"I will not," stated Annabelle McGreevey with a stamp of her delicate foot to add weight to her adamant denial.

"Yes you will young lady," asserted her father in a tone that only vaguely revealed how often he'd had this particular conversation.

Annabelle was the light of her father's eye. He'd indulged her every whim from the first moment she'd crawled into his lap and reached to play with the unlit cigar he'd been about to light. Having spoiled her rotten for all her seventeen years, Malcolm McGreevey thought the least she could do was to accept the marriage offer of Lawrence Williams, the son of the prominent mill owner, Josiah Williams. The marriage would create an alliance between two of the most respected families in New Orleans. 

Getting this marriage off the ground was proving to be difficult, because Annabelle had not shown even the slightest interest in the Williams boy. It didn't help that Lawrence was very shy around girls, and had a less than healthy attachment to his old Nannie. He'd been a sickly child and had never been to school, and had no friends his own age. He'd spent almost all his time exclusively in the company of either his tutor or his Nannie for most of his life. He was a relatively handsome boy, but he was sallow of skin with stringy black hair and cold, pale hazel eyes that had a tendency to water when he was exposed to breezes. 

"Now Daddy, you know I love you, but Lawrence Williams for the rest of my life is too great a sacrifice to ask," Annabelle chided, hoping to still win the argument. 

"I'm only asking you to have dinner with him this evening darlin'. You don't have to marry him tomorrow," Malcolm said as he patted her hand.

"Well I should hope not. I'm not ready to marry anyone and leave you all alone Daddy," she said in her best simper, then threw her arms around her father in a big hug calculated to remind him she was his little girl.

"You're a good girl Annie. Lord knows I will miss you when you do marry and leave your poor old father. It's a good thing I'll have until next spring before I have to let you go. Your mother was a spring bride too. I only wish she could have lived to see your wedding day."

Annabelle sprang away from her father, full of fire. 

"I won't be dining with you and the Williams family tonight father. I have a headache. I shall be in my room."

"Alright Annabelle. You have a lie down. But you will be at the table in your best dress, wearing your best smile, when we sit down for dinner at nine o'clock, or that new horse you bought today goes back. D'you hear me?"

Her angry eyes met his resolute gaze and with a swing of her skirts, she was off up the hallway.

'He just doesn't understand. Lawrence Williams. Huh! Nothing to tempt me there at all,' mused Annabelle. She halted briefly to check the clock in the library. It was nearly three o'clock. She clapped her hands together, and congratulated herself on having orchestrated her fight with her father so accurately. She was right on time to spend the afternoon in her room in a 'huff'. Her father would see to it that she was left alone to contemplate the error of defying him and attempting to derail his plans for the family.  

Annabelle McGreevey had very definite ideas about what she wanted in a man, and Lawrence Williams was never going to make it on the scoreboard. She couldn't resist blondes. Blue eyed blondes. She'd met one that very morning at the horse sales that had attracted her straight away. William F. Cody was exactly her idea of a man. A dashing rider for the Pony Express who carried adventure on his heels and faced danger at every turn. He'd politely offered to see her to her carriage after the sale and had been every inch the gentleman. She giggled wickedly when she recalled his expression as she'd dragged him into the dark carriage, then run her hand between his legs to see if he was as promising in that department as she suspected he would be. What she'd felt there bode well for her planned afternoon's enjoyment.

"Miss Annabelle, what's got you all flushed? Did you have another fight with your father?" Essie, her maid, appeared before her, bringing her back to the here and now.

"Not now Essie. I have a terrible headache," Annabelle told her as she pushed past her.

"Would you like me to bring you something?" Essie's face was a study in concern. Annabelle's headaches often proved a trial for the whole household. 

"You're so sweet to me Essie. Don't you worry, I have something in my room," Annabelle said, barely able to keep a straight face. By the time she reached her door, she'd almost climaxed in anticipation. Not wanting to appear too anxious, she placed a palm against the smoothness of the solid oak door, took a deep breath to steady her excitement, then swept herself inside. She purposefully left the door unlocked. The danger of discovery added to the delicious excitement she felt.

"Billy?" She called in an almost peevish tone. If she'd gone to all the trouble of picking a fight with her father, and Billy hadn't been able to sneak in through the garden, she was in for a boring afternoon. She needn't have worried. Cody could always be counted on for his resourcefulness where a girl was concerned. 

"In the flesh," Cody announced as he rolled out from under the immense four poster bed that dominated the room, "and at your disposal." 

She flashed him a smile that would have put the sun to shame, and all but sprinted to the bed. 

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At Malcolm's request, Lawrence arrived early to have a chat about his situation with Annabelle. The young man turned up looking very excited, if somewhat flushed from the carriage ride. Malcolm took him into the conservatory for a good old heart to heart on the why's and where for's of how to court his daughter.

"Tell me honestly Lawrence. I know what Annabelle thinks, so tell me what you think. Do you believe that you're making any progress in winning over my daughter?"

"She let me hold her hand after church last Sunday," Lawrence said in his thin nasally voice.

Across the lawn in Annabelle's room, Cody had both his hands full with Annabelle's large firm breasts. It took two hands to handle each glorious one. He pinched the nipple on one as he lifted it and playfully nipped the sensitive skin underneath, before applying his tongue. She sighed lustfully in response. His tongue began to work it's magic on the creamy mound of quivering flesh. Her pink nipple cried out to be pinched again, waiting to be teased into life. Cody was in breast heaven. He buried his face in them, squeezed and kneaded them, sucked them, licked and tongued the nipple until it was a hard pebble against his cheek. Jimmy was always telling him he had a big mouth, but even Cody couldn't fit all of Annabelle's breast in, although he did give it a damn good try. The feel of her hardened nipple against the roof of his mouth drove him to attempt further feats.

Malcolm slapped his thigh in frustration. "Well now, that does sound like progress, but to tell the truth I'd like to see things moving a little quicker. Have you kissed her yet?"

Lawrence looked truly aghast. "Mr. McGreevey! I was raised to be a gentleman. I would never kiss your daughter until our engagement is announced. Well, if my Nannie heard of me taking such liberties, she'd give me such a tongue-lashing." 

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A right tongue-lashing was exactly what Annabelle had on her mind. Her legs were spread wide with Cody's face buried between them. One hand played through his long blonde hair while the other continued to knead one of her breasts.

"Right there Billy. Oh yes, lick me good and -," Annabelle broke off her pleading to gasp with pleasure as Cody spread her folds and sent a seeking tongue to excite her inner flesh. He smiled briefly with joy against her moist golden curls, then her hand in his hair pushed him firmly back to work. She thrashed about on the bed, flushed, excited and very appreciative of all efforts on her behalf.

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"She just doesn't seem to like anything I try to do for her Mr. McGreevey," Lawrence whined.

"My daughter's a sensitive girl Lawrence. You're problem is you rub her the wrong way. You get her back up and all bent out of shape. You won't gain any ground that way."

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Evidently Annabelle had no such issue with the way Cody was rubbing her now. He worked his hands between her legs with gusto. He had two fingers inside her, stroking her walls with feather-light touches that made her squirm, that in turn made her breasts jiggle against his cheeks and that was making him hotter than hell. His other hand was busy squeezing and kneading her folds. Her breath came in small squeals as he worked away at her. 

"Oh Billy! There, just there, oh, oh , oh . . .  mmm, that's perfect!" 

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"I know sir, but I can't help it. Miss Annabelle is just so beautiful. Every time I look at her I just, well I just . . . ," Lawrence left off and looked wistfully out the window towards Annabelle's room. He blushed and hoped her father didn't realise where his eyes had traveled.

"She's got all you all tied up in knots hasn't she son?"

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"Is that too tight Billy? I don't want to hurt you," Annabelle asked with feigned concern. 

Cody looked down at where she'd tied the drapes hanging from the end posts of the bed around his ankles. "That feels just fine Miss Annabelle," he assured her with a cheeky grin.

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"You can't let her do that to you Lawrence. If you show her any weakness, she'll just walk all over you. Don't let her be in control, she'll show you no mercy. You need more backbone Lawrence. Stand up to her."

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"My, my Billy. This really is something" Annabelle squealed in delight at the hard shaft she held tightly in her small and busy hands. Her fingers firmly traveled his length, stroking him to see just how hard and erect she could get him.

Cody would have told her how glad he was that she found him so impressive, but as she was sitting on his face he was otherwise occupied. His ankles were still tied up, but she had left his hands free and he was using these to explore her round, flawless butt.  

"Miss Annabelle? How are you feeling? I was thinking maybe you got your headache 'cos you didn't have no lunch. Would you like me to fetch you something? It might help get rid of that nasty old headache," Essie called tentatively from the other side of the door. 
                                                          
Annabelle felt a thrill of danger shoot through her. If Essie decided to come in, there was no way she could prevent her. The idea of Essie catching her with a naked man tied to her bed with her hands wrapped around his cock, was almost too exciting for Annabelle. She couldn't resist teasing Fate.

"No thank you Essie. I'm just about to have something I snuck in earlier," she called, then with a big smirk, she fastened her dainty mouth around Cody's penis and began to suck him for all he was worth.

"I hope you didn't sneak yourself in none of that soft bread pudding that cook makes. You know it's no good for you. Makes you cranky, and your daddy 'spects you to be on your best behavior tonight," Essie reminded her.

"I promise you Essie. There's no pudding in here, soft or otherwise, and I've already informed Daddy that I will not be available for dinner," Annabelle left off her sucking for a moment to reply.

Cody burst out laughing and had to muffle his laughter against her golden-haired mound. It tickled her sense of humour and she had to fight hard to keep her voice steady. She grabbed his balls and squeezed them a little harder than she should to teach him a lesson, then returned to slurp the head of his cock noisily.

"I don't know Miss Annabelle. Seems to me you bite off more than you can chew with the way you is always defying your father."

Annabelle would have replied, but a lady didn't speak with her mouth full. 

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"I want you to come riding with us tomorrow Lawrence. It'd do you good to get outdoors and get some fresh air into those lungs of yours."

Lawrence blanched visibly.

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Having sucked Cody to within an inch of his life, Annabelle turned around and settled herself across his hips, then she took the head of his penis inside her. 

"Daddy will want me to go riding with Lawrence tomorrow," she said nonchalantly, then slammed her body down the full length of Cody's erection. His smile just grew as she grabbed the two bedposts near his head and used them to lift herself up again.

"He can hardly ride and I'll have to ride boring old Rock-a-bye just so he can keep up with me," she told Cody with a frown.

"Lucky old Rock-A-bye," Cody said. Her frown lifted and she slammed herself down again, her eyes rounding in appreciation at the sensation of him filling her. "I prefer something with spirit," she informed him, then began to ride Cody with all the considerable energy she could muster. 

Cody lifted his head to watch himself being ridden by an expert, but found his attention diverted by her large breasts bouncing about in front of him. He sat up so that they bounced in his face and played a game with himself as he tried to catch a nipple in his mouth without using his hands. Cody liked tricks. 

"It isn't ladylike for you to go tearing about the countryside like you do," she said in a reasonable impression of her father's voice. She continued to pump him, her inner muscles contracting about him to keep him hard. She was nearly ready to come, and pictured herself riding a magnificent stallion across the prairies, facing danger to deliver the mail, just as Cody did. She was so engrossed in her little fantasy that Cody managed to catch her off-guard. He caught her about the waist and held her off of him, then reached down and untied his ankles. She was about to protest when he threw backwards.

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Malcolm sighed as he watched Lawrence fall in on himself at the idea of riding with Annabelle. The elder McGreevey was almost at his wit's end. He really wanted this alliance. No-one would be able to stand against them. Malcolm's mouth watered every time he thought about it! With the combined economic power that the two families wielded, they could squeeze out the soft end of town.

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"Hold 'em tight Miss Annabelle. Real tight. Damn, that feels good!" Cody exclaimed as he ran his cock in and out of the tight warm valley she made between her breasts by pushing them together. Cody was fast approaching bliss. It was euphoric to feel his sensitive penis sliding against her satiny breasts. Annabelle could see he was really enjoying it, and she helped him along by taking his slick head in her mouth at the pinnacle of its thrust, but she was aching to come and patience was not something she was good with.   

"I want to come Cody. I want it now," she demanded. 

"All right Miss Annabelle. Never let it be said that William F. Cody let a lady down," he leered at her. "Unless she asked for it."

*****

"I really want this Lawrence. My daughter is a well bred and refined young lady, and I expect you to treat her with respect, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't look the other way if you press your suit for her, a little more forcefully."

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Cody cuffed Annabelle by the ankles and held her legs wide apart. She was so lush and open  that he almost lost control of himself, but the look of expectation she wore held him steady.  He took a deep breath and plunged into her with all the force his hips could produce. She gave a cry and pulled her ankles out of his hands. He thought he'd done something wrong, but Annabelle had a preferred position. One that she felt gave her the maximum pleasure. She rested the back of her knees against the crook of each of his arms and told him to force her open further as he hammered himself into her. 

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"I could never treat Miss Annabelle roughly. She's so lovely. Like a china flower. I'm afraid I might hurt her just by breathing on her," Lawrence said dreamily.

"Mark my words Lawrence, she won't break. Her mother was like that. Looked like a slender lily, but she was made of steel. Annabelle's from the same mould. She's strong and stubborn. She likes to have her way. Your job is to keep her under control. And you can Lawrence, you can. All you have to do is find out what she wants, what she really wants and give it to her. Always works for me."

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"Oh Billy, Billy! Oh that's it, that's IT. Oh now, now, NOW!" 

The blood was pounding in Cody's ears nearly as hard as he was pounding Annabelle. His balls were on fire and his cock throbbed with the urgency that announced it was ready to blow. She came just before him, lathing his rock hard shaft in sheets of her juice. She came so hard that her eyes rolled back. Her body pitched and bucked beneath his. Cody waited until the very last second, then pulled out of her. He exploded across her magnificent breasts, but she was too far gone in ecstasy to notice at first.  Cody whooped and hollered with the force of his eruptions. The waves of burning bliss swept through his balls and all over Annabelle's perfect skin.  

Temporarily spent, he collapsed on the bed with only enough strength left to reach out to massage the fruits of his labour into those incredible breasts that he simply couldn't get enough of. His eyes were already sizing up her butt and wondering if she had a virgin ass. From what he'd seen, he didn't think so.

"What are you thinking Billy?" Annabelle's orgasm had begun to fade, and she was already interested in what he might suggest next.

"I was just wondering if you want me to show you some of my trick riding?" Cody said with his trade mark smirk.

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The Williams family arrived just before dinner, and when their carriage pulled into the yard, Annabelle was on her father's arm ready to greet them. She tugged on Lawrence's sleeve and pointed to the man that had hopped off the back of the carriage to hold the horses. 

"Who's that?" She enquired of Lawrence.

"New groom. Father hired him, yesterday."

The man in question gave Annabelle a bold smile and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde locks.

'Well now Lawrence. Perhaps you do have something to offer me after all!'.