on her phone not talking to her husband. Terry strode back up and down the hotel room. “Nothing? Seriously nothing?!”

“He’s not using his phone,” said Soren, the man on the other end of the line. “Look, I had to call in big favors to get to his phone at all, but if he’s not using it, what can I do?”

“We gotta find him! He has something of mine!”

“The rings?”

“Fuck it, yes, obviously!”

“He’ll turn up, won’t he?” Soren asked.

“What about the girl?”

“My guy’s not comfortable hacking into the phone of a Colonel’s daughter,” Soren said. “Like I said, I’ve called in favors, this isn’t my expertise.”

“Useless.”

“Except from me, you know who has the rings,” Soren said. “You’re the one spinning your wheels getting nowhere.”

“You better fucking hope I find them,” he said. He hung up in Soren’s ear and tossed his phone on the bed.

“Where’s your son?”

Linda looked up after tabbing off of Casey’s Instagram page with all the pictures from the balloons over New Mexico.

“On a road trip,” Linda said. “We’ll catch up to him at the end of the summer.”

Terry growled and stomped out of the hotel room. “I’m going to the bar. I’m coming back drunk. Were something slinky.”

“Yeah, that’s not how our marriage works,” but Linda’s words fell onto a slammed door. She looked back at her phone. Who was this second girl showing up in all of the pictures. She was pretty.

Oh well. Hale was twenty. It wasn’t the worst thing that he took after his father in some ways. He just hoped Casey wasn’t a fling. The Evans were such a lovely family.

Dakota lay out on the deflated balloon, knees to her shoulder, as she squealed and rocked back and forth. What the hell had her life had become. All she or Hale needed to do was put their ring to his dick with even half the thought of getting another fuck and they were banging like rabbits.

She was sore.

The best sore she had ever felt in her life.

Hale was leaving her thighs harder than Buccaneer in one of his moods.

She was grinning at the sky.

The sky and the horizon were still. There were still balloons, but her heart had stopped caring if they saw her getting laid anymore. She held Hale by the neck and groaned happily as he sprayed his nth cum up inside her. They rolled off, giggling at each other, hugging warmly, running hands over each other’s bodies when they heard the tires on the rocks. Dakota turned her head and squealed madly as she tried to pull the near deflated balloon over her like a blanket.

Hale just kissed her forehead. “I’ll go get your dress.”

Ivy whistled and Casey whooped brightly. Mary put a hand over Leroy’s eyes. She wasn’t certain if she should be smiling for getting her niece the boy she clearly liked, or frowning that the other two girls in the picture were thrilled by it.

Dakota couldn’t speak at the dinner table. Mary and Leroy had all but whipped Casey, Ivy, and Hale to Granddad Jerry’s ranch for a big supper. Casey and Ivy sat across from Dakota. Hale sat on her left.

“We’re going across the country,” Hale was explaining. “The truck out there, well my grandfather left it to me.” It was easier to simply refer to Old Marcus as his grandfather now. Step-nothing, that man had made a mark on Hale’s life that he deserved the whole accolade. “He also left me a house on the North Carolina coast. I mean, that’s our final goal, but we’ve got a long way to drive still.”

“That’s a good adventure for a boy your age,” Jerry agreed, looking over his granddaughter. He then looked at his daughter Mary and son-in-law Leroy. “You don’t approve?”

“It’s not that...” Mary started.

“I approve plenty,” Leroy said, getting a eyeful of lasers from his wife. “You see it too. It’s not like we’re going to stand in front of letting them invite her along. And we also thing she’s going to go.”

“We’ll take good care of her,” Ivy said to Jerry. Casey elbowed Ivy. “I meant, honestly.”

“You meant it both ways,” Jerry said. “I was looking forward to someone like you. Hale, was it?”

“Yes sir,” he said. Dakota was gripping his hand under the table, tightly. It made it difficult to eat left-handed, but he was doing his best. Besides, if she didn’t want to show off the ring, he felt it better to stay under the tablecloth.

“Dakota?”

“Yes, Granddad?”

“You can’t just hang around the ranch,” he said. “Doing the same job you did when you were 15. You got that fancy degree. Do something with it. Or don’t. But do something with your life.” He looked at Hale. “You’re planning to be back in school in September?”

“Of course,” Hale said.

“Take the trip,” Jerry said. “Obviously, you see yourself having fun with these three. Go do it. Now, Leroy, Hale, I want a cigar. me.”

Hale put Dakota’s hand in her lap and followed Jerry to the back step. He didn’t offer a cigar from his box to either man who followed him. He lit up with a match and took a deep breath.

“The balloons put away?”

“They’re in the truck, not stowed in storage for next year,” Leroy said.

“Take Hale,” Jerry said. “He ain’t leaving Albuquerque until the tools are cleaned up and the gear is put away.”

“No, sir,” Hale said. “I’m not.” Not like he had a choice.

“You break her heart, boy,” Jerry said. “I know a dozen ancient curses I can lay on you.” He tried to hold back his own smirk, playing up his ancestry.

Hale nodded, taking it seriously. “I said I’d look out for her. That starts with her heart.”

“Indeed it does,” he said. “I’d invite you for a whiskey, but you’ve got work to do.”

Ivy, Casey, and Dakota cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen, after chasing Mary out and away.

“What do we do about this?” Dakota asked, only once she was sure there were no men or aunts listening. She showed her ring to the others.

“Everything,” Ivy said, leaning in and taking a quick kiss on Dakota’s lips.

“Not helpful,” Dakota said, blushing.

“But fun,” Casey agreed, kissing Dakota lightly.

“No, I mean, about the magic,” Dakota said. “The coyote. I’m all for the fun and games. But, we gotta know what we’re dealing with.”

“We’re dealing with Hale first and foremost,” Ivy said. “But yeah, we’ve been doing some research.”

“And I think we should’ve asked the coyote more questions,” Casey said. “What’s a coyote got to do with Vikings anyway?”

“Well Vikings had Loki as a trickster gods,” Dakota said. “And old man coyote’s a trickster spirit. Maybe it’s just the same thing everywhere.”

“Maybe,” Ivy said, closing the dishwasher and turning it on. “All done?”

“All done,” Dakota agreed.

“Good,” Casey groaned. “Because I’ve been so jealous of you and Hale all day, I need to get him into bed and see what breaks first: him, me, or the bed.”

“He and Leroy went out to put the balloons back into storage,” Jerry said, entering the kitchen. He picked a bottle out of the cupboard over the fridge. “Glasses are up there, Casey. Tumblers, please.”

Casey’s cheeks was on fire, because there was no way this old man hadn’t heard her last statement. She brought him over a glass.

“None for you gals?” he asked.

Ivy brought one over, but Dakota and Casey abstained.

“At least one of you is fun,” Jerry said, pouring a dram into each cup.

“Salud,” Ivy said, clinking glasses and drinking down the whiskey in a shot. “Thank you so much for sharing your house and food.”

“You’re going to be eating diner trash and room service for the next few weeks,” he said. “You deserved a good meal. Hale said, ‘Take Betty’ and he’d meet you three at the hotel.”

“You offered us all liquor to keep us here?” Casey asked. “Worried about Dakota.”

“Always,” he said, pouring himself and Ivy another dram. “Plus, I hate drinking alone. Salud.”

Hale entered the hotel, tired and achy, after Leroy had dropped him off. He had seen Betty in the parking lot so he wasted no time rushing up to the room. He slipped in quietly, it was well after midnight, but he was unsurprised to see the three girls on the bed, not quite asleep.

“Oh Hale’s home!” Ivy said.

“Dibs!” Called Casey. Dakota hit her with a pillow.

Ivy, Casey, and Dakota were naked, sitting up in the one king sized bed. They hopped and hugged him, Ivy first, with the other two piling on. Each of the girls began picking off bits of his clothes, slowly inching him towards the bed.

“No,” he said.

“Seriously?” Dakota asked. “We’ve been waiting and—”

“Shower, please.”

“Acceptable !” Ivy said, grinning ear to ear. Dakota blushed and Casey squatted down to untie Hale’s shoes.

He was under the shower by the time the girls finished wrangling his clothes off him. He was groaning happily as Ivy and and Casey started washing his chest, arms, and face.

“There’s something wrong with you two,” Dakota said, moving in behind him. She leaned herself flush against his back and reached around with both hands to cup his balls and grip his shaft. Dakota kissed Hale on the shoulder blade.

“Since it’s your first night wearing a ring,” Ivy said. “Casey and I have magnanimously agreed you’d get first crack at Hale’s cock.”

“And then we rescind all generosity,” Casey said, grinning.

Ivy and Casey high-fived. Dakota ignored them, feeling the tension in Hale’s back with her cheek. She hummed a slow tune and casually jacked him off.

Hale relaxed under the hot water and warm fingers. The heat had a lulling effect. He groaned and his head rolled back. Dakota smiled and kissed his neck. She bit his earlobe.

“God yes,” he growled.

“It’s sweet,” Casey said, sinking to her knees.

“Yeah, I’m used to rough and tumble,” Ivy said, going down with Casey.

“I’m getting there, but this is nice too,” Hale grinned.

Dakota’s hand on his shaft did begin to accelerate its stroke. She stopped teasing and had in her mind a very clear mission.

“Yes, please don’t hold back,” he said. The rings could give him the jolt and recovery he needed for when they moved back to the bed. Casey and Ivy were liking the head of his cock as Dakota furiously masturbated him. Her chest was heaving, the steam was filling her lungs.

“Fuck!” he cried out as he sprayed his cum on both girls faces and then he groaned and slouched, trying to avoid the kick in his chest as his jets of seed continued. The girls made sure his cock was drained. Casey and Ivy kept their messy faces out of the shower spray as they got to their feet.

“What?” Dakota said as the other girls pulled her over to sloppily and stickily make out with their new recruit. Cum and spittle slathered over their pretty face and they turned, smiling, to show off to Hale.

The girls rinsed off their faces, kissing him one at a time.

“Good? Showered enough?” Ivy asked.

Casey leaned in. “Smells good enough to me.”

Hale turned off the shower and let himself be led to the bedroom, drying off as he got closer. He was pushed along with Ivy’s hands on his ass, his left hand in Dakota’s, his right hand in Casey’s.

“I’ve never been anything like this kind of a slut before,” Dakota said, amazed at how happy she was when she hit to bed and dragged Hale on top of her. His weight felt powerful as Casey made certain Dakota’s thighs were widespread and inviting to Hale’s dick. Ivy’s magic ring tickled Hale’s cock and engorged him against Dakota’s sex.

Hale grinned, kissing Dakota’s neck and lapping at her tiny breasts.

“I am so lucky,” he said, plunging himself between her folds.

“Me too,” Dakota said, groaning and holding his sides tightly.

“You may have been lucky to meet old Marcus,” Casey said, kissing Hale below the ear. “But the impression you made on him that let him trust you with this wasn’t luck. It was the good person you are.”

“We can be sappy when we’re all fucked out!” Ivy growled, really grabbing Hale’s asscheeks as she tried to set a fast rhythm into Dakota’s cunt. She groaned, lifting her legs and pressing her fingers into Hale’s thighs.

“That’s right!” Casey agreed. “Fuck her pretty face.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Dakota smirked at Casey.

“Pretty enough for a magic ring and a place in our little club,” she said. “Right?”

“Right,” Hale agreed as he began to fuck with vim and vigor. Dakota groaned, no longer doubting the new strangeness coming into her life. It was proof of magic, the spiritual, and probably true love. She cradled Hale’s face and looked into his bright eyes as her body tautened with the thrusts of his cock.

Ivy clambered up on the bed, behind Casey, fingering her. “I can’t wait until we don’t have to be nice to her anymore and can steal the cock from her.”

“Says the girl who can’t be anything but nice,” Casey said, kissing Ivy.

“I can be horny,” Ivy defended herself.

They were just background noise to Dakota submitting herself under Hale’s body. She ran her fingers over his chest and sides. She adored how he fucked her, like it was a marathon not a sprint.

She couldn’t speak as he groaned and exploded inside her, but she knew that it was the energy they were sucking off the rune-marked ring on his finger. Her own body hitched in a shocking, but breathless cum. Her face turning red.

“OK!” Ivy said, grinning. “Let’s get him Case!” and the girls pulled Hale from Dakota into a collapse of giggles.

Morning brought coffee and kisses. They drove Betty out to Dakota’s apartment so she could get a bag for the road.

“I can’t believe I’m just up and walking away from everything,” she said.

“She needs this!” Casey said picking a slutty negligee from Dakota’s dresser.

“Look at these thongs!” Ivy said.

“Guys...” Dakota said, blushing like she used to in junior high.

“I don’t think you can stop them,” Hale said. “The girls got stuffed animal buddies on the back bench. Do you want to grab something?”

“Huh?” Dakota said. “Girls! I need clothes I can wear too! Don’t just grab my lingerie and bikinis!”

“Shoes!” Casey said. “I bet you’ve got really slutty heels!”

“I’m too tall to wear heels,” Dakota said.

“No, we’ll make it work,” Ivy said, taking out her phone to add to their shopping list.

Dakota frowned. “I’m going to grab some t-shirts and sundresses, otherwise...”

“I am OK with either situation,” Hale said. “But, most importantly, favorite plushie?”

Dakota frowned. All of her figures were a bit more ceramic, delicate, unfit for a wild road trip in the Ford. “I, uh...”

“Ivy,” Hale said. “Find us a fairgrounds. I’m going to win this girl a bear.”

“Oh! Great idea!”

“Actually, I know a good one a ways down the highway,” Dakota said.

Hale had a girl hanging on each hand as Casey paid their entry fees with his cards. They got their day bracelets slapped on their wrists and headed in.

“Shooting games first?” Ivy said. “I want to see this girl dragging around a big ass bear even when we’re going on that roller coaster.”

Ivy’s eyes followed the wooden frame roller coaster. Dakota hadn’t been here since she was 12. It was grungier than she ed, less bright and cheerful, but still full of energy and people. The four wandered through the games first. They played some skee-ball, and tossed rings at posts just too big to score the real prizes. But there was one place you could win a proper plushie.

“Alright, pick your prize,” Hale said, standing Dakota at the edge to look over the walls covered with bright colored stuffed animals.

“We’ve already got Ranger the dog and—”

“There, the blue pony,” Dakota said, interrupting Casey.

“Blue pony it is,” Hale said.

“You’re gonna need a near perfect score, fella,” the carnie warned him as Hale ed the tokens and picked up the rifle.

Ivy, Dakota, and Casey watched the man start the machine and the targets on rails began running back and forth. Hale shouldered the pellet gun.

The cough and clanks were quick and mostly accurate. He fired all of his shots quickly, hitting the target mid-height a dozen or so times. The carnie gave him a shrug.

“Not good enough for the pony,” he said. “You could get—”

Hale slid the tokens again.

“Needed to get warmed up,” Hale said.

“You shoot well,” Dakota agreed. She ran her fingernails up and down his spine.

“It’s hot seeing a man handle a gun,” Ivy said.

“Hmm,” Casey frowned.

The coughs of the airgun and the clanks of the tin targets were quicker this time. Hale swung the sights back and forth and managed to land a bullseye before the round was up. But, a final bullseye didn’t for the two glancing shots earlier than hadn’t turned down their targets.

He jumped, shook himself out, grabbed more tokens, and said, “Again.”

The carnie shrugged. “It’s your money.”

The rounds were loud and fast, only stopping for a fraction of a second as Hale fired.

“No, no!” he barked as the final mid-height target rattled but didn’t fell. He reached into his pocket for more tokens and found Casey’s hand in his pants.

“Let me try,” Casey said.

“Alright,” Hale said. “I just need a breath anyways.”

Casey had had rifles in her hands since she was seven. She respected the gun, knew the sights, and wasn’t so riled up as Hale had been with his three almost near-successes.

She breathed slowly, picking her trigger pulls at the perfect times in all of her rhythm. The gun barrel coughed. The targets clanked and fell. The sparks declared clear bullseyes every time.

“Give our girl her pony,” Casey said, putting the gun down.

The carnie flashed a look at Hale.

“We got it for you, babe,” he said, kissing one girl than the next. Even Ivy got in, despite her lack of involvement.

“Jesus,” the carnie said, putting the huge blue pony in Dakota’s hands. “I don’t think you need much in the way of prizes.”

“He’s got plenty more coming to him,” Ivy said with a wink.

“Actually,” Dakota said, squeezing the pony. “I think I owe Casey the swooning, affectionate, girlfriend prizes.”

“Damned straight you do,” Hale said, pushing Dakota into Casey’s arms and grabbing Ivy.

“Motherfucker,” Casey cursed with a smile.

“Cuddle!” Dakota called, sticking her tongue out at the other girls. They climbed back into Betty after a wild day on the rides and games.

“Bitch,” Ivy said, jovially.

“That means the back seat with these guys,” Casey said, leaning over and kissing Dakota’s big blue pony behind the ear.

“Did you give her a name?” Hale asked, opening the enger door so Dakota could load in the pony after Ivy’s butt.

“Her?” Dakota asked.

“She has eyelashes,” Hale said, pointing at the stuffed pony’s plastic eyes.

“Oh, she does!” Casey said, slapping Hale’s ass. “Go drive the truck. I’ll play with the pretty girls.”

Hale laughed. Ivy reached out for the pony. Dakota stood frozen.

“What?” Casey asked, dancing from foot to foot, impatient to get back into the truck.

“I think I’m going to go with Skye,” Dakota said, finally.

“Lovely,” Casey said.

Ivy took Skye and slid to the center of the back bench, amid the bags and plush animals as Hale climbed into the driver’s seat.

“We’re going,” he announced.

“Great,” said Ivy, putting Ranger and Skye’s chins on the back of the front bench dancing them back and forth as Dakota slid across.

“Now, that’s a hint!” Casey whispered in Dakota’s ear as Hale’s hand settled on the stick shift.

“What?” Dakota asked.

“I think you should—” Casey turned and pushed Ranger into Ivy’s face when she started making up a funny voice for the dog.

“He doesn’t speak like he’s got brain damage,” Casey warned Ivy as Hale backed out of their parking spot. When he shifted back into gear, Dakota was watching his hand on the shifter.

“You’re going to want to slide under his arm,” Casey encouraged Dakota.

“Hey!” Dakota said, grabbing Casey’s hand that slid under Dakota’s skirt.

“I won you a pony,” Casey said, grabbing the waistband of Dakota’s panties. “I have rights.”

“That’s... What?” Dakota said.

“Shut up and unzip Hale’s pants,” Dipper said, bouncing his bear head from side to side.

“Yeah, that dumb voice fits your bear, not my Ranger,” Casey said, petting Dakota’s pussy.

“Whatcha doin’ down there, Casey?” Dipper asked, but he got his face shoved back into Ivy’s.

Dakota shivered, but she looked up to Hale who encouraged her with a wink, before he set his eyes on the road and went into traffic. Dakota’s heart was pounding madly as she unzipped his jeans and wiggled his pants boxers to the edge of the seat. His stiff cock sprang up before her eyes.

Casey’s fingers were sweet and soft on Dakota’s sex. A reminder more than a force pushing her to wild orgasm. She wriggled and wormed down on her side, face over the head of Hale’s cock and her legs curled in Casey’s lap.

She nodded, put her mouth on his cock, and huffed his musky scent and heat filling her up. The road noise, Ivy’s backseat antics, the clinging smell of fryer food and sugar cotton candy, all fell away as she focused wholly on the cockhead in her mouth.

Casey’s fingers swirled and danced across Dakota’s pussy and asshole. Dakota’s thong hung off of one ankle. Casey licked her fingers and changed hands.

Dakota gasped, shuddering, as Casey swiped two wet fingers across her tongue to indulge in the tanginess of her cunt-juices. Casey had a thought, weeks ago, she had almost no interest in women. No interest in sharing. She spun her magic ring on her finger and shoved it into the cunt of the girl who was sucking her boyfriend’s dick.

Not a trace of jealousy, just of adventure and fun.

“She’s got a tight pussy,” Casey announced.

Dakota tried to concentrate on the dick in her mouth. It wasn’t easy with the rocking and the sound of the tires on the highway. She tried to bob her head in the same rhythm, but her inner walls were twitching from Casey’s more vigorous approach. Hale dropped a hand on the back of her head. She felt her heart jump a beat.

Didn’t he need two hands on the wheel? Two eyes on the road?

Shock, fear, danger, and affection swirled about in her soul creating a cocktail that responded joyfully to being finger-fucked by Casey. Dakota tried to watch her teeth, rolling her tongue between them and Hale’s cock.

He groaned. She fluttered and squeaked as Casey sank her fingers deeper and ground her ring against Dakota’s g-spot.

Dakota bobbed her head again, sucking and panting, while Casey thumbed her clit and added another finger.

Hale groaned. Dakota took that as license. She shouted over his cock as Casey played hard with Dakota’s clit. The vibrations sent her over the edge. His fingers tightened in her hair.

She was surprised her heart leaping to her throat didn’t dislodge his cockhead. The pulse and throb of his cock, the flood of cum over her tongue and down her throat, she couldn’t grasp it or experience it with any sort of depth of thought.

Her whole mind swam with relief as her cunt spasmed with every release of Hale’s cum. She was a groaning simpering wet mess. He lifted her face off his cock and settled her lay on his thigh. Her drool coming from her lips in her slow chuckles.

Casey licked her fingers clean as Dakota slowly gathered her wits. She slid out and turned to look up in the bright eyes of her stuffed pony Skye.

“Wow! Dakota!” Ivy affected a southern belle type voice. “You’re a proper whore now!”

Dakota squealed and pushed Skye’s face, rolling over the back of the seat. Her bare ass wiggling out the front windshield as she rescued Skye from Ivy’s mistreatments.