I took a long pull from the mug, thinking about what had happened. Yeah, I was really attracted to Madison, but I didn't need this kind of grief. Hell... the reality was that I hardly knew her. I was highly pissed at her dad and the jerk-off that was probably engaged to her by this time. I had another beer then went back out to the truck. I sat there, not really thinking, then took off driving back to the ranchette.I parked a ways off from the entrance; I was sure they would be watching for me. I. “Don't be sad Shelly” I said, as she passed me my drink. She held my hand against her cheek and gently kissed it. I held her face as she leaned down, stroking her cheek and sensing her vulnerability. I wished I could take the tears away. She asked “Can I get in with you” surpriseing me but I wanted to comfort her and answered “Yes of course sis”. She pinned her long hair up and slipped the robe from her shoulders and I couldn’t help but notice her lithe body, firm breasts even with an arm. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers. She moved her hips my thrusts. “I’m going to cum,” she panted. “I’m going to cum for you.”I felt her pussy contract on my hard cock. She dug her nails in. She cried out and came for a second time.I sped up. I felt like an animal. I needed to cum. She could sense it.“Nobody has ever fucked me without a condom,” she whispered. “Be the first. Cream in me. Cream in your pussy.”I lost control. I fucked her with everything I had. My cock spasmed. I unloaded. We made out for a couple minutes and I creamed my jeans. It was a slimy mess and I could smell my cum and I was sure she could too so I stopped and told her I'd done it in my pants. She asked, "Did what?" and I had to laugh, I knew what that sounded like! I couldn't think of a polite way to say it so I said, "My stuff came out." She thought it over and asked, "From your hot dog?" Where we grew up a softie was a weiner or a weenie and a hard-on was a hot dog, so she was asking if I had a boner..