The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Casey was stretched out on the back bench of Betty, she was in her underwear, cuddled up with Ranger and Dipper, using Skye as a pillow. She looked up as the Welcome to Texas sign rolled by the car.

She sat up.

“How long’s it been?” she asked, sitting up and leaning over the front bench.

It was about four days after the Balloon Fiesta. Dakota was leaning on the window, Black Sabbath was rumbling through the speakers. Ivy sat cuddle, half asleep on Hale’s shoulder.

“What?” Ivy said.

“We’re in Texas,” Dakota informed Ivy.

“Oh!” Ivy said. “I’ve never been this far east before.”

“Really?” Hale asked.

“Yeah, before hooking up with you, I’d only ever been in Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, and California,” Ivy said.

“I’ve been all over,” Casey said. “Military dad.”

“Same,” Hale agreed.

“I’ve been to New York and London with my parents,” Dakota said. “But I was six and eleven those times. I haven’t done much travelling like this. With friends.”

“To new friends,” Hale said, grinning.

“Yeah,” Casey said. “That’s what I’m curious about.”

“What do you mean?” Dakota asked.

“Isn’t it about time for another ring?” Casey asked.

“I dunno,” Hale said. “We spent a day less in New Mexico than we did in—”

He laughed and lifted his hand off of Dakota’s shoulder to reveal the new silver woman’s ring. Dakota picked it up.

“What are we looking for?” Casey asked.

“We’re going to get another girl?” Dakota asked.

“Hell yeah,” Ivy said. “And since we’re in Texas. I’ve had a thought.”

“Fire away,” Hale said.

Ivy grinned, leaned over and pinched Dakota’s small breast on the nipple. Dakota defended and covered herself. “They say in things are just bigger in Texas.”

“We heading to the Taphouse or MJs?” Alicia asked her girlfriends as they got ready for the evening. Her girlfriends hated her more than a little bit. Sandy might’ve been the only girl who had tits bigger than Alicia, but at 270lbs, she wasn’t drawing eyes the way Alicia did. Alicia wasn’t dressed to the nines. She had her best boots on, but that’s because she wanted to dance. Maggie in the strappy heels was just going to be leaning on the bar, hoping Mr Right didn’t like the music.

The music, and several Mr Rights, are what Alicia lived for.

She touched up her lipstick, retied her top under her tits, and frowned at her friends.

“We’re gonna miss the night,” Alicia whined.

“Oh, hush up,” Maggie said. “Some of us don’t roll out of bed gorgeous.”

“You look great, girl!”

“You think? This dress seems too long. I’ve got a trashier skirt. One sec.”

Alicia growled. “Taphouse or MJs, Sandy?”

“MJs,” she said.

Alicia cursed.

“Fine, the Taphouse then,” Sandy snarled. “If there was only one right answer, don’t give me the choice.”

“Am I gonna get in?” Hale asked. “Is Casey?”

Amarillo was their first stop in Texas. They grabbed a cheap motel and there was a country western bar across the street.

“Good point,” Ivy said, looking Casey up and down. “You need more cleavage to get by the bouncer.”

“I’ve got just the top for that!” Casey said, digging through bag and pulling out a green cami. “It’s a bit see-through.”

“Then ditch the bra,” Ivy said.

“You girls are a bit too much,” Dakota said.

“Keep the bra?” Casey asked.

“Oh, fuck no,” Dakota said. “Do you want me to go the ice machine to perk up your nipples?”

“You’re fitting in great,” Hale said, grabbing Dakota’s shoulder and kissing her hair.

“We’ll get you ed the bouncer,” Ivy said. She grinned as Casey pulled down her new top. “With those girls on display, I could walk you into Fort Knox, no problem.”

“You look great,” Hale said, kissing Casey.

“Great’s not good enough,” Casey pouted. “Do I look hot?”

“Very,” Hale said, kissing his hot girlfriend again.

Alicia led the way, her cleavage bared, her walk seductive, and her ass swaying in her leather skirt. Her heels clicked and her hair floated behind her. She was grinning, a ripple flowed through her. The music was up, she was turning heads and there were guys that turned her head as well.

“’licia! Get us drinks!” Sandy leaned forward and shouted over the music into Alicia’s ear.

“How about we hit the dance floor first and—”

“I’m not getting on the dance floor without more liquor!” Maggie said. She grabbed Alicia’s elbow and led her around the bar. Sandy and Maggie were looking for a group of three guys.

Alicia put on her best smile as they went up to the bar next to three tall men. They weren’t unattractive, but they felt like tourists. Alicia was looking for something Texan.

“Buy you ladies a drink?” The guy in the pretty shirt asked.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Maggie said, stepping in front of Alicia to call dibs.

“Got ID?” Casey and Dakota had flowed on by, but with Ivy on his arm, Hale was stopped by the bouncer. Everything was bigger in Texas. Hale stopped cold.

“Truth be told, my boy’s not 21, yet,” Ivy said, picking into his pocket.

“Then he can’t—”

She pulled out and dangled his keys. “So he volunteered as our D.D., let him make sure I get home safe.”

The bouncer frowned for a second.

“Shit,” he said, “Don’t even buy drinks for your girl.”

“Girls,” Ivy said, with a teasing smile. “Plus the redhead and the Indian who went in.”

“Goddamn, kid,” the bouncer waved them through, a smile gracing the corner of his mouth.

They dropped their cover and headed in. It wasn’t really Hale’s scene. Definitely more country-western, but Dakota and Ivy had picked the place. They were tourists, touring the nation, finding more girls to put in rings. They wanted the “local flavor”.

Casey explained that local flavor meant they were looking for a Southern-accented blonde girl. Preferably with huge tits.

“If there’s a plan, we should follow the plan,” Hale had said, in agreement.

He still felt out of place. There were more boots than shoes at the bar. It wasn’t overfull, not some packed to the brim noisy night club. The dance floor was more cluttered.

“Let’s go get drinks!” Ivy said, pushing Hale with a pinch of his ass. Casey and Dakota had already cleared a path to the bar. They’d also already turned down four offers to buy them drinks. Apiece. “Get me a whiskey sour!” Ivy shouted over Dakota’s shoulder.

Hale elbowed Ivy. He nodded at the bartender.

Blonde? Check.

Big tits? Check.

Ivy frowned. “We’ll set the bar a little higher,” she said, into Hale’s ear.

The bartender looked up from the girls in front of her to Hale hovering over Casey’s shoulder. The look from the redhead up to the boy squeezing her bare shoulder was easy to read. That the Latina gave him the same grin...

“What’re you getting?” she asked Hale.

“He’s our Designated Driver!” Ivy shouted, right next to Dakota’s ear, committing to the bit. She swooned, but her eyes caught Hale’s and she lit up like the others.

“Just a soda,” Hale said.

“Yeah, sure,” the bartender looked the boy up and down. She shook her head. “You got a handful tonight.”

“Still some more room in the hand,” he said. Casey grabbed his hand and dragged him away before he could get his soda.

“We’re dancing!” Casey shouted, slinging back whatever she was drinking. She dropped the empty glass on a table. They hadn’t carded her and she felt guilty having the drink in her hand.

“Thanks!” Alicia said, taking another drink. “But...”

“But?” her guy, Ethan, said.

“Yeah, not feeling the click,” Alicia said. “Don’t want to drain your wallet when I’m done.”

He looked, devastated, but he rallied. He checked out his friends. Brian had his tongue down Sandy’s throat in a corner booth. Will and Maggie were making no bones about their after-party plans, they were dancing on the floor with a little bit less of the dignity many of their near neighbors were showing.

“Well,” he said, still sliding her the glass. “How about we start over? I can do second impressions and you’re clearly the kind of friend who’s going to circle back and check in on your girls. If we’re going to keep bumping into each other, might as well try a second chance.”

“Actually, I’m already at a three strikes and you’re out, kinda deal,” she said. “Thank you for the drinks and the company. But get out there, there’s a better girl for you tonight.”

“There ain’t a better girl in fifty miles,” he said.

“You’re sweet, but,” she waved and Ethan turned his head seeing a Latina girl and an Indian girl walking to the dance floor. “You’re also full of shit.”

“No,” he said. “I said there ain’t a better girl.” He got up. “Have a good night Alicia. I’m going to try and make a lateral move.”

She laughed, lifted her drink and thanked him again.

She sighed, sipping. He had been too New York. There had to be something a bit more wild and upbeat to find.

The music went slow and Ivy tried to bully her way into Hale’s arms.

“Pusher’s go to the back of the line,” he said, patting Ivy’s ass and thrusting her into Dakota’s arm. Dakota was turning down some tall guy in a shiny shirt. Casey rushed into Hale’s arms.

“You’re a better dancer than I’d expected!” Casey said.

“Really?” Hale laughed, with a smirk.

“Oh god, totally! I had no hope whatsoever!” Casey said, brightly smiling. “Zilch!”

“That’s not great for my self esteem,” he said back to her.

“The three gorgeous babes fighting over you isn’t enough to shoot your self esteem into the stratosphere?”

“I think I’m orbiting Jupiter actually,” he laughed. She smacked him. “What?”

“Jupiter’s the biggest planet,” she danced around him in a slow circle. “Pick a cuter one.”

“Uranus?”

She fell laughing madly into his arms. He ed in, holding her by the waist and twirling her. He shook his head as the dancing turned to bobbing. Dakota and Ivy were slow-dancing next to them. Then the music picked up.

Casey kissed him.

“I want another drink!” she said.

“Cool, let’s go—”

But Casey grabbed him by the shirt collar and bowled him into Dakota and Ivy’s arms.

Casey skipped to the bar, leaving Hale in Ivy’s capable and grabby hands.

“Hi.”

Casey turned and saw a beautiful brunette. She had on a soft brown cowboy hat, a pink plaid shirt, unbuttoned to show off her expansive cleavage, tight faded and ripped jeans sliding down into boots that matched her hat.

“Hi, Casey!” Casey said.

“I’m Alic—”

“Can we buy you girls drinks?” a tall guy that made Alicia’s heart flutter approached but Casey said.

“Alicia,” she leaned in and reiterated into Casey’s ear.

“No, I got my own! Thank you!” Casey waved the glass the bartender slid her.

He looked to Alicia, who smiled and shrugged. He tipped his had and moved on.

“You’re turning into the talk of the bar,” Alicia said. For the first time paying for her own drink.

“Damned straight,” Casey said, slinging her drink back like a suicidal sailor. “Talk of what?”

“You and those girls, hanging off that one boy?” Alicia said.

“Hale! C’mon!” She grabbed Alicia’s elbow. Alicia frowned as Casey raced Alicia down to the dance floor. Alicia caught sight of Ethan, he had not succeeded in his lateral move. “Guys! I bagged a cowgirl!”

Alicia laughed as Casey slid up against Ivy.

Ivy looked Alicia up and down.

“Plan’s off!” Ivy shouted.

“What plan?” Alicia said.

“You’re not a blonde,” Ivy said.

“What?” Alicia asked, chuckling and frowning.

“Do you believe in magic...” Ivy frowned. She leaned over and shouted into Casey’s ear: “What’s your cowgirl’s name?!”

Ethan was too New York. Alicia, sipping her drink, wondered what Hale was too. California? No, he didn’t have that limp-wristed soy pseudo-man idea Alicia had in her head. He might’ve been too college boy.

She wouldn’t have given him a second look. OK, not a fifth look, he had a cute handsome face. Definitely worth a second look! But, she’d have had a small finite number of looks if it wasn’t for his three girls bouncing off of him.

She had questions as to why he was the center of a harem. And the girls thrust her into his arms for the next dance.

“Hale!” he said.

“They told me,” she said, grinning.

“They didn’t tell me your name,” he said.

“Alicia!”

“I like your hat, Alicia,” he said, looking much lower than her hat. She put on her best smirk.

“Hey! Cowgirl!” Ivy leaned in. “He doesn’t know how to move his feet to country music! Fix him!”

The harem headed off to powder their noses.

“You do have good feet,” she said, frowning at his sneakers. “Might be you need the right footwear.” Her eyes went up to the top of his jeans. “Here, grab around me. Least I can do is make you a better dancer.”

“Don’t go easy on me,” Hale said. Alicia smiled back.

“Never!” she laughed.

“Thanks!” Alicia said, heading to the restroom with Dakota a half our later. “My girlfriends all went home with their pickups.”

“No trouble,” Dakota said. “Besides, if we bag you into our group—”

“Hottest girls in the bar?” Alicia said. She was about to say, “I’ve done hottest before. I want something more.”

Dakota raised her hand, cutting Alicia off. “No, I’m talking about real magic.”

She reached for her finger and turned the ring around so that Alicia knew exactly what she was looking at.

“That’s pretty,” Alicia said. “Got a... I don’t know what kinda feeling to it.”

“Viking?” Dakota suggested.

“Exactly!” Alicia said. They got to the sinks to reapply their makeup.

“They’re something special,” Dakota said. “You know we’re all wearing them, right?”

“Oh god,” Alicia said. “You’re trying to recruit me to some sort of cult?” She laughed.

“Not terribly inaccurate,” Dakota said. She blushed. “Not that they’d make you or... We’re not a cult!”

She looked nervous.

“Calm down,” Alicia said, taking her arm. “Sorry, just trying to make a joke. Clearly, there’s something special going on.”

“Do you believe in magic?” Dakota said. “Or like God or anything supernatural.”

“I read my horoscope,” Alicia said, defensively.

Dakota frowned. “No not like that.”

“You’re a little drunk,” Alicia said.

“Not as bad as Casey,” Dakota defended herself.

“The redhead?” Alicia asked, continuing after a nod from Dakota. “No, you’re not as drunk as her. But she’s treating full drinks as shotglasses.”

“She’s got us looking out for,” Dakota said. “Hale especially.”

“You guys trust him?”

Dakota raised the ring and turned it again. “More than anyone’s trusted anyone before, I think.”

There was an honesty to it that Alicia could feel. It tickled the back of her neck.

“You’re so sweet!” Alicia said. The night was over and Hale was leading his girls to his truck in the lot across the street. She was delightfully buzzed, her night had gone nothing like she had expected. Hale carried a very unsteady Casey. Ivy and Dakota flanked Alicia.

“You coming to play with us?” Ivy asked.

“What?!” Alicia asked.

Dakota raised the ring.

“Yeah, come home with us...” Casey moaned.

“You know, I can get a cab,” Alicia said, reaching for her phone.

“No, it’s cool. I’ll put Ivy in the back with Casey to keep their crazy out of your hair,” Hale said.

“You want cuddle?” Dakota asked.

“What?” Alicia asked, looking at her phone again. They reached the truck. She saw the green Ford and tilted her head. This was more of what she had in mind when she had come out tonight.

She looked at Hale’s shoes and belt again.

He had potential... But... she looked up to Dakota. Clearly waiting for something. “Huh?”

“Cuddle. It’s like shotgun but better,” Ivy interjected. She helped Casey into the back bench. Dakota led Alicia to the enger side.

“Oh, I hadn’t seen a front bench except at my granddad’s place,” Alicia said. “If I’m getting dropped off at my place. I might as well give you cuddle.”

“I love being given cuddles!” Dakota burst into giggles. Alicia blushed, but it was clear Dakota was gesturing for her to get in first. Something got her attention. She turned. Was that a dog? It looked... sad, but then scampered away.

“Up you go, honey,” Dakota said, not giving Alicia an opportunity to do anything other than climb up and take the middle.

“Casey’s asleep,” Ivy said at a whisper.

“Alright,” Hale said, pulling the shifter and getting in gear. “We’ll be quiet.”

Hale buckled up and Alicia just had a middle belt. When it clicked. Ivy said: “I didn’t know there was a cuddle belt.”

“Ignore the crazies,” Hale said. “You had a good night? We loved having you around.”

“It was fun,” she said, looking at the bigger ring on Hale’s finger. It had viking writing in black letters instead of white.

“Ask him!” Dakota whispered in Alicia’s ear.

“Hale?”

“Hm?” Hale, being the driver was much more sober than his girls. Alicia had probably drank more than Dakota, but it was clear Alicia had a clearer head. Well, they weren’t much different in height and weight, except for about five cup-sizes. And maybe a little more padding on Alicia’s thighs.

“What’s with these rings?” she said. “Dakota said it was something like a cult.”

“Well, um, not a cult—”

“Ow!” Dakota said. “Don’t whap me with your shoe!”

“It’s Casey’s shoe,” Ivy said, giggling. “My ones are pointy.” She rolled her shoulders up. “Don’t scare off the knockout!”

“Don’t hit her ever again,” Hale said. “Put the shoes down.”

Ivy did it instantly. She muttered a sorry.

“Like the truck, the rings were a gift from my grandfather,” Hale said.

“He helped him build it!” Dakota said, brightly.

“Good with your hands?” Alicia said.

“We didn’t build it. We sort of fixed and upgraded it. And, I was just there to listen and hand him tools,” Hale said. “I didn’t really do much besides turn the occasional ratchet.”

“But you learned?”

“Yeah,” Hale said. “I learned a lot from him.”

“And he gave you the truck?” Alicia said.

“Bequeathed it,” Hale said.

“I’m sorry,” Alicia said.

“Thanks,” Hale nodded. “Old Marcus was a good man. I gotta make the best of what he gave me.”

Alicia looked around, especially at the girls. “You seem to be doing great.”

“Right, so, when Casey and I found the rings,” Hale said. “There was just one for me and one for her. We decided to take this trip across the country to celebrate and play. But, more rings kept coming out.”

“Kept coming out.”

“Like magic!” Ivy said.

“Nothing like about it,” Dakota said. “They are magic.”

“Yeah,” Hale said. “When a girl puts it on, she’s all in. She likes me, she gets on with the others, and we keep going.”

“Seriously?” Alicia said.

Ivy reached over the seat and dropped Casey’s bag into Dakota’s lap. “She keeps the spare.”

“New ring,” Hale said. “We were looking for another girl to our adventures.”

“Real magic,” Dakota said, picking up Alicia’s right hand and putting the ring in her palm.

“Do you know what the letters mean?” she asked, turning it in her fingers.

“Swords and cups,” Ivy said. “He’s the sword, we’re the cups. We get him drunk, he gets us sworded.”

“I have the exact words written down in my phone,” Hale said. “I can show you when we stop.”

“Can you prove their magic?”

“Not in anyway I’d be happy about,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’ll take more than a week for another ring to appear,” he said. “The only other magic I could do would be to break promises I made to Casey when we discovered they were magic. Make one of the girls do something with a big cost. I made a promise. I won’t do it.”

Alicia looked over the ring. It was pretty, she had some bracelets and a necklaces she could pair with it nicely. She’d want to buy some earrings.

“If I put this on? I get magicked. I become part of this?” She gestured to the truck and the girls.

“Up here on the left?” he asked, following the GPS directions.

Alicia slipped the ring on her right index finger. She licked her lips.

“No, keep going. You’re staying in a hotel?”

It was a cheap motel and clearly Sandy and Maggie had ended up in room 206. Alicia pulled her hat down over her face to evade eye with Ethan. Casey was more sober, she was walking, nothing like straight. Like a gentleman, Hale had her upright. Dakota opened the door and the train started in.

“You are so hot!” Ivy whispered into Alicia’s ear. “Do you know how hot it was watching you slide that ring on your finger. You’re ours, girl.”

Alicia nodded and walked into the room. Dakota was helping Casey to the bathroom.

“Ivy, help me get her in the shower,” Dakota said, looking back. “Please!”

“I can—”

Hale was interrupted when Ivy slapped a palm on his chest and strode by.

“You’ve got your own business,” she said, taking another look up and down Alicia. “So hot!”

The three girls closed the bathroom door. Hale shrugged, turned, and put his hands on Alicia’s hips. She was expecting a word or something. He kissed her, she melted.

He grabbed her hat and tossed it to a nearby chair. She kissed as hard and as aggressively as she could. Pulling him back, digging her fingers into his hair, touching the bare skin on his stomach.

He pushed her down on the bed and squatted down to remove her boots.

“You’re just going for it,” she said. “What if I say to stop?”

“Don’t tell me to stop,” he said, smirking and dropping her socks into her boots. He stood up and stroked her hair back over her ears. “Unbuckle my belt.”

She looked down.

“Can I take you shopping tomorrow?” she asked, pulling the belt like she was starting of a lawnmower. She unzipped and unbuckled too. The pair of them sent his jeans to the floor. She slid off the foot of his bed, touching his cock, rubbing it against her cheek. “Please?”

“Shopping trip sounds like a good way to spend the day,” he said. “So long as we spend the night at your best.”

“I always give my best,” she said, kissing his cockhead with a cheeky smile.

“We’re getting there,” he said, gripping her hair in his fist and pulling her forward. She swirled her tongue around his tip and then parted her lips and took him in.

She took her time, licking and sucking, sliding further and further until she nearly choked and pulling back. He stared down at her. As amazing as her mouth was, she stood out from his other girls in one amazing way.

“Stop, get up,” he said, pulling her off his cock. He smirked. “We’re going shopping tomorrow.”

“You already said that,” she said.

“What I’m saying now is that I’ll buy you a new top,” he shoved his hands into the neck of her shirt and ripped it open from her tits, sending buttons scattering around the room.

“Jesus!” she said as he pushed her back on the bed. He threw off his shirt as she unhooked her bra. She had the biggest and firmest, the best, pair he’d seen. Her huge tits were tipped with nipples that were already puckered they rose and fell with her breaths.

He unzipped her jeans and she snaked her hips as he pulled off the last of her clothes. She wiggled up the bed so her head could reach the pillows as he climbed up over her. He grabbed her breasts and she blushed, staring up and into his aggressive eyes.

The moved together, kissing and groping, legs flailing to line their sexes up together. She didn’t realize she was so wet until he slid in her with a wet sucking sound. Her diaphragm jumped and she huffed out a hot lungful of breath against his cheek. He rolled his hips, pushing her body down with his, driving his cock up and inside her.

“Magic,” she gasped.

“Magic,” he bragged.

She locked her ankles behind his ass and dug her fingers into his shoulder. He fucked her. She felt fucked. He could toss her body around and she’d cum just from the strength of it.

He had so much potential.

They kissed, but their rough go kept their mouths apart a lot of the time. He’d stare down into her face, her steel gray eyes, her shiny sweating skin and her wild brown hair. She gasped, the pleasure ricocheting in her body, she clasped him tightly and groaned.

He groaned with her.

“Oh,” Dakota’s voice floated from the bathroom door. “Cum together! That’s always so romantic!”

Alicia was too far gone, she wrapped her arms tightly behind Hale’s neck and began to thrash. Hale growled in time. Alicia’s eyelids closed tightly as she felt the twitch and spray of hot cum up inside her.

They clasped each other, gasping and panting, until the AC rumbled on and they felt the chill run over their sweat drenched skin.

“Hey,” Alicia said, seeing Dakota had climbed onto the bed in their afterglow. “Hey!”

Dakota had dipped two fingers into Alicia’s cunt and brought out the slimy post-sex run off. She gave it a lick and then shoved her two sticky fingers into Alicia’s mouth.

“How’s Casey?” Hale asked, fingers running around Alicia’s nipples.

“She needs to learn how to drink,” Dakota said. “Ivy’s with her in the shower. I’ll trade with her after my turn.”

Alicia watched as a Dakota reached down and grabbed Alicia’s tit.

“She’s a stunner,” Dakota said.

“You can talk to me,” Alicia said, but melting happily under the attention.

“Thanks, my girls have high standards,” Hale replied, kissing Dakota. “Climb on her and get a closer look at her tits.”

Dakota nodded, straddling Alicia and lifting her heavy breasts. “Wow...”

“Thanks...” Alicia said, she was trying to look around Dakota’s shoulders and follow Hale’s progress. Alicia gasped as Hale grabbed her thighs and pulled her down the mattress until she and Dakota were in line, lip to lip.

“You’ll get a few more tonight,” Dakota said. “But tomorrow, we’re all in this together.”

Alicia kissed Dakota as Dakota pushed her hips down onto Alicia’s face. Hale’s recovered dick went into Alicia and the night was still quite young.

“God, that’s tight,” Ivy laughed in the morning. Hale was sitting in the bathroom, holding Casey’s hair, while Ivy, Dakota, and Alicia were trying to salvage enough clothes to make a quick trip to Alicia’s apartment.

Alicia frowned, none of the girls had a bra they could lend her. Dakota was pretty flat and as endowed as Ivy and Casey were, Alicia was in a league of her own. She had borrowed a light top from Ivy, but the buttons were gasping. One deep breath and she’d become a cannon.

“We’re being dumb,” Dakota said. “Take it off.”

“Thank god!” Alicia squeaked as she unbuttoned the top gingerly. Still, one button ripped off.

“Poop!”

“Sorry,” Alicia said, shaking the top down her shoulders. “I’ll buy you another one. We’re goin’ shopping today.”

“Oh! Shopping trips are always fun!” Ivy said. “What’s your plan, Dakota?”

Dakota walked up and slipped Hale’s shirt onto Alicia’s shoulders.

“Smells nice,” she said.

“We did laundry yesterday,” Dakota said.

“Dakota did,” Ivy said. “I’m not allowed near public washing machines. I get ideas.”

“Ideas?” Alicia asked.

“She likes to fuck on rocking surfaces,” Dakota said.

“I’m guessing she likes to fuck everywhere,” Alicia said. “Cutie like her and monster like Hale? How does he go so long?”

“The rings, I think,” Dakota said. “They give him more than a little pick-me-up.”

Alicia checked herself in the mirror. Even with her small frame, she was stressing the limits of Hale’s shirt with her breasts. “I like it.”

“So do I...” Casey croaked.

“You OK, sweetness?”

“She needs electrolytes and sleep,” Dakota said. “I also like really greasy fries or biscuits and gravy when I’m that hungover.”

“I know just the place!” Alicia said.

“Then let’s go!” Casey said, her pep not quite reaching her understated fist in the air.

“’Licia! ’Licia!”

Alicia, and all of the party, were accosted by a heavyset young woman rushing from the motel office over to them.

“Hi, Sandy...” Alicia blushed.

Sandy slowed and got close.

“Are you taking my girl home?” Sandy asked, looking straight at Hale.

“We were going for breakfast first and—”

“I’ll you!” Sandy said. “Maggie already rushed home.”

Sandy looked back and forth over all the girls. Hands with rings on them were conveniently, and quickly, hidden behind other girls or in her own pocket. Sandy frowned.

“Where’s your top?” Sandy asked.

“It was a wild night,” Ivy said.

Sandy frowned. All of these girls were knockouts. Alicia wasn’t the kind of girl who needed to slum it some gross poly thing. Sandy frowned, but she smiled. “Where are we doing breakfast?”

Hale looked to Alicia. He didn’t want to bar Sandy outright, but he also didn’t want her around. Alicia could see the looks on everyone’s faces.

“How about we just give you a ride home?” Alicia said. “Then we go out for breakfast.”

“I have a lot of questions for your new friends,” Sandy said, eyes alight in judgment.

“There’ll be plenty of time to get know us once we’re done,” Hale said. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“Cuddle...” Casey belched.

“No, you’re sitting in the backseat,” Ivy rubbed Casey’s back. “I’m getting cuddle.”

“What’s cuddle?” Sandy asked.

Sandy, Alicia, and Hale were the only ones who went up to the apartment. Maggie was locked in her bedroom, refusing to come out. Alicia had a hum on her lips.

“That’s a nice truck, Hale,” Sandy said, frustration on her face from the lack of answers to all of her questions. “What do you do?”

“I’m in college,” he said.

“Huh...” Sandy said. “Alicia, can I have a word?”

“Right,” Alicia said. “Come in my room. Hale, there’s... whatever in the fridge if you want.”

“I love whatever!” he said, with a smile. He crossed the apartment. Sandy grabbed Alicia’s wrist and rushed her into the bedroom. Alicia grabbed a small dufflebag from under her bed.

“What are you doing?” Sandy asked.

“Going with Hale?” she said, knowing Sandy had gotten that answer in the car. Alicia started stripping off and went for just the necessities: lingerie, denim skirt, cowboy boots, and a cute top. She was naked when she stopped at her dresser.

“Quacks or Mr Lion?” she lifted her two stuffed animals and showed them to Sandy.

“For what?”

“For the backseat,” Alicia said. “All the other girls got something back there. It’d be strange not to, now. Quacks I’ve had the longest, but Mr Lion’s a lion. I want mine to be king of the back seat.”

“You’re not going with him!” Sandy said.

“Why not?”

“Because you just met him?” Sandy said. “You’ve got responsibilities and—”

“What responsibilities? Rent, utilities? Dad’s paying for those. My job sucks and how many times am I going to have an opportunity like this?”

She slipped into a g-string and wrapped her denim skirt around herself. She picked up Mr Lion.

“You have every opportunity to go be someone’s whore!” Sandy said.

“I’m not going to be a whore,” Alicia said. “And you should know me better than that.”

“I know you well enough that this isn’t something you’d do if you had a choice,” Sandy said.

“I made this choice in a heartbeat,” Alicia said, fastening her bra. She slipped on her low cut breezy top. She looked at the others she picked out. She grabbed Mr Lion and tossed him into the duffel bag. With nothing else other than a phone charger and a tablet.

“He’s not your type,” Sandy said.

“That’s why we’re going shopping!” Alicia said. “Wait until you see him in boots! God... I’m wet already.”

“I’m calling your Dad,” Sandy said.

“Oh my god!” Alicia said, grabbing her phone. She dialed. Sandy watched, shocked when Alicia said: “Daddy! I met the best guy!”

Sandy wandered out of the room.

“Thanks for looking out for her,” Hale said. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Sandy swiped the orange juice glass from Hale’s hand, drank it, and went to her room, locking it up tightly.

Coffee and eggs benedict and repeated backrubs had Casey feeling wonderful. She was bouncing back from her hangover with every slow sip of her water bottle.

“I gotta get my hands on those funbags,” Casey said.

“They are spectacular,” Ivy said, picking bits off of her muffin, dunking them in her coffee and eating them. “Right Dakota?”

“You don’t feel... less than next to her?” Dakota asked, blushing.

“Aw, we love your itty-bitties too!” Casey said, leaning in and kissing Dakota on the nipple through her sundress. Dakota pushed her off. Ivy laughed.

“She’s alive!” Ivy said.

“I’m doing well,” Casey said, turning and seeing Alicia and Hale walk in. “Man... Those can’t be real.”

“They’re real,” Ivy said. “I’ve checked everywhere, no scars and they feel and bounce like yours and mine, just moreso.”

“They’re perfect,” Dakota said, meekly.

“For now,” Ivy said. “Big tits don’t age as well.”

“But on a 21 year old they’re legendary,” Casey said. “Hey!”

Alicia walked over. “Hale’s going to get us some breakfast sandwiches. Sorry I took so long at my apartment.”

“No trouble,” Dakota said. She rubbed Casey’s back. “Hale’s got the check? Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Ivy said.

“The Tri-State Fair!” Casey suggested.

“That’s a great idea,” Alicia said. “After we get new outfits.”

“I love how you think!” Ivy said. She got up and swatted Alicia’s butt. “Let’s go!”

“You girls are crazy,” Alicia said.

Alicia was bouncing in her cowboy boots, waiting outside the changing room. She licked her lips and wiped her palms on her skirt. “You OK in there?”

“I’m fine,” Hale shouted back.

“You can sneak in,” Dakota said.

“No, Dad owns this place,” Alicia shook her head. “I don’t want that getting back to him.”

“How do I look?!” Casey came out in a denim skirt and tied under-the-breast plaid top. She had her hair tied back in a long braided ponytail and was standing pigeon-toed in a pair of white cowboy boots. She walked to a mirror and Alicia came up behind her. “My tummy’s too big. I gotta eat better.

“I can see your abs,” Alicia said. “You worry too—”

Alicia joyfully chirped and skipped away from Casey when Hale came out of the changing room. She grabbed the Stetson she had already picked out for him and rushed over. She wolf-whistled.

“Thanks,” he said, not quite comfortable in the cowboy boots or the huge steel buckle on his new belt. He felt like he was playing dress up. He felt like a clown.

Then he looked into Alicia’s gray eyes.

He felt like a king.

She slapped the Stetson on his head. She had her tongue in between her teeth and a grin on her lips.

“It’s not really you,” Dakota said, frowning.

“Oh hush!” Alicia said.

“What’s with her?” Casey whispered to Dakota.

“She’s a buckle bunny,” Dakota said, rolling her eyes. Having a horse-riding ranch along with cousins, uncles, and even a grandfather who’d used the horses and the pageantry to get a bit of side-tail, Dakota recognized Alicia’s energy.

“When I lived in Massachussetts, Mom always called her sister a puck bunny. Same thing but for hockey players?”

“Ski bunny, badge bunny... Whatever gets the girl to hop,” Ivy said.

“It’s perfect!” Alicia said, turning around and sticking her tongue out at the peanut gallery. “Let’s wear it straight out of here.”

“Uh...” Hale worried. But Alicia grabbed his elbow and pulled. He staggered, not quite handling the tight boots and heels well.

“You’ll learn!” Alicia said, starry-eyed.

“One of us is rubbing his feet tonight,” Casey said.

“Probably for the next three days,” Dakota nodded.

“Dibs!” Ivy said.

“Cool, we’ll take the dick,” Casey said.

“I don’t think you could pull Alicia off of him long enough for a chance,” Ivy said.

Hale nearly fell face first into the glass counter at the front cash .

Alicia had Hale’s belt unbuckled as soon as they were in the truck. She stretched out of the front bench, getting her face into Hale’s lap and laying her knees on Casey’s thighs.

“I wanted your titties,” Casey said, licking her fingers and reaching under Alicia’s skirt, causing her to squeal.

“You’ll get them after I get a turn!” Ivy yelled in the voice of Mr Lion as she played in the back.

“It’s getting tight back here,” Dakota said. No one listened.

Hale had one hand on the wheel, one in Alicia’s hair as she giggled and massaged his balls. She licked his shaft, eyes continually flicking upwards, hoping for Hale’s attention. Happy that he kept his attention on the road. She kissed the head of his dick and began to suck it.

Alicia had never been a prude, but she’d also never sucked a cock of a man driving a truck while a redhead stuffed her fingers up Alicia’s pussy. She flicked her eyes up one more time and thrust her face forward, slurping down his cock. His hand tightened in her hair. His knuckles whitened on the the wheel.

Alicia lost herself in the bob of her head and the twist of her tongue. Even the soft fingers sliding under her thong and in and out of her pussy were just following the beat off the tape deck. Some old rock song that the girls in the back could sing along to that Alicia didn’t want to it she hadn’t heard before.

Her eyes shifted to the ring on her finger, pulling off for a deep breath. She couldn’t wipe the silly smile from her lips. This was exactly where she wanted to be. She dove back down, gripping his knee and slurping hard, she needed his cum.

Hale was groaning. It was music to her ears. She chased the moans and grunts, often with the occasional gag and cough from her own end. There was something sexy about a man’s voice that Casey could measure on her fingertips.

Alicia slid her free hand between her legs and furiously rubbed her clit and Casey’s knuckles. She had so many thoughts, images of herself in her mind with Hale... and even the other girls. It was so sexy!

Alicia began to buck and moan. Her hips rolled with her excitement. Casey hiked Alicia’s skirt up higher, grabbed a fistful of ass cheek, and used the gained leverage to finger Alicia’s cunt faster.

Hale responded to the shaking mouth on his dick with several slaps of the steering wheel and one to his face. His sore feet pressed harder on the accelerator.

“Slow down!” Ivy shouted.

Everyone listened.

Casey first, but it was like she was pulling a plug from a drain because the juices started flowing, all over her new skirt.

Hale second because when he opened his eyes he saw how close he had gotten to the Mazda in front of him. He flashed his eyes to the mirrors but his heart wasn’t slowing down because...

Alicia was only slower because she was sloppier. Hale’s fingers tightened in her hair as she slurped and groaned for a mouthful, a splash of, living giving cum.

Hale barked and Alicia squealed in joy.

She didn’t pull her face up until the truck had stopped, some six minutes later.

“OK,” Dakota said, reaching out and touching everyone. “We’re done with these risky driving blowjobs, please?”

“Um...” Hale said, not committing to anything. “It wasn’t so much the blowjob. I just... My feet are distracting me too.”

“What?” Alicia said, sitting up on her knees, on Casey’s lap. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Did something happen?”

Alicia pulled Hale along. Ivy, Dakota, and Casey flitted about, rushing in tight as they moved through the crowds. They didn’t go to the very front of the masses, Hale just couldn’t let Ivy push little kids aside so they could watch a parade.

He was 90% certain she was joking anyways.

“You alright?” Alicia asked.

The sheer joy in her eyes as she fixed the cowboy hat on Hale’s head and her unending hands on exploration of his body made it impossible to do anything other than smile.

“This feels special,” Hale said.

She laid her head on his shoulder as they watched the local high school’s marching band travel down the street. Amarillo’s Tri-State Fair was a highlight of the year for the town. There was a carnival energy everywhere and it was infecting Hale in the girls as well.

Alicia looked down, still trying to fawn at the feeling of the rings, the memory of putting the magic into her finger, the power she felt just feeling them on her.

“We need to do something,” she said, bouncing foot to foot.

“Soon as the parade’s over, then it’s carnival rides, greasy food, and all the rest!” Ivy said. “Who’d have known absolute sinful debauchery was such fun.”

A nearby mother pulled her son to the left to put herself between the boy and Ivy.

Casey giggled. She looked back, her smile radiant. “Doing stuff sounds great!”

But for the moment, they were stuck. Watching the parade. Each and every one of them feeling the compression of even momentary denial.

The crowd was practically a fluid as they made their way into the fairgrounds. The dinky little tourist trap they’d been to to get Dakota her pony had nothing on The Tri-State Fair. They all pulled Hale, but as he walked pigeon-toed and awkwardly in his new cowboy boots, their pace was slow.

The joy on Alicia’s face was fading.

“You’re walking like Frankenstein!” she said.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sky Fire?”

“What?” she looked up at the big cantilever swinging ride. Her smile came back. “Let’s go!”

They got in line, Dakota hanging back.

“You sure?” Hale said.

She touched her stomach. “Heights have never been my thing.”

“Didn’t you get fucked hanging out of the basket of balloon?” Ivy asked.

“I don’t want to leave you out here on your own,” Hale said.

“I can stay with her,” Casey offered.

“Nonsense!” Dakota slapped Casey’s ass. “I’ve seen you getting excited for everything. Go. Play. I can handle myself for a minute.”

“You’re a sweetie,” Alicia said. “We’ll be right back. Don’t you go bowing outta everything fun. We came here to get wild. I know you ain’t a tame one.”

Dakota blushed and smiled, but she looked around out of nerves.

Hale and Casey got into line. Alicia and Ivy directly behind them.

“You don’t just have to stare at his ass,” Ivy explained to Alicia. “You can rub and pinch it to your heart’s content.”

Hale was yelping and chuckling as his girls molested him. Casey grabbed his arm and pulled it over her shoulder. She looked up.

“Roller coaster, next?” she said.

“Dakota’s involved next,” Hale said. “If she’s in then yes. I ain’t leaving any of you out for long.”

“Good,” Casey said. “All these gorgeous girls on your arm, it’s good to know I’m not forgotten.”

“Woo!” Alicia tossed herself onto Hale for a piggyback after they got out of the ride.

“Where’s Dakota?” he asked Casey.

“Uh...” she scanned.

“Over there with the hottie...” Ivy said.

Hale turned, expecting another Alicia at Ivy’s description. No, he had forgotten his girls did appreciate men too. Which was profitable to him, all things considered.

Though he did wonder what would happen if a full-on lesbian wore a ring.

But not for long. His eyes narrowed as he looked across the fairgrounds.

Dakota had her hands behind her back, smiling politely, talking to a tall 6′4″ cowboy dude. Her skirt floated in the cool summer breeze crisscrossing the fairgrounds carrying the smell of many people, fried foods, and livestock. She was clearly being polite and friendly, but that was unsurprising with Dakota.

“I better go save her,” Hale said. He staggered a step, the boots, but Alicia kicked in her heels and he managed to jog over. “Hi!”

“Hey!” Dakota said, brushing her hair back. She ran over and grabbed Hale’s hand. “See, I was waiting for my man.”

The big cowboy looked over at the crowd of women, surrounding Hale. He frowned. “My name’s Pete. Pleasure to meet you.”

Hale dropped Alicia safely to the ground and stepped forward, wobbling in his boots and clasping Pete’s hand. Pete looked Hale up and down.

“I’m Hale,” he said.

“Tourist then,” Pete said nodding.

“Yeah,” Hale agreed. “Making sure my girls have a good time.”

“Uh huh,” he said, looking over them. “Gotta lot to handle on your own. Maybe you’d like to introduce me. I’m inclined to show them a good time.”

“We’re with Hale,” Ivy said.

“I can see that,” Pete said. He looked around. “I’m asking about pricing.”

“What?” Hale said. Casey giggled, but Dakota was offended.

“I can see your little signs,” Pete pointed to the ring. “And you got much better quality than most of the sellers ’round here. I like the little lady,” he gestured with a half nod to Dakota. “But I’m inclined to pay 3 large for a short time with this goddess.”

He picked up Alicia’s hand.

Hale had clocked Pete straight across the jaw as soon as the cowboy had touched Alicia’s hand, and ring. The cowboy staggered back.

“Ungentlemanly,” Pete said and squared off.

Hale was about six inches shorter, maybe half buck lighter than the giant before him. The big man could fight too. Hale barely had his guard up before he caught the left jab and weaved around the right cross. Pete was a country boy. He knew how to throw his weight around.

Pete hit Hale again.

Dakota stepped in but Casey grabbed her and pulled her back.

Hale’s guard caught another couple of punches before he made a snap kick to Pete’s calf. Hale staggered, grunting more from his pinched toes than from Pete’s heavy jabs. Hale’s knee cracked Pete in the side of the thigh. Pete dropped his fists to deal with the low attacks and Hale rang Pete’s bell worse than Pete had ever had. He staggered, losing strength in the kicked and kneed leg and rolling down. Ivy grabbed Hale.

“It’s over,” Ivy said. “Anymore and we could get kicked out.”

“Your a snappy fucker,” Pete said, on hand on the asphalt. He shrugged off a good Samaritan. “Lose the boots kid,” Pete tipped his hat and climbed up. “Fuck! Shit, apologies to your ladies. Misread.”

Hale looked at Alicia and Dakota.

Alicia was puppy-dogging Hale worse than she had when he had first stepped out of the change room. Dakota stepped forward. “Apology accepted.”

“Air’s clear,” Hale said. “Let’s head different ways, Pete.”

“Agreed,” Pete said, cursed when he put his weight on his left foot. He wandered off.

Alicia hit Hale with a hug that was as crushing as her slender arms could make it. Hale happily threw an arm over her shoulders.

“You knew he was good?” Dakota asked Casey.

“Hale’s father’s a drill sergeant and combat instructor,” Casey said.

“Yeah, I’ve been through hell under Dad since I was 8,” Hale laughed. “First time I actually stepped up and put it to work.”

“No it isn’t,” Casey said. “There was that grab-ass drunk last Halloween.”

“He didn’t know how to hit back,” Hale said. “You girls mind if we take a short break on the Ferris wheel? I need to sit for a moment.”

“You want me to kiss your booboos and make it better?” Alicia purred.

“No,” Ivy said. “Let’s just suck his dick.”

Alicia frowned as she and Casey ended up in the second cage of the Ferris wheel.

“Rides really aren’t built for five,” Casey said, sliding her hands over Alicia after they swung up from the ground.

“You’re just going to get me fired up for Hale,” Alicia said turning. “I appreciate it, but I need him right now.”

“Then he’ll thank me for this,” Casey said, sliding a hand into Alicia’s top.

Dakota had first dibs to get into the cage with Hale, after all it was her honor he and fought for and the hero gets the girl.

“Every time!” Ivy demanded, but got no pushback from anyone. However, in the quiet she said. “And since the cages really only sit three, I call dibs.”

“What?!” Alicia had said, flustered.

But dibs was sacred.

“We’re only going to go around a few times and there are kids out there!” Dakota lunged across Hale and kept Ivy from stripping naked.

“So we don’t?” Ivy said, scoffing. Hale laughed, turning to Dakota.

Dakota tucked her hair behind her ear. “Of course we do. We just be discreet.”

She began rubbing Hale’s wrists and arms, where he had taken Pete’s punches. Her other hand unzipped him.

“Whoever takes your boots off tonight is getting love-fucked so hard,” Ivy said, interlacing her fingers around Hale’s cock with Dakota. Their rings clinked together.

Hale held their hands, turning back and forth, kissing both of them as they jerked him off. He pulled Dakota’s skirt up and grabbed her panty-clad ass. She leaned forward, giving him plenty to squeeze and massage.

“Hale, the conquering hero,” Ivy said, tilting his head back with a lick of her lips. “But, our next ring, really needs to be a blonde.”

Dakota gripped tighter and pulled Hale for a kiss. “Just make sure she’s nice.”

“And hot!” Ivy said. “I can’t tag out for an uggo. That’d break my heart.”

“Don’t be mean!” Dakota said. But she blushed. “And with the four of us? We know his taste. No chance for an ugly chick.”

“I’m finding you a blonde,” Ivy said, forcing Dakota’s fingers to move faster. Hale squeezed their asses, reclined and groaned.

“But what if she’s not—”

“You mean if she’s a bottle blonde? Fuck, I hadn’t thought of that...” Ivy said, interrupting Hale whose own moan had interrupted him anyways. “There’s a good Hale! Just give into your gorgeous girl’s warm fingers.”

“Actually, your fingers are a little chilly,” Dakota said to Ivy.

Ivy shut Dakota up by shoving Hale’s face and kiss onto Dakota. Hale was overdue for an orgasm. Ivy always wanted an orgasm, she slung her thigh over Hale’s and ground her crotch on his knee. Her foot kicking the wall of the cage.

Hale squeezed his girls tightly. “I’m gonna—”

Dakota didn’t want some poor soul stepping into Hale’s sprayed cum. She pushed his face off with her forehead and bent herself messily to get her mouth down on his dick. Ivy tightened their fingers, sharing a double-fisted circle around his cock with Dakota. He exploded in spurts, yelling and bucking with a loud roar. A roar Ivy silenced with a kiss.

Alicia grabbed Hale and dragged her away from the line of the Ferris wheel before most people saw Dakota’s wet spot all down Hale’s leg.

“Where are we going?”

“Dancing!” she said, in a huff.

Hale winced, his feet were terrible in the boots. He couldn’t imagine dancing was the proper choice.

While most of the fair was all ages, there were several nearby bars and booze tents at hand. Alicia zigzagged Hale through the crowds, the girls behind him co-conspirators.

Dakota wasn’t really a dancer, but Ivy and Casey had lit up at Alicia’s suggestion. Casey would never let herself be pushed to the sidelines. They followed the cheers and country music across the fairgrounds to a striped tent.

“Line dancing?” Dakota said, seeing the tent.

Casey snorted in laughter. Alicia was such a white girl and—

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” Ivy screamed. She grabbed Hale’s other elbow.

“That’s on us,” Casey said to Dakota.

“No, I just think they’re both happy to play,” Dakota said. “C’mon, before handsome boys drag us off to play.”

“You know,” Casey said, holding Dakota’s hand, “I never wanted to be asked to dance by a handsome boy, less.”

“Really? I had incredible social anxiety in grade eight I both wanted and dreaded any boy asking me to dance,” Dakota said.

Casey lowered her voice. “Hey babe, shake your ass for me.”

“Only if you kick those legs up for me, sweet cheeks,” Dakota smiled back.

Hale had never been line dancing before. Ivy and Alicia tugged him into the massive crowd of a whole spectrum of ages.

“Just do what everyone else does,” Alicia said.

“And it’s better to dance bad than it is not to dance at all,” Ivy cheered him on.

Hale nodded as they broke into line. The next song was just starting an a big bearded 60-something cowboy with a deep growling voice started to call the dance.

And just like that, everyone in the tent was moving. Back and forth and up and down, in chaotic, varying levels of synchronous rhythm.

Hale staggered to keep up, but the bright looks on Dakota and Alicia’s faces rallied him over and over. There was a line behind them, were Dakota and Casey were not nearly as coordinated as Alicia and Ivy. They also smiled for, but kept respectful distance of the guys at their sides.

Hale couldn’t keep his eyes off the pair of beauties winging his elbows. He turned and danced with Alicia, trading her to an old woman and twisting and pulling Ivy away from a tall smiling black man with a jealous redheaded wife. Ivy was loud thunder in her boots.

Hale almost forgot how sore his feet were as the dances tumbled into each other. But slowly, his boots screamed. The steps were more varied and the calling was difficult to hear.

“Hale?” Alicia asked, worried.

His toes twisted and he hit the asphalt harder than he had clocked Pete.

“Just a couple of scratches to his palms,” the emt said. “He seems tender, and I recommend an X-ray, but if you won’t go, I can’t make you.”

“It’s not broken,” Hale insisted.

“Not shattered, a hairline fracture isn’t—”

Hale stood up and smiled.

“Hale!” Casey said, red-faced, all his girls were waiting outside of the tent. She was about to tell him to shut up and take the paramedic’s advice but he rolled his ring around his finger and she shut up.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he said. “Let’s finish it off.”

“But...” Alicia didn’t know what to say but she hit him with a full-breasted hug. “I fucked up.”

“It was fun,” he said. “Where are Dakota and Ivy?”

Ivy rushed up from behind him and drummed a pair of sneakers across his shoulders. “Hey, I know where we’re going next!”

They went to a bar and grabbed a table to sit Hale down at. It was a classic Texas country western bar and the Tex-Mex food they ordered was amazing.

“Sit down!” Casey had to push his shoulders into his feet for the third time.

“No!” he said. “I’m feeling better already and really was just a couple of bandaids on my palm.”

“You’re so lucky that you’ve got four magically-charmed girlfriends,” Ivy said, finishing her first beer and talking with a mouthful of nachos. “’cause that’s you’re jacking hand.”

“They’re dancing,” he said, waving his sneakers out into the aisle. “I need to make up with a better showing.”

Alicia frowned.

“It’s OK...”

“Sit down!” Casey said again.

Alicia looked around. Her lips curled up in a smirk. “You need to prove yourself, but Casey insists you sit down?”

“What are you—No, Alicia,” Dakota said, looking over Alicia’s shoulder at the mechanical bull in the corner. Hale turned his head.

“Seriously? Does anyone use that thing?”

“Not with only a half of a drink in him,” Ivy said, sliding Hale’s beer closer to him.

Alicia looked around. There were no kids in the tavern. There was so much carnival food and food trucks around, it made sense that no family would force a sit down in a bar like this during the Rodeo. Alicia licked her lips.

“You sure you’re doing good?” she asked him.

“Yeah,” he said. Casey pushed him back down.

“Stop it!” Casey said. “Please?”

Ivy grabbed Casey’s hand and pulled her into her lap. “Stop being mommy. The only one of us with big enough mommy milkers is Alicia. Mommy says Hale can go out and play.”

“Thank you,” Alicia said to Ivy, though her face was contorted and worried about the series of sentences. Hale rocketed to his feet. Alicia went over with him.

“Let me up,” Casey said, sighing.

“Nope,” Ivy said, shoveling a nacho into Casey’s mouth.

The mechanical bull was well maintained and clean.

“Gettin’ an early start on it?” the bartender said, looking up. He reached under and flipped a switch. The lights lit up on the dais. “You or the girl?”

“Me,” he said. “First.”

“Cool,” the bartender said. “Give me a shout when the girl’s getting on. I’m gonna get rushed with drink orders.”

Hale laughed and gave him a thumb’s up.

He hopped on. Alicia stood at the controls.

“Level 1,” she said, starting it up.

Hale was glad he hadn’t eaten much of the food. Breathing too deeply with the movement of the bull. He felt the stress on his thighs and he smiled, certain, for the first time, that he had been right.

“You ready for level 2?” Alicia asked.

“Make me ready,” he said, teasing.

She laughed. Looking down at the controls, she did some quick mental math. She tossed her hat to Dakota.

“Level 2!”

She turned the knob and the bull twisted and kicked faster, but it was still very manageable. Hale’s body rolled with the movement, his thighs holding him fast and his arms swinging.

“Good job! Ready for level 3?” she asked, smiling.

“Born ready!” he said, squeezing his thighs and feeling better already. He grabbed the edge of the saddle, expecting the jump.

“No, you don’t look ready,” she said, tapping her lip. “Let me help.”

“What?” he asked, turning to see her pulling the buttons free of her top and toss the purple cloth to Dakota. Her big tits bounced in their black lacy bra. It only took a second before the crowd encircled, a second Alicia used to crank up the bull.

Dakota, Casey, and Ivy rushed over to be the forefront of the crowd. The bartender grinned, as he got slammed with drink orders.

Hale held on. The bull was really starting to kick now. His bruises made themselves very aware to him and his left hand flailed wildly for control of his balance.

He could handled level 3. He expected to handle level 4. He was afraid of level 5.

“Look at you,” Alicia said, hands on her hips and heart in her throat. This last day with Hale and the viking ring on her finger had made her more wild than she’d ever been in her life. “Just about ready for four.”

He grinned, getting a good look at her a she pulled the clasp and unwrapped her denim skirt and tossed it towards the other girls. Casey ripped it out of a hand of grabby cowboy.

“They’re not party favors. Just use your eyeballs, not your hands.” Casey said, folding it up.

Alicia posed and wiggled, giving Hale a wink as their eyes met and she twisted the bull to four. He crashed off. He pushed himself up, his eyes moving away from Alicia’s amazing tits for a moment to react to the acceleration and hang on tighter. As he stabilized himself, the crowd cheered and whistled.

“What’s his name?!” Grabby-Cowboy shouted into Casey’s ear.

“Ha~le! Ha~le!” Ivy started chanting. Hale’s name rippled through the crowd. Alicia frowned at that, she was there in some of her sexiest underwear and she, a second later, realized they were cheering Hale to be rewarded by her.

“Number 5?” she shouted.

The crowd roared.

“Gotta hear it from Hale!” she shouted. The crowd waited on baited breath.

“Level 5!” Hale shouted to an explosive burst of excitement. Alicia licked her lips, jiggled her tits, and flicked the hooks apart behind her. She kept everyone waiting, but she wouldn’t throw the bra to Ivy until she knew Hale’s eyes were on her. The bull completed its twist and she tossed her bra away.

Hale threw up the horns and the crowd was wild. Alicia twisted the knob to 5.

Hale was in the fight for his life, but as the crowd chanted his name and level 6, he slowly mastered control of his hips and shoulders. He howled and a pack of wolves howled back. Dakota put four fingers in her mouth and whistled so loud it shocked everyone into a heartbeat of silence.

“Level 6!” The bartender broke the call. “If he makes it 7, half-priced jello shooters!”

The crowd was cheering, especially as Alicia snapped her fingers, getting Hale to twist his head and thumbs up to 6. She turned her hips to the crowd, there were a lot of camera flashes, and her thong slid down from her clearly wet pussy. She left it sitting on the tops of her cowboy boots. She turned, the crowd cheered her giggle, and she cranked the knob to 6.

Hale felt the extra force of the mechanical beast. His thighs were stretched and his knees and his hips were so tight. But he could see the path ahead, he could see the route to ride it out.

Once, twice, and three times the crowd gasped madly as he nearly lost his grip. But he would not let go.

His neck was exhausted, his shoulders aching, but there was nothing to slow him down. With his ass pointed back and his feet secure, his arms strong, and his balance centered. He twisted and pointed to Alicia and turned a thumb up.

What was she going to get off next?

“I wanna see her feet!” one guy shouted, but he was drowned in the other cheers and whistles.

She flashed a thumbs up and twisted the knob to level 7.

She held up her hands, fingers spread. Level 7 was going to be Hale’s upper limits. Trays of polychromatic Jello shooters were set on the bar.

Alicia curled a thumb in.

“10!”

“9!”

Hale redoubled, retripled, redeciled his grip with his knuckles and thighs. His head whipped up and down and he couldn’t see anyone. He could just hear the numbers.

“8!”

Alicia had her lip in her teeth, her eyes were wide, her fingers curling down in time. Her knees clapped together madly.

“7!”

Casey white-knuckled Alicia’s skirt and ground her teeth.

“6!”

Alicia wiggled until she could free her left boot from her panties.

“5!”

Dakota felt a spike of fear, the crowd was too silent. Too many breaths were held now. Hale would be OK, wouldn’t he?

“4!”

Ivy nodded, clapping and stomping as hard and fast as she could. Her voice was the loudest of the counters.

“3!”

Hale’s stomach tightened. His ass had never been so clenched.

“2!”

He slammed left and right, forward and backward, twisting clockwise and counter-clockwise.

“1!”

The numbers were banshee shrieks of madness.

“Hale!” the crowd boomed and Alicia ratcheted down the knob. She kicked her foot, sending her panties flying into the crowd that dived like bridesmaids after a bouquet. Hale shook and staggered as his girls ran up to him. The bartender whistled. The crowd gave way.

“On me,” the bartender said, sliding five jello shots. Hale was being held up by Casey, Ivy, and Alicia.

“No!” Dakota grabbed the shots. “On her!” She slapped down each vodka-jello cube onto Alicia’s bare tits.

The crowd roared and cheered as the girls and Hale dived into Alicia’s tits for their victory shots.

There was one left. Dakota shoved it into Hale’s mouth and forced him to kiss his Texan. The crowd cheered.

The bartender had his biggest tip night of the year.

It was not easy getting out of the bar.

Hale was a collapsed sponge when they got back to the motel. He starfished out on the bed, Dakota and Ivy rubbing his poor tired feet, a mad-with-lust Alicia riding his cock and Casey sitting on his face. Casey leaned forward, gripping Alicia around the waist and burying her face in Alicia’s big tits.

Hale did his best to raise his hips and flap his tongue, but at the moment, he was their toy to play with.

They pulled him down the long dark hole of pleasure, Alicia begging and Casey squealing as they mauled each other and bounced their thighs and asses. Dakota turned to Ivy.

“How is this the best night ever?” Dakota asked Ivy. “I’m not even the one getting fucked.”

“We’re always making love,” Ivy leaned over and kissed Dakota.

Linda walked in and frowned at her husband.

“What?” Terry said, hunched over his laptop as he had been for a week.

“Hale went to a hospital in Amarillo, Texas,” she said.

“Then we’re—”

“He’s not there anymore, he just went to get an x-ray.”

“Right, where is he?”

Linda frowned and glared.

“How is your son?” Terry said, after a furious moment of thinking.

“Good, they were worried about a broken leg but it was just bruised,” Linda said.

“You’ve been talking to him?! Why haven’t—”

“I haven’t talked to Hale in weeks,” she said. “I reached out to Casey when I saw her Instagram pictures of Hale in a hospital gown.”

“Fuck! I’m an idiot!” Terry said.

“I could’ve told you that,” she said. Linda stalked out of the room. She took out her phone. “Hey, Casey. Save your pictures for the end of your trip. I think Terry wants to sit down with Hale, but you guys deserve a good summer trip without interruption. on my love.”

She frowned.

She wanted to asked “And who are those other girls?” but it was clear Casey wasn’t jealous in any of her pictures. Linda was conflicted, she didn’t approve of her son’s womanizing, but she’d give him the summer first.