Somewhere in the Black Hills of South Dakota lived a woman by the name of Magill but everyone knew her as Nancy. So let's call her Nancy from the Badlands of South Dakota.
She lived in a very small rural town where everyone knew each other. Whatever you did in town was broadcast like breaking news on national TV. Everyone was okay with that because it was one of the town's sources of entertainment. The other was sex.
Nancy's husband was Virgil who went to North Dakota to work on the pipeline. There are very few jobs in their town of cowboy hats, horses, guns, and sex. So Nancy was alone except for her dog, Baker, and two sons.
In high school, she was the prettiest girl with the biggest tits in her class of only thirty-eight kids. Her body developed early as did her sexual urges. The school had no team sports except for one. The boys were competitive in the sport of hunting virgins. They wanted to be the first to stalk their prey and make the kill. They had certain rules. The age of consent was sixteen, so a girl had to be "legal" and willing. It was not allowed to take a girl against her wishes. The thing was, that never seemed to be a problem.
Virgil was Nancy's first. He was two years older than Nancy when Virgil took her into the hay barn and introduced her to fornication, in other words, he fucked her.
Virgil had quite a reputation among the girls at school. It wasn't his looks, personality or his cock. Rumors circulated among the girls about his low hangers, two walnut size balls stretching half way to his knees. All the girls talked about it.
Nancy was sixteen, impetuous, curious and wanted to see them for herself. It was no rumor. They looked to be holding enough seed to populate the entire state of South Dakota. He did his best in hopes of accomplishing that goal.
Virgins never get it right the first time. That was true with Nancy. It was an awkward messy roll in the hay with Vigil. She soon found there was more to him than just his hangers. He was a squirter, a never ending squirter. When he pulled out, Virgil shot stream after stream of his spunk over her face and tits. She was dripping with cum. Nancy didn't get the chance to enjoy the pleasures a girl deserves while being fucked. She wondered if it was always like that. It wasn't. Sometimes guys didn't pull out.
As she was passed around from boy to boy, her reputation and pleasure increased. She had her favorites, of course. Dylan was one of them. He was also loved by Nancy's girlfriends and some of their mothers as well. Dylan was known for his six inches. The six inches was when his dick was as soft as a marshmallow. But when he was hard, he was really hard adding three more inches. Erect, Dylan's cock stuck straight out like a knight's lance in a jousting match. The girls rarely saw it any other way.
The first time wasn't romantic with Dylan. He bent her over the tractor and rammed all nine inches into her. She fucked him before school, after school, and once during a washroom break at school. She loved it and Nancy was sure she would marry Dylan.
That was before she became pregnant in her junior year with Virgil's child. At least she was pretty sure it was his. He had squirted into her pussy once too often. She never finished high school. Theirs was a shotgun marriage like most of the marriages in town. She didn't love him but she asked herself, Hey, what does love have to do with it?
She had a son and two years later gave birth to a second son.
When Virgil left for North Dakota to work on the pipeline, she was twenty-seven years old and had gained five pounds since high school, mostly in the chest area. Nancy hated wearing bras because of her size so when she walked, her tits swayed like pine trees in a summer breeze. Everyone noticed, especially the married men.
She was impulsive and knew what she wanted. And what she wanted, and what she needed was a bedtime partner while Virgil was away. Nancy wasn't afraid to go after it, and she did it with enthusiasm. One of her targets was Dylan.
Dylan still lived in town and had knocked up Mary Lou shortly after graduation. They have a ranch adjacent to hers. When Nancy's sexual urges got the best of her, which was as frequent as weeds growing in the rose garden, she called Mary Lou to ask that Dylan stop over to fix a tractor or shoe a horse.
Dylan was always greeted by Nancy wearing a long white robe no matter what time of day. It was their private arrangement to say she was wet and horny. Dylan understood he was there to fix her physical predicament. It was Nancy's itch that needed his special kind of care.
Nancy would lay on the bed seductively opening her robe revealing her luscious breasts and shaved pussy enticing Dylan as he stood before her with his jeans down to his knees. She opened her legs and played with herself for a few moments while he stroked himself hard. He didn't take off his hat or shoes. There was no time for foreplay. It was a quickie so that Mary Lou wouldn't become suspicious if he stayed too long.
He mounted her and drove his long hard staff directly into the place with an itch. They fucked for a half hour, long enough for her to experience several strong orgasms and until powerful surges of cum gushed into her cunt. It wasn't about love.They never kissed. They never hugged. It was always about lust and raw sex.
Nancy was always satisfied with the job he had done, although it was only a temporarily fix. It's just that there would be times when other things needed repair.
There was one other lover that entertained Nancy while Virgil was away. It was an odd relationship because he was a little kinky and preferred sex with a woman during her period. He was a one of a kind and Nancy loved it. It was the time of the month when her itch was strong, needing a man's attention. The man, Stanley, lived in the next county so he stayed for a couple of days. Nancy told the boys he was a hired ranch hand. So Stan did a few chores during the daytime, then the main one at night. Of course, it was a monthly arrangement that worked well especially in the winter when she felt lonely and needed overnight company.
When her lovers weren't available, Nancy would drive over to the next town for a drink at the Hills Saloon and Inn. Most of the men were strangers but Nancy made friends easily. She usually dressed wearing a blouse with her boobs bulging and ready to pop out.
The first time she was there, Nancy had been drinking for several hours when one of the men she had met at the bar took her to his room. Nancy didn't catch his name but, was turned on by being with a complete stranger. She had done it once before. It excited her. She could feel her wetness increase as they climbed the stairs to the room.
Showing off her tits was like opening the curtains for a one-act play. She was naked from the waist up when he pushed her to her knees and unzipped his jeans. The stranger pulled out a plump but not overly large cock and pulled Nancy's head toward him. He was much bigger than she had first thought once she had him in her mouth and sucked him hard.
Nancy was no stranger to cock sucking. She had been practicing her craft for over ten years and had learned to deep throat by the time she was pregnant with Virgil's baby.
They rolled on the bed together with his pants lying on the floor and her skirt pulled up to her waist. Spreading her legs conveniently opened her pussy lips leaving her cunt wide open. He wasted no time with his mouth on her pussy and clit. The man was great at eating pussy. He was so good she didn't need his cock, but then she wasn't going to turn it away either. After a while, the stranger had her hyperventilating with his head buried between her legs.
Her moans were moans of desire. Her shouts were shouts of pleasure. Nancy couldn't remember when she had been so wet and so ready to be fucked before. Maybe it was her fertile time, but she knew she had to have that man's cock inside her sooner rather than later. With super girl strength, she dragged the man on top of her.
My God, how good it felt to have a man filling her vagina again. She hadn't seen Dylan for almost two weeks and Stan wasn't coming for a week. To be fulfilled, she needed the stranger inside her forever. He didn't last forever. He spilled his first load into Nancy's cunt before she had cum herself.
They spent the next hour drinking beer and telling lies about each other. Finally, he asked for a blowjob which she eagerly provided. It took a lot of cock sucking to bring the man to another climax, but finally, his thick cum spilled out like foam overflowing a beer glass. She licked his cock clean.
He thanked her and suggested she leave by the back door because his wife was downstairs tending the bar. He was the owner. When she opened her purse at home, it held a gift of two crisp one hundred dollar bills. She would have done it for free.
Tragedy struck a couple of months after Virgil returned to the ranch. He caught Nancy in bed with a man. Quickly pulling up his pants and running for his life, Dylan tried to escape but Virgil was too fast, picking up a gun and shooting Dylan dead in his tracks.
Mary Lou was inconsolable at his funeral. It was attended by every female forty and under and perhaps a few over forty as well. Nancy wept in sympathy, but it was mostly for show. Virgil was found guilty although the shooting was clearly a result of adultery.
The jury sided with the fact that Virgil had been away too long and had not satisfied his wife according to their marital vows. Mary Lou claimed Dylan was the perfect husband, and that he had never been unfaithful before. She said he didn't deserve to die at the hands of a jealous husband. She wept and wept on the stand.
Virgil was strung up with his boots on and his hat slung over his back. Nancy was now a widow seeking to use it to her advantage.
With Virgil and Dylan gone, no money coming in from the pipeline, and raising horses not paying the mortgage, Nancy had no other option except to leave the ranch to her boys and move to Vegas.