Paul Longfellow

Can_t stop the sex

"We'll be making camp in about an hour or so."

"Oh? So early in the day?"

Gloria Cramer leaned forward on the driver's seat of the big wagon to catch her husband's words more clearly. He had clattered up beside her with the news, having just returned from a conference with Ben Magee, the leader of the four-wagon freight train.

"We'll be at the crossing tomorrow," Henry Cramer explained. "They don't want to camp too close to it tonight, just in case there are Indians about. Magee says there's a small creek up ahead where we can stop."

"That will be nice," Gloria said, looking about to make sure that no one else was within earshot. Seeing no rider or wagon closer than a hundred yards, she felt freer to speak openly. "Perhaps you'll accompany me upstream -I'd like to bathe in something besides a bucket for once!"

Her husband's eyes flashed darkly and a knowing smile creased his face. Gloria answered with a knowing look of her own. That was all they needed; although they had been married less than four weeks they already knew each other well enough to be able to form an accurate mental picture of how their sojourn up the creek, if it happened, would end. Henry lifted his big, sun-browned hand in an' affectionate salute and galloped away, off to take up his post on the right wing of the small caravan. Gloria slapped the reins across the rumps of the mules pulling their wagon and settled back for the last hour's drive.

"Yes, my darling husband, it will indeed be nice to be alone with you for even an hour," she said to herself as she watched him ride away. "Ahh. this blasted wagon train-what a place to spend a honeymoon! Thank God we had those few days alone before setting out on this trip! Yes, Henry, I'll take you up that creek with me and when we're out of sight of those others, then we'll see!"

She stirred uncomfortably on the wagon seat as her pussy began to come alive with feeling. The mere thought of being alone with her husband had a strange and compelling power, as she well knew, and she blushed slightly to find herself thinking exactly how they could spend their time together. Gloria had been a virgin when she had made her vows to Henry back in San Antonio, but she had gladly surrendered her hymeneal membrane, along with her freedom, to him on that memorable night when he had taught her things the existence of which she had never even suspected.

And ever since that night, whether during the week that they had had for a honeymoon or in stolen, furtive moments snatched from the cares of driving a wagon train west to Tombstone, in the Arizona Territory, he had continued to further her education in the sensual arts. The result of this relentless pursuit of knowledge, as it might be called, was that Gloria now had a fierce and definitely physical hunger for the length of muscle growing from the base of her husband's belly. She also had a heightened appreciation for the overwhelming power of the hair-fringed slit running between her own long, firm thighs, an appreciation which was a direct result of Henry's teaching.

Yes, my pussy, she thought, though even now she blushed even when saying the fascinating word to herself. Mmm, to get my pussy around that cock of yours, my darling Henry, and then to fuck until we're both delirious with happiness! Until your big balls are shooting that precious fluid so deep into my cunt I'll never be able to get it all out!

They had left San Antonio on May 28, 1872, bound for the Arizona Territory and Tombstone, where Henry's brother, Jed, was building up a freighting business. She calculated for a moment and realized that today was June 13; in eight days they would have been married exactly one month. For a time they had talked about going it alone with the wagonload of supplies Jed had ordered, but after hearing stories of the occasional band of marauding Indians they had seized the opportunity to throw their wagon in with a small train headed up by the more experienced Ben Magee.

"It won't be much of a treat for you," Henry had said when they were discussing the possibility of joining Magee's group, "but at least it'll be a lot safer. Which would you rather have? Privacy or safety?"

"Naturally I'd prefer both," she had said, giving him a look that had suggested a great deal, "but since I've grown so fond of you in the last few days I'll choose safety. But only because I want to enjoy so many more days -and nights!-with you, you understand!"

Thus she found herself alone with five other men on the barren, desolate Texas prairies less than a dozen miles from the Pecos River. For eleven days they had not seen another human being; for the past four they had had to camp beside foul-smelling creeks or waterholes barely deserving the name. The chance of seeing running water, water that might be able to be drunk without retching, had a strong appeal to her.

Even more appealing, however, was the prospect of being alone with her husband, alone and assured of enough privacy that she could give vent to her urge to cry out aloud when he pierced her with that incomparable spear rising out of his loins. At first she had been shocked and ashamed of herself for the scandalous way she had groaned and shrieked when he had thrust the bolt home, bringing shudders of joy to her big-boned body, but he had taught her to express herself freely and without any restraint whatever. This lesson, which she had found so contrary to all the rules of decorum and behavior she had learned from her mother and aunts, had now backfired: when he came to her in the night, under the wagon, she had not dared to utter even a groan, due to the four other men lying in their blankets only a few feet away.

"If it weren't so blessed good," she had said shortly after they had first made love under the wagon, "I wouldn't even bother with it! Oh, Henry, to feel you going into me and not being able to urge you on the way you've taught me to do, that's sheer torture! And as for not being able to hold up a lamp and look at that lovely cock of yours as I bring it to life, well!"

The truth was simple: though Gloria had been reared in the atmosphere of stifling propriety which characterized the mid-nineteenth century middle class in America, she had also been blessed with a highly responsive body and an open, inquiring mind. She had taken her wedding vows seriously and in fact had. willingly endowed Henry with all her worldly possessions, including her superbly fashioned body. A brunette and exceptionally tall, she carried herself with a proud, erect bearing which added even more to her overwhelming physical presence. She had naturally been reluctant to display her body to him after the ceremony but had given in to his repeated requests. Upon finding that the sight of her naked flesh had a dramatic effect on him, one which she greatly enjoyed creating, she lost most of her maidenly reserve and now openly searched for ways in which she might flaunt her abundant physical charms before him.

"Yes, we'll find ourselves a secluded spot and then I'll undress for you," she said to herself as the mules mechanically plodded ahead. "Yes, I'll take everything off! The sun will still be up and you'll be able to see all of me, my darling Henry; you'll be able to undress and I'll see all of you! Ahh, to have that cock of yours in my hand! To rub it over my thighs and belly, or over my nipples! To feel your eyes on my pussy, probing deep and looking into every part of me! Yes, Henry, we must definitely take this opportunity!"

Gloria occupied herself with these and similar thoughts for the rest of the day's drive. The result was that when they came to the small creek and Magee had signalled for them to pull the four wagons into the rough square they formed when making camp, she was thoroughly excited and could hardly bear to help unharness the mules.

"There's a nice little pool about a half-mile up the creek, ma'am," Magee told her after the mules and other animals had been staked out for the night, "hi case you was thinkin' about takin' you a bath or somethin' like that, I mean."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Magee, I would certainly appreciate that," Gloria replied. "I'm afraid that travel and good looks don't fit too well together."

"Ma'am, ye'll alhis be the queen of this here wagon train or any other I ever seen," Magee assured her. "Now, about that pool-you just head upstream till you find it. I ain't seen no sign of Indians so it ought to be safe enough and anyway, I'm gonna hunt off to the north and your mister, he'll be he's gotn' to be huntin' off to the northeast, so there'll be enough protection, don't you worry your head none about that!"

"I won't worry," she promised. "But do you think there is really a danger of Indians;* I had understood the army had them under control, or very nearly so."

"Yep, almost. It's that 'nearly,' though-every once in a while a band of them devils'11 slip through and go on a rampage. It ain't likely, not at this time of the year, but then again it don't pay to go bein' careless."

"I'll be sure and not go too far," Gloria assured the grizzled old frontiersman. "And I mustn't be gone too long either-now.that we have some extra time I might try my hand at cooking up something special for us tonight!"

"That'd sure be fine, ma'am. I tell you, a body sure gets tired of jerked beef and cold bread day in 'n day out."

Gloria rummaged through one of her trunks and. brought out a towel and a fresh dress, along with a change of underclothes. Gathering these up, together with a bar of soap, she looked around for her husband. Henry was coming toward her, having completed staking out the team.

"Mr. Magee says that you have a little hunting trip planned," she said, smiling coquettishly. "I'm going up the creek to that little pool he mentioned and have myself a bath."

"I'll look in on you," Henry promised. "This is one time I'll have better luck at hunting than that old rascal does!"

Gloria smiled again and set off up the creek. Henry took a different route, angling back nearly along the path they had followed with the wagons, and disappeared into the brush. She felt her skin crinkle and tingle with anticipation as she walked along; the thought of having him in a -situation where they could throw caution and restraint aside had already created a fierce hunger within her loins. She felt the tops of her thighs rubbing against the inflamed lips of her pussy as she walked, adding to her excitement and constantly reminding her of the eagerness with which she looked forward to having him.

The pool was exactly where Magee had said it would be. A huge jumble of rocks against the far bank marked the site of a small spring which gurgled happily, adding its supply of water to the creek. A few clumps of bushes, absurdly-green in the otherwise tan and grey landscape, gave the setting a vaguely idyllic tone. Gloria looked around, found a level, open spot which would be suitable for a dressing room, and carefully placed her fresh clothing and towel on_a nearby bush. She began undressing and soon had stripped down to the skin. The sun was not so low that it could not fill the area with heat and light; she turned to it and opened herself to the sun. Its warmth made her skin even more alive with feeling.

She stepped into the pool, carrying the bar of soap, and began working up a lather. The accumulated grime and sweat of travel dissolved and slid away, leaving her ivory-hued flesh in its naturally clean condition. She made sure that she lathered the dark, bushy Vee between her thighs especially well and that the soap's creamy foam was worked into the painfully tender slit between her thighs. She gasped with pleasure as her fingers worked over the puffy, swollen lips; the overheated condition of her pussy made it respond even to this chaste gesture.

"Mmm, so hot and moist inside!" she thought, allowing her fingers to probe into the taut, muscle-rimmed opening. "Ahh, Henry will love getting his cock into that! And I will love it too-the spreading, full sensation, the excitement of having my legs around him, the joy of feeling his cock fill my cunt with love!"

She looked around, hearing a noise in the bushes behind, then smiled when she saw her husband coming toward her. He paused beside her clothing, still holding his shotgun, and looked at her with open hunger. She rose to her feet, turning toward him, and proudly faced him.

"Your eyes, they're making me want you even more!" she murmured, coming toward him as he began undressing. "Ahh, Henry, this will be beautiful, I know it will!"

"You'll never know how I've been looking forward to this," he muttered as his fingers flew up and down his buttons. "The waiting was awful but I'd almost say that it was worthwhile! You look lovelier than ever!"

"And to think that I once thought it was bad to let a man see me this way/" she marvelled. "Not that I'd let any other man see me, of course, but just think what Mother would say if she knew how I loved to parade myself before you!"

"Your mother is a fine woman," Henry said, "but she knows nothing of things like this. And what she doesn't know won't hurt her a bit."

"Mmm, so hard, so big!" she whispered, going to him and taking his cock in her hand when he was completely undressed. "I wonder if all wives take th/ir husbands like this? Do they all love to have this incredible tool in their hands? Do all husbands love to be fondled and petted the way you do?"

"I don't know about anyone else, my dear, but I certainly love it," Henry said. "Yes, touch it to your thighs -up there too, that's wonderful!"

Gloria had moved closer to him and was now brushing the tip of the tool against the inner parts of her thighs. Sighing with delight, she spread her feet wider apart and then pressed the thick, bulbous cock between them. She was almost as tall as her husband and his prick jutted straight out and into the pocket between her thighs and pussy. She pressed closer to him and rubbed herself back and forth against the hot, hard instrument as he lifted his hands to her breasts.

"Mmm, rub them harder!" she purred, throwing her arms around his neck and twisting her shoulders to press the large, well-shaped globes into his palms. "Yes, like that-it makes me want you all the harder!"

"How do you want me?" he asked, smiling with pleasure as she rubbed against him. "What do you want me to do? Tell me, Gloria; I love hearing you say it!"

"Ohh, I want you in my cunt!" she muttered hoarsely. "I want you on me and in me, fucking me, making me come; I want you to come too! I want to feel your cock and balls shooting come into my cunt!"

"Let's do it!" he urged, tweaking her nipples in a way that made her shudder with sensual agony. "Here, spread your dress; I'll fuck you on it!"

She spread her discarded dress on the sandy clearing and fell back on it, bringing her knees up and spreading them wide. He knelt between her thighs and examined her pussy for a moment as she manipulated the lips in the way he had taught her. A full-lipped slit, dark and glistening with passionate arousal, it beckoned him inward like a magnet attracting steel. He extended himself over her body and held his weight on his hands and knees as she reached down to take his cock in her hand.

"This is the part I like best," she whispered, arching her neck to give herself a clear view of the swollen tool. "Yes, I like to watch it in my fingers while I'm preparing it for love!"

She grasped the rod between her thumb and forefirtger and slowly forced the foreskin back so as to expose the lavender-colored head completely. It slid into view as her fingers pressed the covering skin further back.

"There, that looks ever so much more exciting," she purred. "Really, Henry, you must teach me to do it to you the way you did it to yourself when you were a boy! What did you call that/"

"Jacking off," he said, enjoying the feel of her hand on his prick. "I'll teach you but it will be difficult; when I get in a state like this I want to have your cunt around me, not your hand!"

"And I want it in my cunt, not my hand," she replied. "But I rather fancy the idea of fucking you with my hand sometime. Promise me you'll teach me how to do it.'"

"Of course I will," he said. "Ugghh! Your pussy's like fire!"

"Indeed it is," she agreed, rubbing the naked head of his prick against the lips of her pussy and mashing them flat with the tool. "I've been thinking all day about how I could get you by yourself. Sitting there on the driver's seat, it gives me a lot of time to daydream about how we could be doing all these marvellous things."

"Put it in!" he hissed. "Put it in your cunt and fuck me! I won't be able to hold it long; I'll come as soon as I feel you going around me!"

"And I-too," she muttered. "Very well; I can't put it off any longer either. Ooohh, Henry, I love you so!"

With that she shoved his prick down until it was firmly seated in the taut, tingling mouth of her cunt. He shoved inward when he felt the rim of her cunt close around she head of his cock; she tightened the grip of her thighs and lifted her hips off the ground to meet his thrust with a quick, energetic wriggle of her loins.

"Ahhh! Ooohh!" she groaned as his prick sliced into her cunt. "Owww! Unngghh! Henry, do it now! Come, darling, come! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Deeper! Mmm, it's making me come! Oohh, shoot, Henry, shoot now! Aiiee!"

Her loins circled him completely, weaving ecstatic patterns against his body as she rubbed herself against his prick. She had already discovered that strenuous participation heightened her enjoyment and also ensured that his response would be all the more ardent; now she sought to employ the skills she had learned and to excite him to the utmost. When she knotted the muscles of her abdomen and clenched her buttocks and thighs hard, she forced the ring of firm flesh around her cunt to tighten appreciably and to fasten a firmer grip upon his plunging rod.

"Agghh!" Henry gasped, pulling her against him even more insistently and ramming his prick home with fierce urgency. "Fuck me, Gloria, fuck me now! Ooohh, I can't hold it back any longer! I've got to come!"

"Do it, Henry, do it to me!" she panted between gasps and moans. "Uhh! Ahh! Owww! You're deeper than ever; you're fucking my heart out!"

Her cries began coming quicker now that she feit him working in and out with the quick, jerky strokes signalling his climax. She recognized them for what they were and answered with rolling, weaving thrusts of her hips, forcing the head of his prick to rub harder against the tender, inflamed walls of her cunt. When he pulled out full length and paused there, trembling, she lifted her legs even higher around his body and elevated her cunt to receive the final thrust.

"Ooohh! You're coming!" she gasped when she felt his cock begin spurting a thick stream of hot sperm into her cunt. "You're shooting me full of it; your balls are drowning me with come! Ugghh! Again! More! Don't stop coming; I want to feel it forever!"

She was not to be granted her wish, however. Even though Henry Cramer was only twenty-five and in the full prime of his manhood, he could not make his climax last long enough to satisfy her completely. No man could have done so; her hungers were insatiable. Happily she recognized that Henry had done his best and she was content with that, though she hated the moment when he would have to pull his prick from her body and disappear into the brush.

"Oh, if only we had a day to ourselves!" she murmured, stretching her legs full length and twisting against him. "You're still hard and I know I could make you do that again if only we had the time! Mmm, Henry, I'll never get enough of your wonderful cock!"

"If you don't it won't be because I don't try giving it to you," he promised. "Once we arrive in Arizona, Gloria, and have a house to ourselves, I intend to spend a week in bed with you! I'll fuck you then until you can't even walk!"

"Ah, in Arizona!" she murmured. "But you must hurry off now, I suppose; if I dally too long here they will come looking for me. And it wouldn't do for them to find us like this!"

Her mention of the others was enough to spur him into action. He lifted himself off slowly, giving her time to reach between them and fasten her fingers around his prick as it emerged from her cunt. She welcomed the hot, wet tool and shuddered weakly as it slid through her hand. Henry could not understand her strong fascination with his prick after it had fucked her into a frenzy but he was sufficiently in love with her to allow her the treat if she wanted it. He stood up beside her and began dressing as she cupped her hand over her pussy, catching the flow of sperm as it emerged from her cunt and spreading it over her warm, tingling slit.

"It feels so good," she said, noticing the way he was watching her. "I don't know why but it feels like it's connected with you; it's another way of keeping you closer to me after you've gone. Do you think I'm an awful woman, to want to bathe my fingers in your come?

"I think you're the most wonderful woman in the world," he said, buttoning up his shirt and hefting his shotgun. "But I'll have no reputation at all as a hunter unless I get to my business. Goodbye, my dear; I'll see you later."

Gloria continued to lie on the dress and to finger her pussy for a few minutes after he had gone. When she was quite satisfied that he was out of sight she sat up and moved her right hand from her pussy, bringing it up in front of her face. She contemplated the sperm-smeared fingers for a moment and then popped them into her mouth.

Ahh, what a lovely taste! she thought to herself. There's nothing that tastes quite like sex! Mmm, I wonder what Henry would say if he knew… Some day I'm going to suck it directly from his cock!

She sucked her fingers for a moment more and then got to her feet. She dressed quickly, rolled the towel and discarded clothing into a compact bundle and picked up the soap before leaving the small clearing. She made her way back to the wagons without difficulty and began preparing an evening meal. Two of the mule drivers were already laying a fire and bringing out the pots she would need; she thanked them for their cooperation and promised them each an extra helping of the pie she was planning to bake.

"Pie? Out here in the middle of nowhere?" one of them marvelled.

"Pie," she firmly stated. "I'll use up the last of the dried apples and we'll have'a deepdish apple pie. That will be my contribution to our celebration for having reached the Pecos River."

She thought to herself that, since the dish was one of Henry's favorites, it would also be a nice way of repaying him for the shuddering, blood-boiling pleasure he had given her back beside the pool. The memory of that passionate encounter lent an added sureness to her hands and enlivened her thoughts as she bustled around the campfire that afternoon.

Shortly after sunup the next morning they were on their way again. Gloria sat comfortably on the box of her wagon and thought of her husband as she allowed the mules to pick their own way. She had found it difficult to keep her hands off him as they had lain under the wagon the night before, rolled in their blankets; it had been almost as difficult to keep from thrusting her hands between her own thighs as desire gnawed at her flesh.

I don't know whether it's better to grab a chance like the one we had yesterday or not, she mused as the mules followed the other wagons along. I always wake up the next morning wanting it so much more! It will be different in Arizona-there I'll be able to enjoy a good fuck in the morning. Perhaps one before breakfast and one after, too!

The thought, and others like it, conspired to put added life into her hot-lipped pussy and she edged around on the wagon seat in an effort to find a more comfortable posture. By leaning foward, she knew all too well, she could press that tingling organ almost down to the seat of the wagon and bring it into contact with the bunched up material of her dress. More than once she had done this with astounding success, rubbing herself until she felt that fatal explosion which left her weak and gasping. Alternatively, as she also knew, she could cross her legs and tighten her thighs, forcing them to squeeze her pussy more tightly; that would also produce a satisfying blast of sensual delight in short order.

Neither of those alternatives appealed to her that morning. For one thing, the memory of Henry's massive prick was too fresh in her mind; she felt somehow disloyal each time she gave in to her body's demands and satisfied herself. She had to keep reminding, herself that she was a grown, married woman now and that she must put aside, her childish ways, including the devices she had discovered for dealing sexual pleasure to herself. She resolutely spread her knees slightly and leaned back on the seat as she set herself the task of ignoring the tingling flesh at the base of her belly.

Due to their early start they reached the crossing shortly after midmorning. The wagons pulled up at the bank, giving Magee time to explore the bottom of the river and to check the opposite side. Gloria pulled the mules up beside the other teams, wrapped the reins around the brake and stood up. Looking around, she saw a broad, sweeping plain dotted with brush. A long line of hills, hazy in the distance, lay to the north; farther off, to the southwest, another blue mass lay against the horizon.

"And this is that famous crossing we've been hearing about?" she said to Henry, who had ridden up beside her. "It certainly doesn't look like much!"

"Magee says people have been using this almost as long as there have been people," Henry stated. "It's supposed to be the safest way to get across this river. You can see that it's used frequently; see how the grass and bushes are beaten down ail around?"

Gloria now noticed a definite difference in the landscape. For perhaps a mile in almost any direction on either side of the crossing there was very little vegetation to be seen. The wind erased all signs of tracks but now that she looked more closely she saw dotted piles of animal dung here and there.

"Just drive right in and on across," Magee called out, riding back across the river, which was no more than kneedeep on his horse. "Good bottom all the way and an easy pull on the other side!"

He rode up beside the Cramers as he watched the first wagon edge down the steep slope.

"Nothin' to it, ma'am," he said. "That's why this is so good a place to get across. It's a good, hard bottom, easy to get into and out of. That river'd have to be kicking up a storm before you couldn't get across here!"

"I suppose it's a favorite Indian crossing too;¹" she asked.

"It's everybody's favorite," he said. "But it ain't likely we'll see a redskin this time of year. Now was it August or September, you'd be likely to find a herd o' Comanches, that's sure enough; they come down this way on their way into Mexico, you see. But right now they're more likely to be chasing the buffalo up north. Still, that's not to say ye oughtn't to keep both eyes open and not stray too far from the rest of us, ye understand!"

"I'm not going anywhere," she said with a shiver. "Er, are those really mountains over there to the southwest?"

"Sure enough," the wagonmaster replied. "Them's the Davis mountains, ma'am, and we're gonna cut right through 'em. It's an easy run now that they've got the road. We'll spend a few days at Fort Davis, resting up and getting the wagons in shape, and then we'll push on through the mountains. Then it's out into the flats, over to the river and right on up to El Paso."

Gloria marvelled at the matter-of-fact way he stated the route, as if he might be describing the path from a farmhouse to the barn. She knew that they were a good three hundred miles from El Paso and that much of the route would be travelling of the hardest, dryest sort, yet he made it sound easy and uneventful.

She waited until the third wagon was safely across the river before slapping her own team into action. Having seen the other wagons make the pull she now felt easier about it, although Henry had offered to drive; the mules took the water without hesitation and the crossing was far easier than she had imagined. They pulled out on the other side and, after a quick check to make sure that nothing had come loose, set out again.