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Titans of the Ponderosa.
Hoss was so hungry for her, he practically smacked his lips. Mr. Hightower was away for a week and Bessie Sue had the house to herself so being a hot-blooded female, and being wild about Hoss, when he came courting, she invited him to step inside. Hoss had pulled off his hat and stood awkwardly in the parlor, considering the possibilities. But Bessie Sue, smiling, offered Hoss a piece of the maple pie she had made just for him, so he followed her to the kitchen. She had poured Hoss a large glass of cool, sweet milk and after half the pie was down Hoss' gullet, the 'aphrodisiac' worked its magic and Hoss was rarin' to go.
"C'mon upstairs," Bessie Sue said as she leaned down as he sat at the table, nuzzling his neck. "We're all alone."
"You sure, Bessie Sue? I mean I don't want your daddy comin' after me with a shotgun iffen you should, well, you know, come up heavy with child."
"I'm sure Hoss. Trust me—this timing couldn't be more perfect." And then Bessie Sue stood up and opened her blouse a few buttons. Hoss didn't need any more encouragement and leaped up from the chair and pulled Bessie Sue to him. She was quite the beauty, quite the "long tall drink of water" and even Adam had wondered what Bessie Sue might be like in the sack with those long legs of hers wrapped about a man's waist.
Joe had chimed in on their discussion once. "I'd feel like I was with another man. Bessie Sue seems like she'd be wrangling to take control of everything and telling me what to do."
"Boy," Adam had said, "you probably do need instructions on what goes where. Hell, she'd have to grab you and push it in herself." Hoss had guffawed and Joe had just given Adam a sour look.
And now here he was, Hoss thought, going up the stairs to Bessie Sue's room. He'd soon be able to tell his brothers exactly what it was like to bed long-legged, full bosomed, Bessie Sue. He grinned even wider at the prospect.
"C'mon, Hoss," Bessie Sue said, "shuck those clothes." And together, the two of them undressed until they stood like a titanic Adam and Eve, shed of even their fig leaves.
Hoss gave a complimentary whistle. Bessie Sue was beautiful, her skin milky where the sun had never reached it.
"You're one good-lookin' heifer," Hoss said. He reached out and touched her breasts, feeling their weight in his palms as he grasped them.
Bessie Sue smiled, enjoying his touch. "I must say, Hoss, people are always admiring that new seed bull my pa bought but I didn't think that any man could match his attributes until now. C'mere."
She and Hoss wrapped their arms around each other, ran their hands over each other and fenced with their tongues until Hoss, his voice rough with passion, said, "Let's get to the bed." Bessie Sue dipped her head coyly and followed Hoss as he led her by the hand.
Bessie Sue lay down. She had waited for Hoss so long and hoped that after tonight, he would realize that she was the only woman for him, his perfect match. She reached out her arms and Hoss fell into them, kissing her. He wanted her and as they began to roll around on the sheets, each bargaining for position, there was a crack and a "whoomp" and the bed crashed the foot and a half to the ground.
They looked at each other in initial surprise. Then the laughter came. Hoss and Bessie Sue both laughed at the ridiculous situation, neither having considered whether or not the bed could hold their combined weights.
"Well, Hoss," Bessie Sue said, tears running down her face having laughed so much that they flowed from her blue eyes, "Looks like it's gonna have to be the floor and since we're already there…"
Hoss laughed and then kissed Bessie Sue and he knew that this was the woman for him!
~ Finis ~