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   The Dude Ranch Dancehall: by Mars Bonfire (MF, inc, bbw, oral)

   I was in Dallas on business for several weeks.  Most of my time off I
spent reading and smoking weed in my high-end

   hotel room, but I was getting a little bored, and feeling a little
guilty about my oldest sister who lives in Dallas, and

   after two weeks in town I still hadn't called her.  I thought fondly of
my sister, then got a hard on thinking about

   all the times I had spied on her when I was a kid, always trying to
catch a glimpse of some tit, or ass or leg.  Even

   in high school, Joanie had been short, sturdy and voluptuous, with meaty
thighs, stubby strong legs, and D-cups.  When I

   was thirteen I had one of her old bras that I was practically married
to, I had ejaculated into it so many times.  As

   I grew, so did Joanie's tits, so by the time she was married, right out
of college, she was probably wearing a 48F or

   bigger.  As a young adult, I was mesmerized by her tits, and still
masturbated frequently to visions of my plump, busty

   older sister.  At a few family functions and reunions, I had tried to
get her drunk and promote something, but all I had

   ever gotten for my trouble was a sloppy french kiss and covered tit at
our sister Madeline's wedding.



   So I called her up, she was glad to hear from me, our mother had told
her that I was in town, but she didn't get the

   number to the hotel, and she didn't have my cell phone number.  She
seemed enthusiastic about getting together that

   evening.  "I've got to get my drink on", said Joanie.  "I feel you on
that, girl, I need to get stupid tonight.", I

   concurred.  "There's a club on the south side that I've never been to,"
said Joanie.  I won't know anybody there, I

   want you all to myself tonight." I liked the sound of that, I mused. 
Tonight sounded like the perfect night for

   seduction.  Usually all it takes to seduce someone is a look at my long,
fat cock.  After I hung up, I pulled out

   my cock and began to massage it, all ten and one-half inches of it. 
Maybe later tonight I would fuck my sister,

   instead of just fantasizing about it.  I showered and dressed in pressed
khakis, a soft white button-down,

   Bruno Magli loafers, taupe cashmere socks and a navy mohair blazer with
leather buttons.  Several years ago I had

   gone to an expensive perfumery in New Orleans, and had a customized
cologne created.  It cost damn near two hundred

   bucks, but it was worth it, with notes of grapefruit, cinnamon and
teaberry, and it was one of my favorite possessions.

   I used it sparingly on my pulse points, and immediately felt better.  I
grabbed my Breitling chronograph, buckled the

   brown crocodile strap around my wrist, put on my platinum cable bracelet
and Gucci belt.  I lit a cigarette and admired

   myself in the mirror.  This was my ready-for-anything outfit.  Since we
were going to South Dallas, I considered it

   prudent to tuck my 9mm Beretta Centurion in the back of my pants.



   Shortly, I heard the cell phone ring; it was Joanie in the parking lot,
waiting.  I grabbed my keys, locked the door,

   and went downstairs through the lobby and out the front door of the
hotel.  Joanie was waiting in her dark blue

   Mercedes, engine idling.  I opened the door and hopped in.  Damn, she
smelled good.  We embraced in the car seats,

   and I impulsively planted a kiss on her lips.  "Oh, no, none of that,
mister.  I'm your sister, remember?" "I seem

   to recall hearing something about that", I bantered.  "I'll be good", I
lied.  "Let's get fucked-up, babe, and do

   some dancing".  "I need some serious liquor tonight", said Joanie.  "I
had the fucking week from hell".  We pulled

   onto the Central Expressway, headed south.  At some exit just south of
downtown, she pulled off the freeway onto a

   bright, tacky, "Miracle Mile" type boulevard, lined with liquor stores,
dance halls, lounges, no-tell motels, and other

   accoutrements for casual sex.  Joanie pulled into the parking lot of a
large corrugated metal building, which appeared

   to be very crowded.  I sensed something in the air, just a whiff, too
early to tell what it was.  We were bound to be

   very anonymous in a huge place like this, and I wanted to play a little
grab-ass with my huge-titted sister.



   We parked and walked into the Dude Ranch Dancehall.  On the way in, I
quietly observed Joanie.  She was wearing a

   black vee neck cashmere sweater, medium length black leather skirt,
black stockings, stylish black knee length

   boots and understated gold jewelry.  Her blonde hair was medium length
and wavy, she had my mother's startling

   blue eyes, lots of mascara and a touch of red lipstick.  More than a
little heavy, but damn good-looking.  Every man's

   eyes were on her as we walked up to the main bar, the room
super-crowded. "Wait here for a second, Joanie, I'm

   going to find us a place to sit at the bar." I walked toward the rear of
the bar, caught the bartender's eye, and motioned

   him over.  Two minutes and $100 later, Joanie and I were seated at the
best spot at the huge bar, drinks at hand, Stoli

   and soda for me, Maker's Mark on the rocks for my sexy sister.  "How did
you manage this?" asked Joanie, impressed.

   "Hey girl, I am a Holland.  We have our ways."



   The place was really rocking, couples dancing, snuggling in dark
corners, patrons shooting pool and playing

   shuffleboard.  The place was ice-cold with air-conditioning and very
dark.  At one end of the club the band

   was playing.  "Tequila Sunrise" was their dopey name, but those boys
could play, everything from country to

   pop to rock to blues.  In five minutes, we were both into our second
drinks, loosening up, feeling good.  As

   local custom dictated, I left my cigarette case and Dunhill on the bar,
with a few dollars tucked under the ashtray.

   I told the bartender, Ryan, to keep them coming and run a tab.  I gave
him my American Express card, and proceeded

   to hit the liquor, hard.  I looked over at my sister, and noticed that
the air conditioning had caused her thick

   nipples to stiffen.  That sight made my cock hard again, as it had been
off and on all night.



   And so, the band played, we danced a couple of two-steps and jitterbugs,
then they started a slow dance, "Amarillo

   by Morning".  We looked into each other's eyes and I took her hand,
fingers interlaced, and led her to the dance

   floor.  I took her into my arms, her low-hanging breasts brushing my
muscular stomach.  As we danced, Joanie tucked

   her head under my chin and melted into my arms.  I felt my large cock
brush against her plump tummy, and felt

   actual sparks fly between us.  I danced us off onto the fringe of the
dance floor, the lights dimmer there, and

   brushed my lips along her neck as I ground my cock into her middle.  As
I nuzzled her neck and rubbed her tummy

   with my dick, she sighed, put her arms around my neck and turned her
face up to me, red lips shining, and

   touched my lips with hers.  Again, I felt a jolt of electricity as she
clutched me harder to her.  Shortly, the song

   and the moment ended.  She wouldn't let me take her hand on the way back
to our seats.  Ryan had served

   us more drinks while we were gone, and I hoped that they would loosen
her up a little more.



   We sat down to our fresh drinks, while she played with my watch and my
ring.  She couldn't quite meet my eyes,

   I think she was embarassed because she was so turned on by her brother.
She downed her drink in one long swallow,

   and Ryan immediately freshened it.  "Thank you, Ryan," I said and held
out my hand for him to shake.  I palmed

   him a fifty, and winked.  Joanie said, "I have to go to the ladies room,
will you come with me so I don't get

   lost?" I took her extended hand and followed her to the restrooms.  The
restroom was so crowded that there was a

   line to get in.  As we waited, I stood behind my sister, my erect jumbo
cock pressed against her lower back,

   and put my hands on her tummy, fingers laced, her heavy gelid breasts
pressing into my arms.  She sighed and

   hooked her left hand behind her, on the back of my neck.  I decided to
go for it.  In the darkness of the club

   no one could see me pinch her thick nipples through her sweater and
brassiere.  As I rolled the meaty nubs

   between my fingers, she not only didn't try to stop me, but she started
to get into it, meowing and purring

   as I made myself at home.  She rubbed her ass against my thighs and
said, "Stop it.  You're gonna get me all

   horny".  But she smiled as she said it, and briefly grabbed my cock
through my pants.



   I was leaning against the wall by the ladies room, smoking, when Joanie
finally came out.  She looked kind of drunk

   to me, slightly weaving as she walked towards me.  She threw her arms
around my neck and leaned into me, her

   hefty breasts pressing against my chest.  "You got me drunk,
motherfucker.  Now I might just have to suck your dick",

   she slurred.  "Fine by me, bitch.  Just totally suck that shit, see if I
care", I said, flippantly, but I pulled her to me as

   I said it, and kissed her fat, pouty lips.  She hesitated, then
plastered her body to mine and uncoiled her long,

   serpentine tongue.  I meshed my thick, meaty tongue with hers, and felt
a chemical reaction.  My head was swimming

   as we stood by the restrooms in the Dude Ranch Dancehall and made out
for all the world to see.  Her mouth was

   wet and lively, her breath fresh, although a little boozy.  I had
masturbated so many times to a scenario not half as

   intimate as this, and my cock was so hard that I felt the blood drain
from my face.



   We made it back to the bar, and closed our tab.  I signed my Amex
receipt, adding $100 gratuity to the bill of $180, which

   included the tab for the couple who gave up their seats at the bar.  We
collected Joanie's purse, said good night to our

   bar neighbors and Ryan, who was so grateful for my big tips, it was
almost painful.  I had had quite a few drinks myself,

   but if I am horny, no amount of booze makes me drunk, and I was so ready
to fuck my plump blonde big-breasted

   sister that I was downright sober.  We argued briefly in the parking
lot, but she eventually gave me the keys to the Benz.

   I opened the door for her, leaning her body against the car first for
another taste of her oily tongue.  While we kissed,

   I massaged her tit, squeezing and kneading the firm yet yielding flesh.
In a few moments, she broke our kiss and

   removed my hand from her breast.  I helped her into the car, got in the
driver's seat and started it up.  I leaned towards

   my sister and tried to kiss her again, but she moved her face and
wouldn't let me.  "Hey, do I have to remind you that

   you said you would suck my cock?" I said.  She looked at my face,
drunkenly, and tried to focus her eyes.  She looked

   pensive for a second, then said, "Okay, but just a blow job.  I am NOT
going to fuck you.  I'll help you out by sucking

   your cock, since I got you all turned on, but that's it, understand?"
"Of course, baby, whatever you say.  How about a

   kiss to seal the deal?" I asked.  She leaned towards me, closed her eyes
and slightly parted her lush lips.  I touched my

   lips to hers, not a lot of tongue, but very intimate.  I fondled her
large boobs as we kissed.  "Okay, you big-dick

   motherfucker, take me to your hotel and let me suck that giant log",
said my hot forty-five year old sister.  I willingly

   complied, locking the car doors.  There were some suspicious looking
guys in the parking lot, and if I had to shoot

   someone, I would never get my blow job.



   I drove back to my hotel as fast as a drunk guy with a 9mm Beretta
Centurion in his belt should drive.  Joanie was

   groggy, snoozing on and off on the way.  I helped myself to some
feel-cops, massaging her beefy nipples through

   her sweater and bra.  Soon we were back at the hotel, so I gently shook
her awake.  "Come on, baby, come give me

   my blowjob." Joanie started to look more alert, and said "I wanna suck
that fucking cock right now", and started

   trying to unzip my pants.  "Hey, Joanie, let's go into my room and get
comfortable".  I helped her out of the

   car, but she walked to the suite on her own.  She was quickly becoming
more lucid.  I unlocked the door, and

   we both entered.  "Where's the bathroom?", said Joanie, "I want to get
more comfortable." I pointed to the door,

   and she went in.  While she was gone, I took off my shirt, pants, shoes
and socks, put the Beretta in the nightstand,

   and laid on the bed in my boxer shorts.  Soon, Joanie came out of the
bathroom, wearing my flannel bathrobe.  She

   didn't appear to be wearing anything else.  Her hair was tousled, her
make-up fresh, and she had obviously

   used my toothbrush.  She was smoking hot.  Time to make the doughnuts!



   "Okay, babe", she said, "stand up and pull down your shorts".  She sat
on the bed, entranced as I slowly pulled

   down my boxers, exposing my erect red and pink ten and a half inch cock,
throbbing in time to my heartbeat.

   She grabbed my dick and began to jack it, smearing my pre-cum on my
large spongy cock head.  "Man, this is nice",

   she said, and without warning popped the head of my penis into her warm,
wet mouth.  Her fleshy lips caressed

   my plum-sized head, as her stiff tongue laved the sensitive underside of
my cock.  I groaned, as she drew my

   cock further into her mouth, jacking the base and lightly squeezing my
balls.  Joanie seemed to be into it as

   much as I was, as I watched her slip her hand inside her robe, squeezing
her nipple and moaning around a huge

   mouthful of dick.  I placed my hand lightly on the back of her head as
she bobbed up and down on my thick

   cock, getting about six of my ten inches on every dip.  She twisted her
hand up and down on the bottom of my

   penis, her plentiful saliva pooling on my balls.  My cock suddenly felt
very sensitive, so I pushed gently

   on her forehead, removing my rigid pole from her fleshy wet lips.  I
leaned down and pressed my open mouth

   against hers, our tongues tumbling into each other's mouths.  I could
taste my acrid pre-cum on her tongue as

   I dropped my hand down into the opening of the robe, looking for some
nipple.  I sat next to her on the bed

   and pinched her nipple which became thicker and more rubbery every
second.  She was definitely very turned

   on, so I decided to take it to the next level.  I pulled my hand out of
her cleavage and brushed it up the

   soft skin of her inner thighs.  We continued our epic soul kissing, her
tongue heavy and wet.  Before my hand

   was a few inches north of her knees, I could already feel the heat
emanating from her delectable pussy.  "Hey,

   buster", she said, not too sternly, "I said only a blowjob, and now
you're playing with my tits and trying to

   finger-fuck me.  Stand back up and come, so I can get dressed and go
home".  Her words lacked conviction.  As

   my index and middle fingers started to massage her chubby cunt lips,
already so wet, she did nothing to stop

   me, only glued her mouth to mine again, and whimpered.



   As we continued to french, I introduced a third finger into her sopping
wet, clean-shaven pussy.  She broke

   our kiss and moaned loudly.  The top of her robe fell open, and I
finally got my first up close look at her

   magnificent breasts.  I pulled her robe apart, and feasted my eyes on
her huge pink tits.  A mere glimmer

   of stretch marks did not mar the beauty of the full torpedo shaped
wonders.  Her giant nipples, a deep

   shade of pinkish red, were at least an inch long, with the tiniest holes
in the centers, which fed her

   children and nourished her husbands.  My hands were irresistably drawn
to her nipples as I squeezed,

   pinched, kneaded and massaged her stiff nubs.  Joanie covered my hands
with hers and we both mauled those

   big fucking titties as if we were possessed.  The belt of the robe
loosened some more, and her shiny cunt

   was on full display.  Without releasing her tit with one hand, I pulled
the robe completely open, and leaned

   into her face for another deep wet kiss.  My head began to travel
southbound, drawn by the earthy, tangy

   aroma emanating from my sister's soaking wet cunt.  I pulled her further
up on the bed, pulled off the robe,

   and lay between her meaty white thighs, my mouth watering at the sight
of her pink fuckhole and labia.

   Her cunt was as fresh as Carnation milk, flowing freely with her
lubricants, her lips neat and compact, her

   shaved clam glistening in the soft light.



   I nibbled at Joanie's soft inner thighs, mystically drawn to the place
where she kept that intoxicating smell,

   like soap and truffles, dark and sharp.  I spread her cunt lips apart
with my fingers, causing her pink

   vagina to pop open, her little pearl exposed and throbbing.  I drew my
fat, long tongue up her slit, causing

   her to shudder and break out in goose-flesh, her thick nipples hardening
like pencil erasers.  Pleased by

   her reaction, I sank my fleshy tongue into her steamy pussy as far as it
would go, my face flooded by

   her free-flowing fuck fluids.  I bobbed my head up and down, fucking her
savory cunt with my tongue,

   pausing to occasionally flick her bloated clitoris, bright pink and
quivering.  Joanie groaned loudly and

   pushed my head further into her pussy, my tongue on the attack now,
mercilessly working her clit.

   Suddenly, every muscle in her body clenched, her cunt trembled, and she
blasted my face with a deluge

   of fragrant, tasty female fuck-honey.  She relaxed each of her muscles
slowly, one at a time, as I rolled

   over onto my back, gasping for breath, my cock as hard as adamantium,
leaking warm, clear pre-cum

   onto the sheets, which reeked with the smell of Joanie's pussy juice.

   "Max, fuck me, Max, fuck me", she babbled as I knelt between her legs,
my cock so stiff that it stuck

   straight up in the air, wetting my navel with gooey pre-cum.  "I thought
that you said all I get is a

   blow-job", I teased, smacking her soaking wet pussy with my maroon
cockhead.  "I don't care what I

   said, you gotta stick that big motherfucker in my cunt, dude!  I mean
now!", she begged, as she reached

   between her legs trying to grab my dick.  "I don't know", I said, "you
might get mad if I fuck you when

   all you wanted was to blow me." "Please, baby, put it in me, fuck me,
Max, please, baby", pleaded my

   zaftig naked sister.  I pulled her to me, laid one of her chubby legs on
my shoulder, placed my twitching

   dick head in her seeping cunt, rolled it around her opening, then,
slowly but steadily, pushed my fat

   cock into Joanie's slippery hole.  Millimeter by millimeter, my thick
shaft penetrated my big-titted sister's

   pussy, her inner muscles sucking me in, until our pelvises met with a
bump, and my cock bottomed

   out.  This was the ultimate fulfillment of all of my life-long
masturbatory fantasies, finally fucking

   my fat, sexy sister.  The taboo of incest only made me hornier, our sex
forbidden by society's mores.

   As her cunt muscles tugged and slurped at my cock, I pulled it out
slowly, then rapidly rammed it

   home again, our bellies slapping together, Joanie sweating heavily.  I
continued with my steady

   thrusts, as my sister moaned and pushed her hips forward to meet my
pumps.  "Max, I'm coming!

   Make me come, Max!" she screamed, and from out of nowhere she got a
faraway look in her eyes,

   held her breath, and climaxed, hard, her hips bucking, trying to get
more giant cock in her snatch.

   As I continued to push in and out of her cunt, she began to come again
and again, as she moaned

   and whimpered, her plump pussy pulsating along the parameters of my
prodigious penis.  I felt my

   cock head swell, my ears popped and I exploded in her female inferno,
ropy strands of boiling hot

   sperm rocketing out of my dick and into her vibrating cunt.  Her steamy,
sticky female discharge

   coated everything, including the air molecules in the room, making my
mouth water.

   After I caught my breath, I pulled my monster cock out of her abused
fuckhole, my dick shiny with

   Joanie's ladycome.  As my huge cockhead popped out of her soaking wet
clam, she pulled me to her

   for another soul kiss, and climaxed once more, just on the friction of
our separation, as I dragged

   my dickhead across her engorged clitoris.  Again, I felt her feminine
love juice layering a fresh coat on my

   upper thighs.  I rolled over on my back, sweaty and breathing hard as
Joanie twitched and shivered from

   her new orgasm.  She was perspiring profusely, the bed soupy with our
juices.  As she began to relax,

   and her breathing became steady, Joanie looked fulfilled and content,
her body shiny, her eyes sparkling.

   "Aren't you glad that I didn't fuck you?", I teased, as I watched
lukewarm sperm seep from her inflamed

   cunt.  "Oh, Max, I needed that.  Things have not been going well in the
sex department for me.  That

   was the best fucking I ever had.  But you know that we can never do it
again, right?" "It's okay.  I got

   to see your beautiful naked body, lick your delicious pussy, and suck
your amazing tits.  I can make

   a career out of jacking off to tonight.  But if you change your mind", I
said as I handed her my business

   card.  "I'll be in town for about another week.  My cell number is on
the card." With that, I covered us

   both with a light blanket, turned on the ceiling fan, and fell asleep
with my big-titted sister Joanie in

   my arms and in my dreams.



   The End