Recently, an old brick building was torn down in San Francisco, and during the excavation that followed, in preparation for the erection of a new office building, ruins of a still-older structure were uncovered by the workmen.
Pyramided by rubble, a section of an old oaken counter remained almost intact. Beneath the counter were some rusted wagon bolts and a thick book whose leather covers were green with age, but whose pages had been somewhat protected from dampness by the corner of the counter itself, and by the nest of metal upon which it rested.
The book was a diary, carefully and meticulously kept in a neat and painstaking hand. The date was 1864, and the writer was one Zachariah Wilson, one of a party of fifteen hardy souls who traveled overland to California in Conestoga wagons.
For purposes of identification, the members of the wagon train are listed here by family relationship (for this party was made up of members of a single family) by age and description, so that the reader will not be confused:
The Wilson Party 1864:
1. Joseph (Joe) Wilson # fifty-three-year-old patriarch and head of the family.
2. His wife, Sarah Wilson, fifty years old.
3. Her son, Zachariah (Zack) Wilson, thirty-three years old, and keeper of the diary.
4. Zack's wife, Rachel Wilson, thirty years old.
5. Their children - Sally Wilson, fourteen; John, thirteen and Willa, twelve.
6. Rachel Wilson's mother, Audrey Allen, fifty-one years old.
7. Zack's sister, Susan Ballard, twenty-five years old.
8. Her husband, Roger Ballard, twenty-seven years old.
9. Rachel Wilson's sister, Martha Leroy, thirty-one.
10. Martha's husband, Sam Letfoy, thirty-two years old.
11. Their daughter, Gayle Leroy, thirteen years old.
12. First cousin of Sam Leroy, Tom Tumly, a twin, sixteen years old.
13. Tom's twin sister, Helen Tumly, sixteen years old.
The Zack-Rachel Wilson children were listed together, but make a total of fifteen.
There is no record of what happened to the Wilson party after they departed the San Francisco area, but it is presumed that they returned to a certain spot on their back trail, that path that had taken them so long and arduous a journey to cover.
Their newly discovered and heartily practiced morality was the prime cause for their immediate dissatisfaction and their unanimous decision to return to the unfriendly wilderness where they could be happy with each other without the shocked and horrified condemnation of civilized society. The Wilson Party had become a society unto itself, with its own codes of conduct and its own sexual mores, and it found itself in conflict with the established codes when it reentered society. Therefore, it could not remain; the Wilson Party had to flee, or face ruin and dissolvement.
Some readers will no doubt condemn them for their actions, but some will also hope they founded a colony of their own in some secluded valley, where they flourished and multiplied.
CHAPTER ONE
MY NAME IS ZACHARIAH WILSON, and when I began this keeping of a diary, I was thirty-three years old, a strong and able-bodied woodsman and farmer. I was also but recently mustered out of the uniform I wore for four long years during the War Between The States. I was wounded but twice, and then only slightly, and sorrowed to know our Cause was defeated after so much sacrifice. I was to know more sorrow, and bitterness, as I learned the taste of defeat, and so was agreed to depart our long-held lands in the state of Tennessee, in order that our family might better its fortunes in another clime.
Had we stayed, there would have been more troubles, and ever growing ones, with the yankees who piled down into our beaten lands to pillage and rape, and with the carpetbag politicians who sought to steal our farms with taxes.
I say more troubles, because we buried three of the leeches under a riverbank, and took their horses clear into the next county ere we loosed them to run free. But we could not sight upon every man sent to bleed us dry, else the yankees would gallop a troop of cavalry across our fields and torch the houses - those they had left us after the fighting.
They had left us precious little else, as it was. The women hid corn and buried yams, and managed to keep some lard and dried beans, but all else was "liberated" by yankee soldiers, or by scavengers that followed behind them. No, I must tell that some gold was kept, and ten mules that had been put into a brushy canyon that remained secret to the enemy. The rest was taken.
We had no hogs, no chickens, no horses; the slaves had long since absconded, and the most of the corn liquor was discovered and gulped years ago. The corn cribs were burned, and the big house where I was born; the barns were razed and the cows butchered. If the women had not been woods runners, they would have starved, but Tennessee women in our county are often good as the men with lines and traps and squirrel guns. And so our women trapped rabbits and caught catfish and perch, and made do with wild greens and nuts and berries and the like.
I was most sorry to come home and find the library gone, that beloved collection of leather-bound books among which I had learned my letters and more, where I had learned the feel of words and the flavor of them. I must needs apologize here for my own inadequacy with words, for I cannot hope to match in this poor diary the wondrous tales of those authors I have read in my father's library.
Still, I shall try in my own poor fashion to set down all the happenings that occurred to our family after we set forth from our ancestral lands in Tennessee. We fired the shacks and the fields, and put torch to the woods themselves, the trees being filled with newly risen spring sap and like tinder. We stood awhile at the boundary line, and there was no dry eye in the family, but no whining either. We had all agreed to burn rather than turn over what we had left to the tax collectors. The carpetbaggers got only the scorched earth and ashes.
And so we put our faces to the west, for better or worse, and there could be no turning back. With two big mules to the wagon, and what supplies we could manage, we set out - the fifteen of us homeless but unafraid - for the golden lands of California.
Before we got clear of Tennessee, we were forced to lay low a pair of tax men, and these we buried in a crossroads where we ran the mules and wagons over them many times, to hide any sign. The yankees sent no more men after us, and no troops, either, for we made our way steadily and with some hurry, directly to Saint Louis, Missouri, where we further clouded our trail by buying supplies and the new Conestoga wagons under other names than our own.
The hoarded gold was gone by the time we were loaded, but we had goodly flour and corn-meal and dried beans and peas; we had a sufficient amount of salt pork and smoked bacon, with a few bony hams. Best of all, we had us enough powder and ball to stand off any savages, were we to encounter them along the way. We possessed sidearms in plenty, including some of the new Colt weapons which could be fired rapidly, but being Tennesseans, we of course clung jealously to our long squirrel rifles.
We had to trade for and pay boot for the wagons and canvas, but we kept our own mules, they being far superior to any we saw about the city paddocks. Many speak of the worth of the Missouri mule, but those we saw were but scrawny beasts, underfed and mean-eyed, and no match at all for our big, rangy animals that could work all day and run a fair race come twilight.
I will not bore any who might read my diary with the many details of getting ready for a trek clear across the nation, but the details were many. We laid in axes and blankets, herbs and medicines, clothing and a share of dry corn for the mules. We haggled over every item, for our treasure was but small and we had to make do with every penny.
But all things end, and even though we had not enough money left to hire a guide nor join with a regularly constituted wagon train, none could (or wished to try to) stop us from following some distance behind such a train until we were well clear of the cities and bound for the western countries.
My father, Joe Wilson, scouted on muleback ahead of the first Conestoga driven by my mother Sarah, spelled off by my wife's mother Audrey. The second wagon was driven by Roger Ballard, husband to my sister Susan, and contained many of our supplies since they were all that used it as quarters, they being childless.
Wagon number three contained my wife's sister Martha, her husband Sam Leroy, their daughter Gayle, and the twins Tom and Helen.
Wagon number four was mine, and Rachel's, my wife. It held also our children Sally, John and Willa. John, though he be but thirteen years old, was a good hand with the reins, and the mules listened to him with care, for he also wielded a good whip. I followed behind as rear guard, as we'd done in the Confederate cavalry, guarding us from the back as my father guarded us in the forefront.
We had no guide, as I have said, but the trail was drawn plain for woodsmen such as ourselves to follow, and my father had him a map and compass, so we needed no more but our eyes and senses to make a way to California. And a bit of luck that we be spared too many outnumberings by the heathen red man; a few such attacks, we doubted not that we could deal with, but no rifle can target all the savages on the western plains.
We then entered what was called the wilderness, and tracked slowly and carefully upon the path laid down by those who had gone before us.
An ordinary enough beginning, I suppose, and no great adventure to tell, for many families were so displaced from the charred and pillaged lands of the South, and many were driven by adversity to seek a new life in the West. But it is somewhat later upon our journey that things turned exceedingly strange - or so it seemed at the first; later on, we were to realize that the strangeness was only but in our previous form of thinking.
Before I further confuse this issue, allow me to tell of the trip's start, of the scarcity of game along the way - all edible game having been long ago shot out by so many hungry travelers. We skimped by upon our stores, eating whole meals of potatoes and drippings, for we knew this vegetable would in some months go bad and be useless for sustenance. We supplemented these potatoes, white and yam, with what greens we could pick along the way, dandelions in the woods, wild onions along the creek banks, a wild green called poke, a crispy watercress. We had corn syrup for sweetening, a strong sorghum made from sugar cane, and for a time, Pa and me ranged on muleback far and wide to find berries.
Until the forest thickened, and until we began to see our first red men, although these seemed to be no more than starved and beaten men such as we had too often seen dragging home through our own state of Tennessee, only ours had been in rags of butternut grey instead of tattered trade blankets.
Then Pa and me began to take better care of the wagons, to eye the rising hills more closely for any red men who might show inclination to fierceness, or to an eagerness to booty. We scouted the streams and found fish by setting hooks long before the wagons came to the camp area, and shot a possum out of a tree every so often. This beast is fat and juicy, and added flavor to our potatoes and beans, and gave greases to fry the pone and pan bread.
The country was opening up, spreading itself, and the fourth week out upon the trail, Pa shot a small deer. We ate heartily and boiled its bones for stock before tossing them to the hounds.
Yes, we brought the dogs with us - four Redbone hounds that could run for days over the hills until called home by the horns. They mostly fed themselves on the trip, although they begged a few tidbits around the fires at night, and ate up any scraps left from our meals. The hounds were to save us more than once, by warning us of the approach of strangers, and of wild beasts. They have also run down deer for us, and treed coons and flushed the prairie grouse for us to shoot on the wing.
After our first meal of venison, Pa brought out one of the earthern jugs stoppered by a dry cob, and passed it around for a kind of celebration. My father is a drinking man, one who has been called a heller by preachers and sisters of charity, and I suppose the appellation fits him. He is a big, roaring man, one who fought from the first battle of Bull Run to the final shame at Appomattox. He had three mounts shot from under him, and received a ball through the leg and a bayonet in the shoulder. Pa killed both men who wounded him.
Pa is rowdy and tough as dried whipleather; he likes a fight and a wench equally well, and had quite a number of light-colored yard children scattered about our end of Tennessee, although we owned no slaves themselves, being mountain men.
When I first brought Rachel home as my wife, Pa pinched her tail and kissed her mouth and chided me for picking a woman I might not be man enough to handle. I knew from the first that his roving eye was on her, for my wife was then, and is yet, a fine and full-bodied woman who walks with a style and grace that draws men's eyes after her and makes them envy me for being her husband.
The war came then, and we all went off to it while the women kept the farms going and the woods thinned of game. By then I had me three children, and never found my wife Rachel too much for me to handle, although I admit to being burned down a time or two by her overwhelming passions.
During the war there was no time, or at least very little of it for most of us, for love-making. Mayhap there was chance for the yankees, especially among the slave women they "freed", and amongst the slatterns that rise from holes to follow any army. But for those of us fighting for our very lives most of the while, women were things put aside, like good times and good whiskey.
Somewhat starved down though she was when I came home, and bone hungry though I was, beaten and dispirited though I was, we met full out in the cornshuck mattress and I mounted her between those sweet legs and we screwed hard at each other until we made our gooders moaning and clenching of each other's bodies. My Rachel had been too long without a man's tool inside her, and so had I been too long stood away from a woman's softly clenching cunnie. Both of us had a need, and we filled it most heartily.
It seemed we could not get enough of each other, neither then nor in the months to follow. Mayhap it was because we had been so long denied, or that both of us had been close to the reaper, for it appears that when either man or woman has been near to dying, that the drive within them increases.
This might be a reproductive urge, but strange to say, Rachel did not become full with child, neither then, nor in the years to follow. Which was well enough, considering what was to occur some later on. Of course, my mother laid the fault to some herbs the family had eaten for the last years of the war, a green not too palatable, but filling and strength-giving. No one had eaten of these particular greens before, until driven to it by hunger.
So believing, my mother took a plentiful supply of the herb, dried and powdered, with the wagon train when we left our home and the fields wherein it grew and flourished. Mayhap she has been correct in her assumptions, for even though the diddling and the screwing has been most active and widespread on our long and arduous journey, there have been yet no pregnancies, for which all were grateful, at least for a spell.
It would appear that I ramble about in my diary, in the telling of my narrative, but I am no scribe, only a reader of books who has learned his letters with eagerness. I will so attempt to tell of events in their proper order, but any reader will forgive me, do I meander and becloud at times.
Therefore will I return to the telling of the journey of the wagons westward, and of the first momentous event which set the family one to the other, without regard to vows or blood.
Let me see - there was a stream, I recall, and a grassy meadow with some bright spring flowers to it, and trees for shade and windbreak; all in all, it was a likely campsite, and one in which all were disposed to tarry, even the mules, for the grass was sweet and tall there.
We had early supped, and I went with others to gather firewood for the night and morn. I'd seen Pa take his jug into the brush past the stream, but thought nothing of that, as he oft liked to sip and dream alone. The wood gathered and piled, and another cup of acorn coffee drunk, I looked about for my wife Rachel but did not see her, not even with the women rinsing clothes in the stream, nor about the children playing in the field.
Thinking to come upon her in the flowered brush where she had been making her privates, and with a tautness building in my belly, I slipped quietly into the trees to find Rachel. In a few passing minutes, I came upon her - but not as I had planned.
I saw her there upon the grassy sward of a hidden dale, and she was stripped to the buff, naked as she could be. I saw her wiggle there, my loving wife Rachel, saw her shake her rounded arse as the man atop her slipped a big staff into her cunnie with a long and stroking lunge.
I stood quietly, breath caught in my throat, stood hidden in the greenery and stared at these lovers, and many thoughts raced unbidden through my shocked and fevered mind. One would imagine the initial reaction to be one of rage, but this was not so for me. There was shock, yes, and surprise, yes - but also I felt a swift surge of lust, and an even swifter realization that the act being performed by these two people, especially these two people. For the man was my father, my Pa, and he was fair laying that huge and shining staff into my wife's gleaming pussy.
Pa has a rod between his legs like that of a stud horse - long and swollen and with a gleaming head. He withdrew it almost from her cunnie, only to pound it back once more with a lurch, with a stab that drove it clear to the grey hairy hilt, that swung his great sac slapping against the dampened lips of her cunnie.
He eased it in and out of her steamy mound, and his grey hairs mixed with her black ones at every stroke. He was mightily laying that swollen meat hard into my wife's pussy, and her curly pubic hairs were ashine with her love juices. Rachel was grinding and hunching, to cavort gleefully upon the full length of his ramming peter, and the sight was something to watch.
Her head was thrown back and her eyes were gleaming, and there was a smile upon her full red lips. Her high, round teats were jouncing as Pa hammered his meat into her cunnie, and Pa had both hands on her sweetly shaped ass, holding to it as he shoved and pulled back. A mighty screwer, my Pa, and a well-met fuckeress was my wife Rachel.
So my darling wife had at last kicked over the traces and decided to take another man's prick into her clenching pussy. After all these years of marriage, she had at last ached for the rod of another man between her thighs, and she could not have chosen a better lover than my Pa.
Pa has always been raunchy and horny, and he had eyed my wife's sweet ass for many a year. I stared as he mouthed one of her nipples and twisted her ass to him while his mighty prick plunged deeply into her. Rachel lifted her legs and wrapped them across his heaving and sweaty back. She hunched violently back at him, and I knew she was fast approaching her gooders, that the slickness inside her trembling cunnie was increasing and growing hotter, and that she was clamping down upon his pistoning peter with all the aching strength of her cunnie lips.
She cried out then. "Oh - oh, Pa! Oh, Pa! Oh, do it to me! Shove it to me, kill me with the length of that wondrous prick! Feed me that huge prick, Pa. Oh - oh - oh, fuck me 'til I die!"
My father gave a grinding heave and buried his prick in her as Rachel curled her slim legs tighter around him and hit her gooders with a long, low moaning of pleasure. She kept her trim ass rotating all the time, and brought Pa to his own discharge. He slammed it into her cunnie until I saw the hairy sac of his balls flex and he stiffed out betwixt her caressing thighs as he pumped his ejaculation far back into the cup of my wife's hot and hungry pussy.
Slowly and carefully, I backed away, for I wanted not to be seen by them. My own rod was stiff and aching, and threatening to rip from my trousers. I wanted to run to them, to pull my Pa off my wife so that I could in my turn lay upon her and find that wetly throbbing cleft wherein he had left his creamy discharge. I wanted to stick my own eager prick quickly into that well-screwed pussy he had just quitted, but I dared not.
Instead, crept back through the brush until I was clear of their trysting place, and the idea formed in my mind. If Pa could so heartily screw my wife, why could I not thusly screw his wife? His wife was of course my own dam, but that made the thought even more pleasing to me, even more exciting.
In the hills, a boy does not see too many girls, other than his sisters and dam, and other like female kin, and I had often eyed Ma with looks that were not filial, but lusting. Young though I was, I yet knew about the operations of sex from seeing animals breed; the most exciting of these was stallion to jenny, or jack to mare. Long had I harbored thoughts of screwing both dam and sister, but I, like all other young men, I suppose, had held these thoughts in abeyance, and gone on to marry without doing more than dream wetly about such events.
Now then, since Pa had actually gone ahead and screwed my wife Rachel, and since she had so obviously enjoyed the screwing and indeed, had heartily fucked him back, then could I move on with a plan of my own.
Making my trembling way to the camp site, I found a jug of corn Pa had hidden beneath the seat of his Conestoga and brought it forth to take two long and strengthening pulls upon it. With its new heat racing through my body, and emboldening me somewhat, I then approached Ma and asked her to accompany me but a distance into the brush ere nightful, saying that I had something strange to show to her.
Ma at the time was fifty years old, but hard work, the war, and an active life had kept her slim and supple. She had always moved with a certain grace that made her far younger than her years. Now she drifted before me in the brush as I guided her away from camp and down the river bank, barely able to hide the swollen bulge in my trousers, barely able to contain the rasp of breath in my throat. I watched her hips move under her dress, and thought once more how appealing was the tight little bum she switched so enticingly back and forth.
Her skin had always been clear and without blemish, since she had taken great pains to hide it from the sun's harshness, and had used such herb lotions and creams upon it as she could possess. To be sure, there were wrinkles about her grey eyes and a streak of grey in her brown hair, and mayhap her teats were a bit shrunken and flabby, but this somehow seemed to incite me even more.
At the stream's edge, she looked over her shoulder at me and asked where was this wonder I wished to show her. I pointed into the water as I came up behind her. "There," said I.
Up close behind her, I put my arms around her waist and gently kissed the back of her neck. Still looking puzzled into the water, she moved a little away from my touch, saying: "Stop that. That's one of your Pa's tricks."
I pushed closer, touching my erection to her tight little bum, making certain she realized what it was. I said, "He has some other parlor tricks. I was just now watching one of them, back there in the brush where he was lying atop Rachel."
She gasped. "He - he isn't! The randy old bastard! He has been trying to slip around her ever since you brought Rachel home as wife. I told the old goat - I warned him -" I drew her back into my body and nestled my rigid organ into the small and shapely curves of her arse. I said, "I am happy he has done it. He put it to her like a stud to a hot mare. Pa pushed that big old hard into her and she climbed up on his meat like she was going flat crazy."
"Zachariah," she whispered. "Zack - do not do that. Please, I beg you -"
"Pa's staff went up into Rachel neat and tidy," said I into the lobe of her ear, whilst I pushed my erection tighter to her bum. "She moaned and threw around her legs, and took it into her cunnie right to the hilt. Pa can really mount a wench, can he not?"
She shivered against me. I lifted my hands from her waist and took a small, flaccid breast into each of them, pressing lightly down upon them, running gentle thumbs over the swiftly rising nipples. I felt her bum rise toward me a little, just a bit.
"Please," she again whispered. "You do not know what you are about. Zack - you do not realize -"
"Certain I do," said I. "I know what I am doing now, and I know full well what I wish to do next. I also know what Pa and Rachel are doing now; hot and slippery as they were together, I would wager that this minute they are at it again, snorting and a-hunching and burying the meat."
"Don't!" Ma said sharply. "Let me go and do not speak more about your Pa. Just because he is such a horny old lecher is no call for you to-"
"We should have been at it twenty years ago," said I, "or whenever it was I first saw how sensuous you were, Ma. It is not too late now. Feel me, Ma; feel how hard do I need you."
She tore her breasts free of my hands and darted along the river bank. I leaped after her and got one hand hooked into the back of her thin, gingham gown. I pulled her back toward me, and the flimsy material parted with a sharp, ripping noise. But she was snatched off her balance and fell backward to me, the torn dress falling away like leaves off a tree. I saw she wore no underclothing, since it had been warm all this day, and I saw the brown nipples on her just-drooping teats. She fell back at my feet upon the golden sand of the river bank and I saw also the curling of her pubic hair, saw it crisp and shiny, all brown and touched with grey, as was the hair upon her head.
Whilst I was stripping out of my trousers and shirt, she tried to roll over and get away. I caught one slim wrist and pulled her back down. Nakedly, I crouched above her, pressing down upon her belly to hold her still, staring all the while at her threshing legs, at the intriguing fashion in which her teats flopped loosely in her struggles, at the flash of gleaming hair betwixt her thighs.
Said I: "It is only a horse trade, Ma. He rods my wife, I rod his wife."
Panting, she glared up at me. "But - but I am your mother, and I am an old woman, and -" Achingly stiff peter in hand, I crawled between her knees and lay down right atop her, pressing her to earth and stilling her struggles. Pushing my mouth hard to hers, I pried apart her lips to fill her mouth with my tongue. My staff pulsed against her smooth and trembling belly, and my hips were snugged to hers. Suddenly her tongue came racing over mine, and her pelvis was twisting to mine, and I felt the pelvic bones lifting, and grinding, her damp cleft and the curly hairs pushing hard into the base of my organ.
I moved my face down to her teats and locked my mouth onto one, pulling all of it inside my lips, licking and nipping whilst my hands raced up and down her squirming body, feeling her sweet hips and fine thighs and sliding around to cup that deliciously tight little bum.
"Oh," she hissed. "Oh, that is good! Zack - are you most certain your father won't discover us here and -" I let go the one teat and moved my mouth to the other, pulling and sucking; then I kissed back up to her throat as she threw back her head and rolled it in the sand as her hips gyrated and rocked back and forth, as that tight small arse rolled and lifted in eager pleading.
Ah! Now she was hot as a freshly screwed mink, and all ready for me; at last, she was prepared for me.
"Forget Pa," said I. "He will not stop now, once he's found the way into Rachel's cunnie. He will fuck her until both are spent, and that will consume some time."
I felt down and cupped that warmly shuddering mound between her thighs, her slim, warm thighs, and slipped a finger into its lips. Ma hunched violently upon my finger, drawing it into her sheath and to her little button of joy. Catching my swollen organ in her hands, she caressed it, thumbed and squeezed and never slowed her grinding motion upon my hand.
Taking her hand in my own, that little warm hand wrapped so loving about my rod, I guided them both to the entrance of her moist cleft, removing my finger as I did so. Ma centered it where it had to go, set the aching head of it against her velvety slot, and I began to hunch it slowly, most thrillingly, into the clasping lips of her cunnie.
Those sweet lips clung loving to my staff as the head worked past them and up into the hot, slickened satin of her hole. Her box was surprising small, seeing it had birthed two of us and taken into itself that huge engine of my Pa's so many times. But small it was, and blazing hot, steaming around my rod as I fed it deeper into her body, until at once it was buried full inside her pussy, set into her pussy all the way to its hilt.
Twisting, Ma moved upon it, clamped together her thighs and then jerked them apart to roll her arse, to spread her knees wider so she could feel my meat better inside her sheath, so she could help force it clear to the cupping mouth of her womb.
"Oh, son!" she panted. "Oh - how young and stiff your rod be! Lay it into me, lad. Pump it hard to me, my dearest. Screw your old dam as if she were a young and virgin lass!"
Her hot pussy writhed over my rod, suctioned upon its head as she hiked her pelvis and wiggled to keep it buried deeply within her. In one hand, she caught my flailing testes and caressed them as I stroked it into her, faster and faster, deeper and yet deeper. Oh, she was hot and good and loving.
I gasped to her: "You are far better fucking than a virgin, Ma, yet more hot. You screw amazing well, and your cunt is tight. Oh my darling Ma, my fucking Ma - do it back to me! For I fast approach my gooders -" I hunched and she heaved and I reached my discharge. It was boiling and fierce and pulled my spine right out of my back as it pumped into the sweet and grasping slot of my dreams. I fell forward on top of her, holding tightly with both hands to the loveliness of that firm and flexing ass as I gasped for sorely needed air.
My head spun; never had I ever ejaculated so completely, so wildly. It was strangely weakening, yet exhilarating, the ultimate in ecstasy for me. I knew that she was still moving upon my rod, that my discharge had slippery-bubbled inside her sheath, and that she was clawing at my back as she pounded her cleft into the base of my staff. I knew when she moaned and shot her own discharge, and knew that she kicked and scuffed the sand with her feet as she reached and hung jealously to her gooders.
We lay quiet for a long space, until I could once more feel the approaching chill of evening upon my naked flesh. I kissed her mouth gently then, and thanked her for being such a wondrously trained fuckeress, for being so hot and willing for the prick.
Easily, tenderly, she slid from beneath me, and it was with genuine regret that her pussy bade farewell to my rod. Ma sat up and took her torn dress in her hands then. She said to me: "Zack - never have I myself been screwed so well, not even by your Pa. This will not be the ending, then, but only the start. I would taste much more of your sturdy staff, and in other positions. But now is not the moment. You will have to hie back to camp and send Audrey Allen out to me with another dress, telling her that I snagged mine badly upon a branch. Tomorrow -"
"Tomorrow we will fuck again," said I.
"Yes," she said, "but with care, since there are many with this family who would not approve, did they know of our lustful transgressions."
"And of Pa and Rachel," said I. "Tonight I will speak to my wife, though, and tell her I know of her screwing my Pa. Then will I put this meat of mine into her cleft in turn, to see if it will yet contain some of Pa's discharge inside the sheath. I will explain to her that although I discovered her in the act of copulation with my father, that I wish them only well and hearty fucking, any time they may so desire it. I will tell her - after I have screwed her deeply and lovingly to prove I hold no ill will against her - I will tell her how you and I have done it upon the sands, and how my load was the largest I have ever discharged into any pussy."
She patted my cheek as I arose. "It grows chill," said Ma. "Hurry your wife's mother back with my dress, so I may appear decently clad before the children at the camp fire. I fear my new found happiness will show too much upon my face for all to see and wonder at. Be careful with your wife, lad - though a woman fuck another man, she may not always appreciate her own man fucking another woman."
I smiled down at her as I climbed into trousers and tucked in my shirt. Taking the rifle from where it had fallen, I said to her: "Dear Rachel has no choice, would she continue to screw her paramour, she must grant me the same freedom, and from the look on her face whilst Pa was rodding her, she will crave much more of that skilfully applied meat. I go now, but we will surely meet tomorrow, at camp site."
"Yes," smiled she, "oh yes, lad."
I went to the camp with nightly gloom gathering about my head, but with a new brightness in my step, feeling not at all guilty for having just freshly screwed my own dam, but feeling more like a new groom just risen from atwixt the legs of his bride.
CHAPTER TWO
MY WIFE WAS BACK by the camp fire when I returned to the camp site, busying herself with household tasks. She glanced but briefly at me, then hid her face at her work - soaking salt pork for the morrow's breakfast, tidying the clothing hung upon a rope to dry, doing all the things she normally did about the wagon, but pretending not to notice how I stared so closely at her. I drank a goodly cup of corn liquor and glanced at where the children were bedded down in rolled-up pallets, as was their wont when the weather was clear and the ground dry.
Rachel had never seemed more desirable to me than she was at the moment, lest it was the exact time when she had my Pa's big staff filling her. I watched how she moved, seemingly more graceful than ever, and saw the play of the firelight upon her cheek as it also outlined her legs beneath her dress and the mounding of her high breasts.
My wife licked often at her lips, thinking no doubt of the time so shortly past when she had taken a strange and invigorating prick into her wifely cunnie. Rachel had always been a most lusty screw, from the time she gave her maidenhead to me, and I had often thought to brag on her sexual prowess to other men, to boast of the tight clinging of her pussy and the marvelous gyrations of her active arse. But it would be unseemly to do such a thing, to so glorify the fuckability of one's wedded wife. Perhaps it would not be so in the near future, for I might be able to so discuss her movements and lovemaking with one who had also tasted them in the throes of her passion.
It would be most interesting to talk over her actions with a man who had also screwed my wife, to find if she had treated his staff with different contortions. It would also be most informative to spend a goodly amount of time at close and careful observation of such screwing, watching my hot Rachel give her counter thrust to every thrust, and wriggle to match each stroke of the prick. Did she discharge as violently with my Pa as with me? Did his large prick tickle her womb more, and caress her button of joy into deeper, more thrilling quiverings?
I would first ask her these things, ere this night was done. Then mayhap I would have the opportunity to ask them of my Pa, as we discussed the screwing of both our women, one to the other. I did not think that my father would object too strongly to my sticking his wife, my dam; he would be too involved with this new cleft and its younger delights. Pa would most certainly desire to fuck my wife often and at great length, for he had most assuredly not taken his fill of her cunnie as yet, much less gone to the other sweet openings of her hotly willing body.
There had not been time for a changing of positions, for a dallying with mouth and bum, for any lovemaking save of the most direct variety. This is in itself pleasing and gratifying, but for full and lasting thrills, a couple need to titillate themselves with variations of the most bizarre arts and positions. I shall detail these in my diary here as such actions occur.
However, on this first night of the new life (for such is how we came to call this complete changing over of love and lovemaking) I was most intent upon getting in between the smooth and warm thighs of my loving wife. I saw she was somewhat fretted because of her recent infidelities, which she knew not that I had secretly observed, but I said naught to her, save to offer her a drink of the corn liquor.
She drank heartily from the jug, a thing she does not often do, coughing her thanks with a downcast glance at me from lash-shaded and guilty eyes. Smiling to myself, I banked the fire with green logs and helped my wife up into our bed spread waiting in the wagon. Dropping the back canvas, I undressed quickly in the darkness, hearing her clothing being put aside as Rachel did the same.
We slid beneath the covers then, pillowing our heads together for a moment. Then she turned over and away from me, ere I had felt but the briefest brush of her nipples against my naked chest. Most nights, this would signal she had no immediate desire for screwing, or that she was tired beyond lust. This night, I knew the cause; she could not bring herself to open her freshly-rodded cleft to her husband's staff so soon after making him the cuckold.
I breathed upon her neck and put my arm around her to cup her firm teat with my hand, to caress it with fingers and thumb until its nipple rose hard and erect. She squirmed a bit against me, her cheeks feeling the hard rod I placed atwixt them into the warm little valley of her arse.
"Zack," she murmured, "I - I feel not too well. I ache -" I rubbed my staff into her crack and squeezed her teat whilst I whispered into her ear: "You ache alright - but not in head or back; you doubtless ache in your cunnie, where it was both filled and stirred by that monstrous prick a short while ago."
I felt her buttocks stiffen against me and heard her indrawn gasp of breath. In a moment she said, "What - what do you mean?"
I used one hand to grasp my stiff rod and move it down to slip it between her thighs so that it nestled up against her sweetly haired pussy from behind, whilst my balls snuggled to the cheeks of her delightful arse. "I mean," said I, "that I saw Pa sticking you out there in the little clearing. I watched you as you cavorted upon that huge and busy prick. What was it you cried out to my father as he screwed you and you came close to your gooders? Oh yes - 'Oh, Pa! Do it to me, shove it to me, kill me with the length of that wondrous prick! Oh, fuck me 'til I die!' Was that what you called to your lover as he screwed you, my darling wife?"
She shivered in what I took to be a sudden fear. I moved my arse, sliding my rigid prick back and forth along the hairy lips of her warm cunnie, sliding it between the caress of her satin thighs.
"Zack," she whispered then, lowly lest the children hear. "Oh, Zack, please believe me. 'Twas the first and only time I betrayed you. Not even during the long years you were gone to soldier did I take another man. But your Pa - your Pa has been after me since we married. He has always brushed against me and touched me and tried to finger me or kiss me - year after year, and - and -" I kissed her ear and put one arm beneath her waist, the other over her hip, so that I might bring both hands to play with her curly mound, that I might finger delicately into that quivering slot that had taken my prick so many times, and my father's but twice.
I inserted a finger and found her cunnie lips tight, not oily. She was yet afraid and uncertain of my actions. I wiggled my finger a bit and eased my staff back and forth a spell before I spoke to her once more, then I said: "Dear wife, tell me how Pa finally made you spread your legs for him? Speak to me, Rachel, of how my father seduced you - word for word, mind you."
She said softly, "You - you do not care. You are not insane with rage, nor jealous in any manner I may tell. Your - your Pa screwed me long and well, and you do not care!"
"I care most emphatically," I told her, cupping her mound and adding a second finger to the one already moving about inside her slowly loosening, slowly warming, sheath. "I care that you got your gooders; I care that you took that large and ramming prick and I care that you swung your tender arse and hunched your belly while Pa stuck it into your pussy. I greatly enjoyed watching as you clawed him and discharged in your joy, and I wanted to applaud as Pa fired his pistol far back into your cunnie."
She rolled her buttocks just a bit, and her pussy warmed yet more about my fingers. "Zack - you will not beat me, nor hate me for being unfaithful and betraying you in incest with your own Pa? You truly desire me even now, so soon after your Pa screwed me in the brush?"
I moved my fingers faster within her cup and found her sweet button of joy. She flinched and opened, and her dear pussy turned slick upon my hand as her passions unleashed within her hot body.
"Tell me," said I, "tell me how it was. Did my father's staff feel much different than mine? Did it penetrate you deeper?"
She began to pant, to grind upon my fingers, stimulated and excited. "Darling," she gasped, "oh my dear husband! I never dreamed I could be so passionate, so debauched and abandoned. Oh, my love - oh! Stroke my button - oh! His - your Pa's rod is much thicker than yours, and he uses it differently - oh! Like - he uses his thing like a stud horse - packs it in and hammers it. Oh my dear, permissive husband, I would now take your sweet prick into me. Oh please, my love - do put your sweet prick into my aching pussy and I will tell you more of your father's screwing of me."
I lifted the head of my rod and placed it to her throbbing cunt lips as she positioned her darling arse and lifted one leg so I might put it into her now-steamy pussy from the rear. She was burning hot and her hairs caressed my peter head as it fumbled a nonce for the cleft, then eased into that creamy pussy so that my rod felt its way clear to the far end of it.
"Ah," said I, and "Ah," said my wife as my prick was buried to its swollen sac within her silken cunnie. Rachel continued to speak softly as she shook her tender arse in slow and swing arcs, as she reached down between her own slightly spread thighs and took my balls in her gentle fingers as we fucked slowly and sensuously.
"Darling husband," she whispered, "oh, but I so adore your peter. It is wonderful; it is not near so thick and heavy as your Pa's rod, but mayhap it is longer and a touch more rigid. I love it, I love it. Stroke it into my needful box, dear husband, screw me long and well, for we have the entire night before us."
I gave her a long, rolling stroke and she squirmed upon my rod, petting my sac and clenching her buttocks. I asked her then to tell me how my sire had persuaded her to lie for him, after so long trying. I beseeched her to tell me all, to describe to me in all exactness each step that was taken.
"For years," she said as she returned my slow strokings with delicious contortions of her cup and her arse, "for years your Pa has stalked me and I said naught because he is your father and I did not wish to see blood trouble atwixt you. But after we began this trip to the West, you and I - well, we did not do it so often as when you first came back from the war. I - I began to miss it more each night, and to feel very lewd in my thoughts, especially when I was alone."
I fed her a series of stabbings, gentle and loving into the envelope of her exquisite pussy and she returned them with lascivious twitchings and heavings, but not enough to set us both striving to reach our gooders as yet.
Rachel continued her tale of seduction, and I listened most eagerly: "Your Pa followed me into the brush, and brought his corn liquor with him. I was bending over the stream bank and did not hear him approach. Since the weather has been so warm, I have not worn been a-wearing underclothing, and only my dress covered my body. He - your Pa - slipped up on me unawares, and suddenly one of his hands gripped my breast whilst the other ran under my dress from behind."
She moaned softly for a spell, and clenched her thighs so as to tighten her pussy upon my prick, before going on with her bawdy tale: "Pa had never gotten that far ere then. His fingers were on my mound, pushing into my cleft, and the shock of it turned my knees weak as a maiden's. He held to my mound whilst I tried to straighten and pull away. He kissed my throat and ear and pressed his thing into my buttocks, and - oh! I am a most shameless woman, speaking thusly."
"No, no!" said I. "Go on, dear wife; tell me all, for I thrill to hear of it. No - do not writhe so violently upon my prick, else I will discharge into your dear pussy ere I am ready, for I wish to hear of your screwing first."
"I am such a bitch," said Rachel, "for I could not resist him, once his hand was on my pussy. I felt the size of that thick peter against my buttocks, and turned still weaker, almost fainting. Pa knew he could work his will of me then, and he simply pushed me to the ground, threw up my skirt and mounted me."
I gave her another lunge or two, but paused, not wanting to fire into her ere she was done the telling. "Then," said I, "when I came upon you total naked, the pair of you, 'twas not your first fuck?"
"No," said my wife, "but our second, I suppose. He fucked me first with my dress yet on. He tongue-kissed me and took that big staff in his hands to force it atwixt my legs. I realized I was about to be screwed by a man not my lawful husband, and I cared not. I could not care for aught but the insertion of that wondrous prick that was knocking at my entrance.
"Oh, he forced it hotly and strongly within me. He pushed it directly and hard as rock, right up into my aching cunnie, and I felt the great weight of his balls as his sac came slamming into my hair. Never had I known another man's cock, and this one felt so huge that I thought for a moment it would split me wide. But no - I could take it all, and so I did, my cunnie clenching and eating upon that lovely meat in a mad and wild hunger."
I began to fuck my wife more rapidly, exulting in being in the same sweet pussy that had so greatly enjoyed the screwing of that other big prick.
Rachel hunched back at me, drove her arse strongly into my belly as she wiggled to get all of my reaching peter inside her.
"Oh, husband! Oh, you are a wondrous screwer, as is your Pa! Oh, how I love being fucked by you, as I love being fucked by him! That big peter filled my cunnie as it had never been filled before; that huge staff packed my hot pussy and I loved its size and girth and the method in which your Pa drove it into me. Oh - like that, husband! Yes, fuck me hard and deeply like that - just as Pa fucked me. Oh - it is good now and 'twas good then - and then I - I discharged upon that mighty and driving prick, as I - as I reach - my - gooders - now!"
She shuddered and twisted wildly in her completion, and I felt her boiling liquids of love come caressing down upon my thrusting peter. Immediately after, I fired my own load into my wife's frantic cunt, spurting it madly against the very end of her sheath, against the doors of her womb, pumped my creamy liquid into her, right there where my Pa's had pumped. I thrilled to think some of his was still wet inside her pussy, so that all three of us mingled our juices together.
In only a moment, she whipped out of my embrace and turned over, pulling me down atop her, cradling my face to her heaving breasts, pushing my mouth down to her hard-standing nipples. I sucked each of them for awhile, licking and pulling upon them as she continued to pant and to writhe beneath me. My darling wife had never been so hot, never been so lustful. She was yet eager as any fresh fucked bitch, ready and hungry for more of the meat within her juicy pussy, but I was not so eager. I rested upon her, and put down a hand to insert three fingers into her buttery cleft so that she might grind upon them and so gratify her passions for the moment.
Rachel did indeed screw my hand, grinding and stroking as if my fingers were a stud horse's mighty tool, rubbing her button of joy over them until she discharged again in a flurry of heavings and humpings. Only then did she rest for a moment.
Said I to my gasping wife: "You are most passionate yet. That fucking of a strange peter stirred your lusts greatly, did it not?"
"Oh yes, yes," she said. "I become all excited, just thinking of it, just telling it to you - and even more excited because I am describing my screwing to you, to my husband."
I caressed her, kissed her throat. "Then you wish more of Pa's rod, do you not? You desire more screwing by him, as often as may be possible? Mayhap you can spend an entire night with your new lover, taking the different positions with him, loving that great engine with your mouth, having him eat of your cleft."
She shivered. "Oh, that would be - wonderful. Dear husband, it is not that I have lost any desire to screw you, for I have not. If anything, my passions have been sharpened by taking a new lover. I want to be fucked by you, but I also crave to be rodded by your father. I am a bitch, a harlot."
"No," I denied. "You are a wonderful wife, a most passionate wife whose cunt would entice any man to infidelity. I have seen men watch your arse as you walk, seen how they eye the rise and fall of your teats, and I have wanted to shout out what a truly enchanting fuckeress you be. I have wanted to boast of the hot tightness of your active pussy, of the magic way you can mouth my peter, of the elastic wonders of your darling bung. I have wanted ere now to have you spread your soft thighs for another man, so I could prove your bonny screwing prowess to all. I am most pleased that you undertook the fucking of my father, for that gave me the opportunity I have also so long craved - the chance to put my own prick to my dam."
Rachel flinched beneath me, and her damply furred mound pressed against the haft of my slowly re-hardening peter. Said she, "Do - have you truly penetrated Sarah? Have you really screwed your own mother?"
"As fervently as you yourself fucked my own father," said I. "She seemed not to wish it, at first, but when I had her spread upon the sand, she relaxed somewhat, and when I got my cock head stuck into her grey-haired mound, she screwed me back most willing and most energetically. My dam is an accomplished fuckeress, as you are, but we had time only for one screwing - not three, as you evidently had with my sire."
"Oh yes," sighed my wife. "The first rodding given me by your Pa was swift - good and piercing but quick, and his first discharge was mighty, packing wetly into my cunnie. It was only minutes later, after we both had taken draughts from the liquor jug, when we stripped to the buff and went at it once more. It was then Pa sucked upon my nipples while mounting me, and this time the screwing lasted a whit longer and became more satisfying."
"The third fucking, then?" I prompted.
"A few minutes after the second one," Rachel continued. "Pa is a randy lover, capable of screwing often - or mayhap it 'twas because I was a new pussy to him, and he wanted his fill of it ere we had to return to camp before we were too long missed. I mounted him for the third screwing, and rode him lustily, bouncing up and down atop his belly with his large cock deep inside my cunnie. He held to my hips, and cupped my ass, whilst driving his rod hard and strongly into me. After we both had our gooders again, we kissed and drank some more corn and got ourselves decently attired once more. Then we both came back to camp from different directions, so that none would think we had been together."
I kissed her soft lips and felt my staff grow harder. I lifted from atop her belly and took my fingers out of her pussy. Sitting astride her body, one knee on each side of her, I then moved gently up and took a teat in each hand, to press them one each around my balls and the base of my now erect peter.
I wished I might see her face, her eyes, but the wagon was dark. I said to her, "Ma said to me, as I pushed it into her pussy - and a hot, tight pussy it is, too - Ma said: 'Oh, how young and stiff your rod be! Screw your old dam as if she were a young and virgin lass!'" Rachel's voice came from close to my peter. "She is not too old then? She screws well and juicy?"
"As do you," said I. "Here, wife - hold this within your warm lips whilst I tell you how we spoke after we had fucked, Ma and me."
I felt her breath stir against the spongy head of my eager pecker, and then her lips slid around the flinching knob. Rachel did not often suck upon my staff, but when she did perform this act of love, it was with a verve and an artistic dedication. I moved farther up her chest and reached down to take her adorable head between my hands, to tangle my fingers into the musky wealth of her luxurious dark hair as her mouth fastened tightly to my peter. A thrill knotted my belly as her tongue went to work.
Said I, "Wife - my Ma and me thought to have me tell you of our screwing, as I did. She warned me that not too many women will approve of their men sticking another woman, even though their men give them permission to be packed by other men. Is this true with You?"
She took her mouth from around my prick to say: "No, husband. If you allow me clandestine thrills, why should I not allow you the same privilege? Mayhap I can also perceive you as you stuff your sweet peter into another cleft. I have never seen a man and woman fuck ere now - only the farm animals, and I would fain observe closely as you screw Sarah."
Her tongue darted back around my head, to nestle tickling in the tiny mouth of my peter as she began to suck lustily upon it, now sliding down her mouth, now lifting it to run her tongue about the ridged head. I hunched and held her head, humped as I forced the length of my cock farther back into her velvet throat. I have often fucked my dear wife in the face thusly, and each time I enjoy it as much as the time that passed before.
Said I, panting a bit: "We shall come around to that, mayhap - each observing the other as we screw. But for the nonce, it may be better to move with caution. I know not how Pa will feel, if he is told that I have been fucking the pussy he claimed as his own for so many years."
Busily, Rachel sucked upon my prick, caressing my balls and my buttocks, even fingering lightly over my bum. I clutched her head tightly and rammed it into her throat, feeling the rush of my gooders climb along my legs and thighs to race over my tight belly until they concentrated in my lunging rod and forced themselves joyously but of the spitting mouth. I discharged bucking and humping into my dear wife's hot throat and mouth, and she nibbled light teeth around the base of my pulsing staff as I pumped the smaller following into her lips also. Swallowing then, she tenderly took her lips from about me, kissing the slick end of my rod as she allowed me to slide back down and lie beside her. I kissed her darling lips, and tasted my own juices there.
Then said she: "Your Pa had might as well go along, else he will get no more of my cunnie nor will I ever gratify him as I have just pleased you. I am certain he will crave mightily to screw me again, and often, as he is not yet too familiar with my pussy, much less my other pleasures. If your Ma tells him she has lain for her own son, he dare not go wrathful, lest he lose his new toy. I suspect Pa will accept the news as have I, with both joy and understanding, for it can but mean that the four of us will have more ecstasies than had we ever felt ere now."
I kissed her again, and gave her my tongue to suck upon. Then I withdrew it and spoke to her of the things that might well be in the offing for all of us, for Rachel and Pa and Ma and me. One watch the other, said I, mayhap together then - Pa and her seeing Ma and me do it all naked together and humping for all we are worth; Ma and me watching you get it put to you by Pa; mayhap we can all do it together then, each eyeing the other getting screwed. And once we are accustomed to each other, to the newness of being bawdy in sight of our mates, then can come about the delights of exchanging one for the other - Pa screwing you awhile as I screw Ma - then he and I exchanging positions and I putting my peter in where his has just left, whilst he fucks the cleft I have only departed. The possibilities are endless, I told Rachel, and she trembled in the anticipation of delights neither of us had yet been fortunate enough to know.
We whispered long into the night, and I diddled my dear spouse with my fingers once more, ere we fell into a deep and wearied slumber. I dreamed of screwing my dam, and of fucking my own wife in turn; I saw them - in my dreams - kissing each other and putting their heads between each other's legs, whilst I moved from one to the other in turn, inserting my rod in a black-haired pussy for a number of strokes, then removing it to find the brown and grey-haired pussy for an equal number of lunges.
I trembled in sensual gladness, as erotic image after lewd picture marched across my sleeping eyelids. Would my hot dam be eager to mouth my organ in that matchless intimacy? I knew I would be avid to taste of her cunnie.
Rachel - would dear Rachel give the merry caresses of her mouth and throat to Pa's large peter, and would he go down between those spread and silken thighs to tongue and suck upon her dainty and appetizing pussy?
All these things I wanted to know, and craved mightily to witness; I wished also to discuss these events with Pa, to hear him discourse learnedly upon the merits of my wife's cunt as opposed to the workings of my mother's pussy, to listen as he told of the fuckings and suckings and bungholdings. I needed most his approval of my screwing, to hear him compliment me upon a fucking well done, be it with his own wife or with mine.
Other faces moved through the fever of my colorful dreams - the mother of my wife, cheerful and plump Audrey Allen, but one year older than my own dam, and a widow many years without a man in her bed; I saw the face of my dear sister, lovely Susan Ballard, whose body had I lusted after when we were children together; I saw the young girls dancing naked past the still wagons, and the young boys cavorting after them with stiff young peckers sticking out in joyful thrusting.
I woke just after dawn, with sweat beading my cheeks and with my well-worked peter standing tall and hard. Dressing silently and taking care not to disturb my yet sleeping wife, she who had been screwed three times on the yesterday by Pa, and had by her own husband as well, I slipped from the Conestoga and made a way into the brush to relieve myself of the night's accumulation of liquids. As I made water, I stared down at my tool, and thought how it had been so recently into the tightly hot cunnies of two women, and thence into the mouth of one.
Returning to the wagons, I beheld others stirring about, and saw Ma approaching our fire with a pot of seasoned beans that she has soaked and slowly cooked by the coals last night. The children were just leaving their covers and departing into the brush for their own relief. Ma placed the pot of beans upon our fire and whispered her news to me.
"Last night," said she, "after your Pa came slipping into the wagon like an old hound, I drank corn with him a while ere I set to playing with his body. He sprang upright in a trice, though I did not expect it so soon after his packing your wife - and three times, did I hear he stuck her."
I smiled at her. "That he did, while I managed but one screw with you and another with Rachel, although she did take me to mouth after I diddled her by hand a time or two."
"Well," said Ma, glancing about to make certain she was not being overheard by anyone, most of all the children, "well, once your Pa got randy once more and mounted me, I waited until he was well into his hammering ere I spoke to him of what we - what you and I - did yester eve upon the river sands."
I breathed deeply and saw where Rachel was climbing down from our wagon. "And what said he?"
Ma smiled and patted my arm. "No need to fear, lad. First I told him you had come upon him atwixt your own wife's legs, and watched as he screwed his own daughter-in-law. With his rod buried in my cunnie-and you may wager that I held him tight - there was aught he could do but hear me out. I told him if it was proper for Joe Wilson to screw Rachel Wilson, then it was also proper for Zack Wilson to screw Sarah Wilson, and could he deny the truth of that?"
Ma bent to stir the beans whilst Rachel slipped off to make her toilet. The children came back and I sent them right back off to gather dry twigs to hot the fire for breakfast. Ma said quickly, while all were gone: "Pa held still atop me, then stroked his rod back and forth into my cunnie and laughed aloud. Said he: 'A chip off the old stump, Zack is; to think of him hieing to put meat to his own dam, after seeing me stuff it to his wife.' He then spoke of what a pleasing hot screw Rachel be, and of what things we might do together, once we had a mind to it, and to more familiar use of each other's bodies."
I let out my breath. "Said he so? Then all is well, Ma. I told Rachel as I said I would, and she is no whit jealous of you and me fucking each other. She is too excited by the feel of Pa's rod, by that big prick new to her cunnie, and wishes to play more with it, as the chance arises. She also desires to view us, you and me, as we do it in passion."
"Does she now?" Ma asked. "Often have I craved of the same, myself, but deemed it unseemly for an old woman to speak out so."
"Not old," said I gallantly, "but seasoned. Never have I screwed a more pleasing cunt than yours, Ma; it is tight and hot, and silken inside as any young girl's. I would screw it again and again, in all the ways I know, and kiss it deeply."
She blushed and lifted a hand to touch her brown and grey hair. "Hush, lad; such compliments will turn my head. I did enjoy your young peter yester eve, and would have it inside me again. Tonight, then; I will tell your Pa to make way to your wagon after the camp sleeps, and you do come to our Conestoga, so you and me may take up our screwing again, whilst your Pa packs his eager staff into the equally ready cunnie of darling Rachel. I have always loved your wife, lad - now I love her even more."
Said my wife Rachel, approaching from the brush beside the wagon: "And I love you, Ma." Coming very close, she took my dam's face between her hands and bussed her full upon the lips, saying afterward, "You are beautiful and warm, and do I but please both your husband and son so well as you are able to, I will be content."
Ma stroked my wife's cheek. "And do I content them so well as my beautiful daughter-in-law, so will I be grateful. Hush, now - for the children return. I will go."
The children brought twigs and we heated the blaze, stirred it into leaping flames that would soon fall back to glowing coals for the frying of the soaked salt meat. Rachel fell to work making pone and set it upon the coals in a black iron skillet, whilst our older daughter Sally busied herself putting the "coffee" on to boil, though truth was none of us had known the taste of real coffee since the war began. Long had we been drinking of a brew made from chicory and roasted acorns, but we could not be particular. We sometimes mixed the dried herbs Ma had brought into the drink, and so strengthened our tastes.
We ate well that morning - fried fatback and the spicy beans Ma had brought to our fire, the false coffee and corn pone, served piping hot so that it steamed toothsomely as it broke. We had no butter for it, but sopped the crusts into the pan where the salt pork had cooked.
For dinner there might be prairie partridge, did the dogs point any, or grouse, or mayhap a whitetail deer. Surely, now that we had not seen another traveler for weeks, there would be an unwary cottontail waiting our guns, or a possum to shake from his sleep in a tree, or fox squirrels to bring down on the fly as they skipped from limb to limb overhead. Pan bread and sorghum, and greens to go with, and no man could ask better fare.
I watched our children, Rachel's and mine, as they ate with gusto, then fell to without complaint to fill the water barrel and wash up the tin plates at the river, using sand in lieu of soap to cut the remaining grease from the surfaces. I saw how Sally moved with a sweet grace that was much like her mother's, and how little Willa bounced joyfully along on her chores. Our son John tried to walk like a man, and at thirteen, he was close to being one. I wondered then, how close, and bethought me that were I his age, I would already be at the tail of his cousin Gayle, the fourteen-year-old daughter of Rachel's sister and her husband Sam Leroy.
Had he already been at the girl? If so, could not my own daughters have fallen prey to the twin Tom? I shook my head; perhaps so; perhaps not. In the veins of our children raced the hot passions of not only Rachel and myself, hot and lusty though that heritage be, but also there moved within the children the carnal lusts of their grandparents, the powerful urges of Joe and Sarah Wilson. If these two had bequeathed me their own powerful amours, it stood to reason they had also passed on a stirring to their grandchildren.
My boy then, could easily have been at both Gayle and the twin girl Helen, thought I. Or - but no, I supposed; they were all too young, on the face of it. I brought my thoughts back to the night which would come to us, to the dark wherein I would ease into my father's wagon, and he would come calling to mine. This night would I crawl to my dam again, with no thought of hurry, and I would screw and suck her to my heart's content. My sire would so rut upon my wife, mayhap nuzzling his beard atwixt her warm, soft thighs, whilst she took his huge rod to mouth. It would be a night of nights for us all, made all the more pleasing by the knowledge that each of us would be full aware of what was happening to the other.
We had given tacit permission to each other - my Pa his consent for me to fuck Ma; myself my agreement for Pa to fuck Rachel. And the women did so approve - nay - urge both Pa and me to prick the other female. Were ever two hardy men so fortunate?
Thus thought I as we prepared the wagon trail for departure and the travels of another day. I considered myself among the luckiest of men at that moment, not dreaming how this beginning was only the start of many adventures to come, that my good fortune would continue to grow, to increase with each passing mile left behind us on this trail to the west.
For the time was fast nearing when I would be thrilled in other fashions, by other women and girls, and in methods I had not bethought myself in my most vivid dreamings. This trail west was to be the start of a totally new life for us all, for every person on the train, young and old alike. It had already begun for us, when my Pa succeeded in getting between the spread legs of my heretofore true wife; it progressed farther when I all but forced my Ma to accept the rodding of my own rigid prick there upon the golden river bank. It would grow this night, with the hot couplings that awaited us, and spring on from there.
CHAPTER THREE
PA WAVED A FRIENDLY HAND to me ere he moved out ahead on scout that morn, and gladly I waved back. Starting the wagons on their way, I fell back behind them to take my rear guard position, long gun balanced upon my lap as my riding mule walked along in the tracks, head bobbing and ears alert for threatening sounds. Old Blue, one of the hounds, trudged behind me also, ranging into the brush from time to time as the wagons creaked far ahead of us and I bethought me of the events of yesterday.
The day was a long one, broken only by my cold dinner at a spring, with the mule tethered on a long line so it could graze upon the new grass. I ate of pan bread and cold pork, with a salted baked potato and a slice of raw onion, and followed this simple but refreshing meal with a draught of bubbling spring water. Catching up the mule, I followed the tracks once more, stopping often to list behind me, and from time to time to wait beyond a trail turning in ambush should some unwary savages be following of our party.
None such came, and I was eager with anticipation for supper time to arrive, and the wagons to draw up in camp, and the fires to be banked, for I could scarce contain myself in my desires to be once more at the gray-haired pussy of my dam, to be partaking again of the slippery delights therein.
As all things must, the day at last terminated, and I was most happy to be with the family around the fire, wolfing down my portion of the rabbit stew and devouring the pone with gusto, for I would be needing of my strength that night. Holding myself in abeyance, although with difficulty, I joined in the singing around the fire, noting with absent calculation how lovely was the face of my elder daughter Sally with the firelight playing upon it.
But I could think of little except the trembling thighs that would await me, little except the teats and belly and tight little arse of my dam. The older women had all gone to the nearby streams to wash away the dust of the day's travel, whilst my brother-in-law Roger Ballard did sentry duty off a few paces in the dark.
With this new stimulation driving me, I found time to wonder did Roger use his duty as excuse to slip over and peek at the bare bodies of the women bathing, and if he did thusly, which of the females would be his favorite to lust after. My own wife, thought I proudly, with the water agleam upon her shining black cunnie hairs, with her high nipples wet with soap bubbles and her darling arse twitching in that maddening way she has about her.
Roger Ballard, did he sneak looks at the women, would surely desire most earnestly to get his hardened pecker into lovely Rachel, were she but to offer him only half the chance. I stared into the dying fire as the children betook themselves off to their pallets beneath the wagon, and I thought also of Sam Leroy, husband to my wife's sister Martha.
Sam Leroy stood watch also, turn and turn about with Roger. Would he then have peeped at the women and girls at their ablutions, watched them as they soaped and rinsed, seen the sunset gleam off their rounded haunches and play into the damp hairs between their legs? Had he ached for the caress of their buttocks, the hot contractions of their varied and mysterious pussies?
And the boys - my own son John, and the twin Tom Tumly, a mite the older - had they aspirations that went beyond playing with their young rods? Might not they too be panting after the girls - Sally and Helen and Gayle and even little Willa? It could be, that so imbued with the hot passions of their forebears, that they lusted heartily after the older women, would dip their young and inexperienced wicks into those more trained and so more desirable cunts about them, that their sires and other kinfolk were packing almost nightly.
I took me a deep breath and followed that with a revivifying swallow or two of the potent corn. Many were the possibilities that began to race through my fevered mind. If Pa and me had turned so easily and happily to the fucking of each other's wives, what was to prevent us doing the same to daughters and sisters and the like? Only the content of the women and the approval of their husbands, and that should not be too difficult for us to secure. Rachel would help, thought I - dear, hotly palpitating Rachel, so ready and eager for the pricking.
The women came chittering back from their baths, and I saw Pa lift from near his wagon and come to sit with me. Offering him my jug, I also presented some tobacco (the blend of home dried growth that is mixed with the Indian weed kinnikinnick for going farther) and waited until he filled his pipe.
Then Pa said, "Well, son; seems like you and me have got right down to it."
"Seems like," I agreed.
He nodded and had another pull at the jug. "That's a heap of woman you got yourself, that Rachel woman. Said that first time I clapped eyes to her."
"You got a heap of woman yourself," said I.
Pa laughed out loud. "Now you know that, eh? Well, I expect tit for tat is only right and proper. Or tit for tail, if that be the case. I expect to have me a fine time with your wife tonight, son; want to put it to her some different ways."
"Whilst I do the same to Ma," said I. "Any special thing you do to her she might like me to copy? Any special way of screwing, that is?"
Pa shook his head. "Your ma likes her meat any way she can get it - round the back, upside down, any way. A passionate female, your ma - but no more so than Rachel, eh? Your wife flat out eats up a man's pecker, kind of sucks it into her right deep and then clamps down on it, kind of. But I suppose you be right familiar with her actions there, after screwing her so oft these past years."
I tapped the jug and passed it back to him as Rachel came by us, nodding but briefly ere she ducked into the wagon with a flushed cheek and downcast eyes. Pa drank and grinned.
"Damn me," he said, "but the waggle of that ass can set me to bulging my trousers every time I see it go by. Atwixt you and me, we can fair satisfy that waggling ass and hot cunnie, eh? As we can fair cram your ma's box full."
"Pa," I said, thoughtfully, "there be others about who may need such a packing. Like Susan Ballard and Martha Leroy, and mayhap my wife's ma herself, Audrey Allen."
He stared at me, craggy face still and firelight ashine upon his grey hair. Then said he around his pipe stem, "And still others as well, eh? Like my granddaughters, and Gayle Leroy, and the twin girl. A plentitude of pussy, lad, do we not frighten it away into the woods."
"Aye," said I, and smiled back at him as we thought together of all the juicy screwing awaiting us, did we move with care. Then he said something about not keeping Rachel waiting too long, and shook my hand ere he slipped quickly into my wagon to bed himself down with my passionate wife.
I went around the fire and approached Pa's wagon from the off side, careful not to disturb the pallet of Audrey Allen, where it lay beneath the wagon wheels. Gently then, I climbed into the dark beneath the canvas and stripped swiftly from my clothing while my staff rose hard and straight and throbbed hungrily in my hand as I caressed it a moment.
She lay warmly for me beneath the quilts, naked and soft as love itself. I kissed her some on the mouth and slipped in my tongue, then lowered my attention to her teats. Drawing one nipple atwixt my teeth, I did but nip it slightly, and heard her indrawn gasp of pleasure. I sucked upon it then, as had I when but a mewling babe, and moved from one hard nipple to the other in turn, reveling in the tastes and shapes and feel of them.
Ma stroked my head as I slipped my face lower and licked adoringly along her rib cage, down to the smooth belly flat as any virgin's, and when I ran the tip of my probing tongue into her navel hole, she squirmed most pleasingly and moaned lightly above me.
I dipped yet lower, sliding my hands around to cup those tight little buttocks, to hold and slightly spread those firm and shapely cheeks so as to allow me better entrance to the heavenly mound betwixt her trembling thighs. I kissed the curling hairs upon that rise of Venus, and rubbed my cheek into them as she twisted and turned in need of further caress.
I gave it to her, by pressing my face full on into that hairy cleft, so that I felt the encirclement of her thighs about my head. My tongue pressed right on up into that delightful slit, easing in between those soft lips and on into the sweet hot dewiness of her pussy itself. Ah, but it was a thrill to nuzzle there, to lick in and out of that ever-slickening hole, to taste the heat and the excitement and the spiced flavors of my dam's cunnie. I chewed tenderly at the lips, and at the inner gates, and with my darting tongue, found the button of joy which stood tall and alert as a little sentry.
I caressed it with my tongue, then pressed harder with my mouth to at last suck it in between my delicately holding teeth. There I sucked upon it and rolled its dainty length lovingly, until ma began to hunch and to heave, to clench her fingers into my hair and to thrust her hairy pelvis tighter to my willing face, to squeeze my head atwixt her clamping thighs.
Her breath came loud and ragged, and my rod swelled to an aching hardness as ma gave a final, twisting hump and got her gooders with my mouth upon her joy button. Ah, breathed she, and ahh, again, as she fell to stroking my hair and to rolling her belly in slow tick-tockings as I still licked pleasingly into her now-steaming cleft so generously oiled by her liquids.
Gently then, she urged me up her body, and I know she would have most happily returned the loving by mouth, since I had gratified her so deeply by that method. But no; I would have none of that fashion as yet; there would be time and enough for such later. Now I wanted my adoring prick to know once more the cupping depth, the hot tightness and slippery caress of her box.
Sensing the desperate urgency of my overwhelming need, my ma grasped my throbbing peter with one quivering hand, and guided its flexing head deftly to the entrance of her amorous pussy. I felt it press against the lipped opening of her hole, felt the grey and brown hairs caress it but briefly, ere gave I a mighty hunch and forced it raging into the eager sheath so heated and bubbly from the love I had given it but moments before.
Ma fastened her mouth to mine, and her racing tongue reached through my opened teeth to find and caress my own tongue, to thusly taste the flavors of her own damp cunnie still lying there in my throat and smeared upon my lips.
Ahh! My prick penetrated full into her pussy, driving home with a grinding thrust that buried it balls-deep into that slick and tightly rapturous cup of love. Ahh! I felt her hairy cleft come against my sac, and clenched my fingers deeply into the soft cheeks of her wriggling ass as I began to slide my pecker back and forth in that worshipping cunnie from whence I had come, that satiny pussy my sire had so often spurted his frothing gooders into. Ahh - so wondrous, so hot, so oily, so fuckable!
I stroked and ground; I hunched in excited devotion and withdrew in thrilled and ardent love. So sweetly clenching, that matured pussy; so squirming about the strength and hammering of my rod as I fed it to her in long and filling strokes. Ahh - but ma dearly loved to be fucked, especially by her adoring and lustful son; she especially delighted in cavorting upon that prick that had so many years been forbidden for her screwing, though she was later to confess to me that long had she craved to know its impaling touch.
Gasping, she transferred her mouth from my tongue to my ear, and whispered into it as she screwed me most vigorously. "My son, my lad," she murmured in fevered passion, "oh, but that does thrill your poor old dam so much! Ahh, Ohh! I thrill to the head of your thrusting peter as it knocks upon the very entrance to my womb, as it fills my aged pussy to the brim and to the depth, and I delight in the swinging caress of your balls as they slap loving against the crack of my arse. Oh! Ahh! Do you put it ever more strongly to your poor mother, lad. Oh-ahh! Do you fuck your poor dam until I cannot breathe from joy. Oh! I am being well screwed, well and lovingly fucked. Oh - yes, yes, stick it deep to me, strong to me, fuck me so that I faint - but no! No - first I discharge! Oh yes - I - discharge!"
So crying out the last word too loudly, my darling ma fell back whilst I yet hammered my ever swelling prick deeper and more grinding into that beloved pussy as it turned even more wet and greasy with her juices of love. Then I too fired my meaty long gun, and, thrilled, shuddering to the pumping geyser of my semen as it thundered against the mouth of her womb, as it further oiled and creamed the length and breadth of that tight, hot hole.
We lay panting together, kissing each other's mouths and throats, and gently twisting together as the ebbs and waves of our passions moved thrilling over our sweated bodies. I spoke adoring to her, and told her of my sensual love that she now owned, as well as my filial love, which now seemed minor in comparison.
"Dear ma," I spoke her, "oh, my heart's love and the delight of my peter. You are a magnificent screw, a most soft and fragile fuck, yet not truly fragile, for there is a strength to your tight pussy, and a power in the flooding of your mature juices."
"Thank you, lad," said she. "I thought me my aged box would mayhap turn dry, that it would not be as luscious as the pussy of your darling wife. It is good to hear that you are joyful in its use, that I thrill you in fucking as might any young maiden."
"Better, darling mama," said I, "since your sweet cunt is most especial for me. I have wanted to screw it since I knew of screwing, and I have dreamed of being between your legs as I now am. Therefore, it is far better for me to fuck with you than with any other cunt in the wide world. Let me adore you, ma; allow me to worship you as you deserve. Ask me what you will, and I will strive to fill your every need."
"We have the long night before us," said she, nibbling at my chest and licking lightly, tantalizingly over my tit nipples. "Let us then screw to our fashions, each with the other - but I will yet take you to mouth, lad, as you pleasured me so wildly when first you crawled into the coverlets. But - shhh! - It may be that the violence of our blendings has awakened dear Audrey Allen. It would be unseemly for her to know it is not my own husband who keeps his hard peter locked so charmingly within my cunnie, but my son, instead. We must be quieter, lad."
"Yes," I agreed, and slowly, tenderly removed my prick from its hot, wet sheath. I put in my hand and diddled her for awhile then, knowing that this pause between screwings could be used thusly to make a woman ever more hot by bringing her to discharge through using the fingers, which I did, deftly and amorously.
I thought of what my wife and Pa were doing at that moment, and sighed for want of watching them. Time would come, thought I, when both ma and myself could eye what would transpire atwixt such a horny master screwer and a woman whose hot and willing arse made it possible for her to keep apace with him.
But I swiftly turned my closest attention to the fervent affection with which my dam was working her hand and fingers over my rod, slick though it was from her juices and mine combined. I lay beside her as she began to diddle me, nor did I cease the manipulations of her own cunnie, fingering and feeling into it with a constant and teasing rhythm.
"Lad," she whispered, ceasing rubbing my pecker ere it was ready to spit a gathering load, "lad, have you oft had it by the back door, in the bung? It has been long since such a method was mine, for your sire's peter is too thick, but if you so desired -" As she murmured, she was guiding the spongy head of my rod betwixt her legs, but on past the sweetly curly and dewy hairs of her mound of Venus. Instead, she set it against another spot, an equally warm but far tighter entrance into her body. Indeed, her bung was so closed I felt 'twould be well-nigh onto impossible to force my staff into its confines, although I very much wished such entrance.
"A moment, lad," she whispered, and felt around outside the covers until her searching hand found what she wanted. "Goose grease," said she into my ear as she drew one leg over my hip and set her arse into perfect position whilst she smeared my staff generously with the slippery mixture. "Now, lad - push gently but firmly, and it will slide inside inch by lovely inch."
She was correct; with the addition of the grease, her bung could be penetrated. It grew softer and more supple against my thrusting head, and soon I was able to work it delicately inside between those tight cheeks. One inch, tenderly and as she squirmed to fit her hole around me, tight and thrilling and adoringly another, with the hot clamp of her bowel all around me, tight and thrilling and adoringly intimate. I was going in where my Pa had not been, because his peter was thicker than mine by so much; I was easing the full length of my prick into my dam's arsehole.
There; it was buried in her, full to the hilt, and her bung was stretched clinging about my pecker from head to balls. Made slicker by the goose grease, I began to move gently back out, thence to stroke it into her, caressing the shape of her firm buttocks with both hands as my aching staff worked in and out, in and out.
Only twice had I bunged my own wife thusly. She was fair agreeable to receiving a peter in such fashion, provided I took care not to injure her, but she confessed that she much preferred it inside her cunnie, and would only allow me to use her bung to please me from time to time. So I had desisted, but now I was beginning to lay it into my dam's bung with a goodly ferver, entranced and enraptured by the feel of the tight, constricting sleeve that fitted so hot and snug about my prick.
"Ahh," said ma, "and ahh, ahh - so long since I have been screwed in such a fashion. Back your belly, lad, so I may slip my hand into my quiff and diddle myself whilst you pack my bowel. Ah yes, this is the fashion - I diddle me as you fuck me."
Suiting her actions to her words, she began to vigorously finger inside her pussy, grinding it against my belly with her hand trapped atwixt us as I stroked faster and faster into her gripping bung. Hunching to her spread buttocks, I gave a long and shivering lunge, then loosed my release into her bowels, twisting and grunting as my peter continued to spit forth its flooding of semen. Ma quivered and bucked her pelvis, and I heard her low moan as she diddled herself to a matching discharge.
We lay panting together again, melting with love, sweaty with adoration; we kissed each other's eyes and throats and mouths and allowed our tongues to caress tips for a gentle space. I was delirious with a warmly sweet ecstasy; I had been into that honeyed cunt with tongue and prick; I was even now yet locked into that forbidden bunghole, going limp as the moments passed.
I asked it of her as she stroked my cheek and fingered under my arms: "Ma - you said Pa had never been able to bung you, barred from such joy by the thickness of his peter. But you have before been screwed in such a method?"
Tenderly, she moved her arse, so that my pecker slipped easily and greasily out, her re-tightening bung nipping it a final kiss as the head of it departed her bowel. "Yes," said she, "but not by your Pa. Many years hence, when we were but children, my dear brother and I began to play with each other. We were mightily feared of making me pregnant, so we would not allow him the joys of my cunnie. Instead, we used our mouths upon each other's organs, gaining rapture thusly, without the danger. Yet he had to put his sweet thing into my body, so we managed to stretch my bung for him. Until now, I have not had a peter inside it again."
So; my dam had screwed her own brother when she was but a lass. Interesting, thought I, even though they had not fucked properly, staff inside pussy. It was interesting because it gave clue to the passions boiling inside her, the lascivious carnality she had passed along to me. And to her other child, my sister? I thought this should be the case.
She whispered to me of how exciting it was, for one to screw one's own blood, and the closer the kinship tie, the better the screwing, she believed. It was proved now by the ecstasy we felt, she said, and she mourned that we had waited so long to consummate our sensual love.
"Ma," said I, holding her close, so that my belly felt the wet hairs of her cunnie crisply against it, "ma - this travel seems to have somehow stirred us all into daring, into a reaching out for forbidden fruits we were too coward to grasp ere now. I am mighty pleased to hold you so, greatly inspired to feel your pussy intimate upon my peter, to know the tight depth of your bung, and I would soon know the ultimate caress of your lips, also. But there is naught to hold us now, from screwing as we will."
"Naught," she agreed, "but still I wish we had known this joy earlier, when you were much younger, and I was much less apt to tire."
I petted her hair and kissed her ear. "You may still have the pleasures of a very young peter. There are several about - Tom Tumly's, John Wilson's are the youngest, but the staffs of Roger Ballard and Sam Leroy are not old. There is naught to prevent your enjoying them all, ma, and fucking them to your heart's content."
Then I began to outline to her a plan I had scarcely thought of myself, to talk out an idea that had just begun to form in my thoughts. Why not, asked I, why should ma not have all the staffs she desired - mine and Pa's, and the four other peters on this wagon train. Surely, she could be most blissful, could she change about from peter to peter, young and old, thick and thin, large and small. Six peckers would most certainly give her all the pleasures she was so well entitled to enjoy, did we but come upon this scheme to bring all the travelers of this amazingly fortunate family into the net of our debauchery.
"All?" she gasped, and I felt that the thought thrilled her. "Men and women alike, girls and boys?"
"Why not?" I persisted. "You have yourself said that the closer the blood ties, the sweeter the screwing. You may then fuck all males - aye, and any of the females that please you - whilst I fairly get to put the meat to my own sister, and to my own daughters in turn. Think you that little Willa is too young and small for the fucking?"
She chuckled lightly in the dark and stroked my limp pecker. "Any blood of mine and your Pa's is born ready to screw, be it male or female. Mayhap you should have looked to your older girl ere now, for I wager she has already known a boy's peter inside her young pussy; the Tumly lad is not remiss."
"Well," said I, "'twill only have made her cunnie stretched enough for my pleasures - and Pa's as well. You think my plan is a good one, then? First, I will set my dear Rachel to seduce the men, both Sam and Roger, and I will give them one time to enjoy the exquisite thrills of her pussy without bother, but the second time, I will let them know they are discovered."
"And so put them in position where they may not complain of their own wives' infidelity? Mayhap you will also have to let the wives know of their husbands' betrayal, lest they will not screw you in revenge." Ma made a goodly point, and continued to say that Pa should be set loose to seduce the younger ones, or either of the older women who were shy about taking a new peter.
"Your Pa," she said, "will be like a wolf let loose in a lambing yard, and though I say it myself, the randy old stud can beguile most any female, given time and the opportunity."
We spoke of giving the other men my daughter - once she had been brought into the gathering proper, once dear Sally had been fucked by myself and Pa - so that Sally's possession would loosen their holds on their own offspring. It was with a gathering excitement that I began to make love to my dam, but now she would not allow me to enter in the conventional manner; she would instead take me to mouth, so that there would be no entrance to her hot and willing body that I would not know.
I lay upon my back in the dark of the wagon, and listened to the lonely howl of a coyote outside on the prairie, whilst the searching mouth of my dam roamed teasing over my chest. She nipped and sucked upon my nipples, and I had not known such tantalizing caresses ere she gave them to me.
She slipped her head down my heaving belly, and ran her tongue lapping into my navel dent, taunting me so that I almost cried out in eagerness, but remembered the other woman sleeping 'neath the Conestoga and held my peace.
Suddenly her warm lips were upon the throbbing head of my staff, sliding over it, kissing and breathing and as she caressed it thusly, she stroked the length of it with her fingers and fondled the sac wherein my balls flinched with anticipation. She placed her lips over the head, slipped them down to take the flexing head full into her mouth. I stroked her hair as she licked around the opening before forcing the tip of her active tongue into it for a thrilling moment.
She began to pull upon it then, sliding farther down until she had taken the entire length of my peter into her mouth, pulling it past her teeth and over her tongue, to nestle its head far back into the velvet confines of her throat. Ah, but it was good, good, and the thrilling ecstasy was unimaginable as she sucked lovingly upon my rod, and moved her head back and forth so as to build an adoring rhythm upon it.
I held tightly to her dear head and began to hunch it into her lips, to push my balls against her chin and to feed the head of it sliding and twisting into the satin cupping of her throat. She sucked and pulled, and kneaded my sac and fingered around my bum until she had inserted one fingertip into my bunghole. The pressure built up along my spine and inside my thighs, and the sweetness grew until I felt the great and heaving wrench as my discharge came roaring out of and pumped itself into her sucking mouth. My head spun and my mind leaped whirling into a near faint.
It was done, then. I had possessed her in all the ways it was possible to have a woman - cunnie and bung and mouth. She would at some time diddle me off, and that would be the full circuit.
I fell asleep, but not for long. Ma woke me with gentle shakes and a kiss, so that I might sneak from the wagon ere it was too light and I might be seen. I also had to send my Pa back to his proper bed, so as not to shock the others before we were ready to draw them into our mutual debauchery. It was yet dark when I stepped down from the Conestoga, and I glanced up at the stars to calculate the time, with the far-off aid of a sinking moon. Two by the clock, thought I, and made to ease around the wagon and make my way to my own true bed. Pa should be screwed down by now, and fast asleep in the arms of my wife.
I, too, was drained, but gleefully so, relaxed and warmed by my recent exertions and amours that I was almost in a dream state as I entered the brush. After only a few steps, I drew up short, shocked into full awareness by a form that rose almost out of the earth before me. My knife was out and lancing up when the voice stopped me.
"Joe Wilson!" The voice was but a thin hiss, but piercing nonetheless. "The entire night, you spent doing it to her - and so loudly, too. While I have been waiting out here for your embrace for so -" She had been drawing near me, and as I put up my blade, her face was near to mine. I recognized Audrey Allen at the same moment she knew me, and surprise swayed us both. "Well!" said she, "not the old goat at all, but the kid. But - in that wagon? Why - that means - that means you have been screwing of your own dam! Zachariah Wilson - how - how -" I put my hand over her mouth, lest its flapping waked the camp. "Hush, woman. Be not shocked, for you admit you waited in the night for a screwing by Joe Wilson. Is that the act of a saint or a virgin? I think not."
She nodded, and moved closer to stand near me and whisper softly once more. "Yes - I have lain for Joe Wilson, and I will again. I am still a warm and loving woman, far from ready for my grave. But I thought - the idea of a man and his own dam -"
"Should interest you," said I, "if you but cease your prudery and think upon it for a space. Where think you Joe Wilson is at this time, since he is not in his own bed, between the legs of his own wife? In my bed, Audrey Allen, and between the legs of my wife. It would seem all the women on this train are warm and loving - including your daughter and my mother, to say naught of my father, since he is most obviously male and studdish."
"Oh," hissed she, "then the old goat is putting his thing to my girl?"
"And my wife," I reminded her. "It is late, Audrey Allen and I would hurry to my own bed for a bit of rest."
"Wait," she said, putting a hand upon my arm. "I have long wondered how it would be with the man who married my girl, for Rachel has a smug look upon her face and a morning smile upon her lips, as if she had rutted the night long. Are you so anxious to sleep that you will not spare a few moments of love for the mother of your wife?"
So speaking tenderly, she pressed herself against my body, and she was clad only in a thin nightgown. Her generous teats pushed to my lower chest, and the fullness of her plump thighs caressed mine. "Well," said I, "I can do no less than my Pa would do for you, then. Wait but a bit until I uncover Pa's jug and build my strength with some corn."
Ah, she sighed, and brought forth a blanket which she spread upon the grass. Tired I was, and drained as I bespoke, but yet was I becoming excited over the prospect so near at hand of doing service to my wife's plump mother. I found Pa's jug and tapped it with eagerness, needing its fire and power to bring me to the proper urgency.
It was true that I had looked upon Audrey Allen with favor, and that I had watched the play of her rounded buttocks beneath her skirt, for it was from this movement that my wife's own sensual walk had sprung. I had also seen the goodly size and shape of Audrey's teats, and thought that a man could merrily pillow his head between them and draw sustenance aplenty from such magnificent nipples.
So I sat with her upon the green sward and played with her breasts whilst she teased my bedraggled cock into lifting itself slowly for her edification. "Ah," breathed Audrey Allen, "but that is a remarkable peter - not so thick as your sire's, but a mite longer, I should think. A long, slim peter is a work of art, say I. Kiss my nipples, Zachariah Wilson, and feel here of your mother-in-law's cleft - my mound is soft and overly hairy, your Pa says, but he blesses it for its thick bush each time he packs his large peter inside it. A plump woman is a warming woman, Zachariah - a woman built for comfort and screwing. Have at it, lad - bring your peter nearer and so -" With a deft twist, she threw a leg over my body and drew the end of my hard but protesting rod to the entrance of her mound. It was, as she bespoke, amazing soft and haired so thick and deep that I had me trouble finding a way through to the waiting slit.
But once found, the opening was hot and dewy, and drew me into it almost with a gulp. Her cunnie was larger than ma's or Rachel's, but filled with a goodly amount of sloshing fluids, and so very comforting to screw. I pushed and pulled it inside her sheath, and the dear woman was so grateful for the feel of my rod that she twisted and turned her plump arse every which way to enjoy the stroking to the fullest.
She hissed steadily into my ear and pressed my willing face deeply into the fleshy pillows of her heaving teats. "Oh," said she, "oh, my darling lad - what a mighty thrust you have, and what a dear stabbing peter I feel. Your bag, lad - it slides along my cunnie lips and fondles the crack of my bung. Your peter goes deep, deeper than your father's meat, deeper than the meat of my departed husband ever reached. Oh," said she "- do take pity upon a poor and lonely widow woman, and screw her well, fuck her so well that she will sleep the rest of this night in love."
So whispering, she got her gooders, and the slippery inner envelope of her contorting pussy grew more fluid, so that it overflowed and laved my swinging balls, so that it soaked my pubic hairs and wet my lower belly with a creamy, juicy dripping that stimulated me to a sudden and penetrating action. I slammed it to her then, reveling in the slippery greasiness of her love juices, sliding about between her wet thighs and into the rain forest of her hairy mound.
My wife's dam could certainly screw, and she put her entire being into it, heaving and grinding and shaking that plump arse to eat up my driving staff, to bite off the tip of its swollen head with the tiny mouth of her nibbling womb. I fucked her hard and long and well, and only with a pounding finish did I discharge my own meager load, for my bag had been drained by my previous exertions.
"Thank you, lad," said she then, "oh, thank you for that lovely screwing, and I would have more of the same, when you have full breath and all your needs about you. May I hope for more on the morrow? You have petered me well, as well or better than your Pa could do, although I do not deny Joe Wilson's prowess in the art of screwing. Now I envy my daughter the more, for owning that lovely peter, for having the use of it night or day."
I kissed her still erect nipple and said to her: "I will fuck you often as I may, Mother Audrey Allen, for your cunt is indeed a soft and buttery wonder that delights me by the slippery abundances of its juices and the plumpness of its lips. There will be much fucking anon in this camp, say I, for each of us will come to share the other's love. Pa has got to Rachel, and I to my dam and to my wife's dam - but only after my Pa opened that entrance, also."
Then I continued and told her of our plans to seduce the camp, and she twitched her pussy upon my softening peter as she agreed with the plot and swore she would help us in any way she might. I spoke to her with love and a dwindled passion, now indeed sated and drained so that I need another pull at the jug of corn to even lift from beneath her thigh and rise to my feet.
"You will be able to help," promised I, and blew her a kiss as I gathered my clothing into a bundle under one arm. "We will set you a task of seduction ere long, Mother Audrey. Sleep well now."
"Content am I - but only for the night," said she, as I hurried into the brush and circled the camp. In my own wagon, I merely shook Pa by the shoulder and asked him to go home ere lying down beside my love-sweated wife, I was that tired.
"Thankee, lad," Pa whispered to me as I lay supine upon the pallet he had used so well to fuck my ravenous Rachel. "Thankee for the waking, and for the use of your lass here. A most willing piece of ass, say I, and more than enough for any two screwers such as you and I. Yessir - a hotter nor more lively cunt have I ever known."
"Night, Pa," I muttered sleepily, and Rachel turned her naked body to mine as my father slipped from out the end canvas and left us be. I felt her teats, but they were flaccid, their nipples at rest. I drew her close and pillowed her head upon my shoulder, slipping out of my shirt so we would be more comfortable.
Her mound pressed lightly upon my belly, and I felt that it was still juicy from its recent fucking, but I could only cup it in one hand and caress it gently, lovingly, as I hazily thought of the good use to which it had been put by my horny Pa.
I drifted to sleep then, recalling but briefly the beautiful pussy I had been into myself - the small, clenching box of my dam, her tight stretched bung, her artistically active lips and tongue. And yet another cunt had been mine to rod - my wife's mother had a most liquid and most hairy cleft that would be my pleasure to enter again, had I the time and place without problem.
We slept well, my often-screwed wife and me, while I dreamed of the uses to which I would put her, starting on the morrow, mayhap, when I would instruct her in the seduction of Roger Ballard, so I might watch that screwing with a pleasure as deep as the thrill my wife would feel at the entrance of a strange prick, and so that I might afterward use the knowledge of that screwing atwixt them to set my own seduction of Roger's wife, my sister Susan.
CHAPTER FOUR
IT WAS MY TURN TO DRIVE wagon, so I sent my boy John up to handle the reins for his aunt Susan whilst Roger Ballard rode rear guard behind the train. There was little hunting to do from that position, but the meat gathering generally fell upon Pa, riding out front. His rifle had been true the day before, for we had more rabbit at breakfast, friend in grease and flour, with pan bread and wild greens and a helping of beans to stick to our ribs throughout the day.
I fell my wagon into line behind the Ballard Conestoga, which followed Ma's lead team; behind me came Sam Leroy and family, some of the children skipping along beside the wagon.
The youngsters would often loosen their muscles in this manner, walking and trotting over the ground whilst the mules plodded on, especially when the animals strained at the tugs going uphill. My own girls were walking back with the twins and Gayle Leroy, so Rachel and I rode the wagon seat and talked. I spoke to her of seducing Roger Ballard that evening, and she agreed 'twould be a most pleasant task, and thanked me for being so good to her as to offer her a new lover in this manner. I petted her thigh and told her I would fain watch the affair, if I but could.
Mayhap, said I, she could arrange to pretend that Roger had dropped his sack dinner and she had discovered it, and would wait behind the train to give it him come noontime. His mule would carry double, and they could catch up with us later (after the screwing, said I, pinching her teat gently). Then, were Rachel to trap him again after supper, away from camp in a direction she would signal me, I could "discover" them together.
"That will give me leverage, should I need it," I thusly explained to my dear wife, "to force Roger into accepting a lover for his own wife, tit for tat. Mayhap, though, when my sweet sister is so informed that her husband is dallying with his sister-in-law, Susan will then seek vengeance against Roger, and will enter gladly into copulation with me, as a method of striking back."
"It is possible," said my darling wife, "that dear Susan will not need more than a modicum of urging, no more than will her man. Have you not noticed the air sensuality among us all, the heightened awareness of beauty and the greater appeal of carnality? The trip, the change of climate, the food - whatever you may lay the blame to - something has made us eager for coupling, anxious to lie together in orgiastic love. I for one am not sorry."
"Nor am I," I agreed. Then I began to tell her of my latest adventure, the screwing I had shared with her mother last night. Rachel gasped in surprise, and listened but a moment ere she broke into my narration with questions.
"Did my mother lie upon her back? Is she hotly passionate? What is her cunnie like? Did she gyrate sensuously upon your staff? Did she speak, beg, plead, cry out? How does she -"
"Hold up," I laughed, and clucked to the mules to bring them closer to the wagon ahead. "Your plump dam enjoys her screwing vastly, and tired though I was from packing my own dam in three different methods, your mother did stimulate me to the point where I enjoyed her. As for her cunnie - never have I felt one so soft, nor known a pussy so thickly and richly haired."
"Oh, how interesting," Rachel breathed, her color deepening. "Tell me more, dear husband; tell me every detail of how you screwed my sweet mother."
"In truth," said I, "there is little to tell, for I was most fatigued and in a hurry to return to our wagon, for I had also to awaken Pa from your arms and have him hie back to his lawful bed, before anyone woke and spied him.
"Yet, I will tell you what transpired between Mother Audrey and myself, mentioning also that your mother's lush cunnie is most liquid, most slippery with a copious amount of love juices let down the moment she is sensually touched. And after she discharges - the overflow has wet my thighs and belly and moistened my entire crotch; fair bubbly she is, and creamy. Her buttocks be plump and comfortable, and her teats - like fleshy pillows, with nipples big as cobs, I swear. A thrilling fuck, all in all, and one I have promised to renew today, and as oft as given the chance."
"How nice," sighed Rachel, "oh how nice that you should prick my dear mother, that you should give her full joy inside her aging cunnie. I would repay you in any method for your kindness, husband, and I would also fain watch you love her thusly, if it would not disturb you."
"Not at all," said I. "I doubt not that knowing you were looking on, would urge me to greater efforts, to titillate you more. We will so arrange it, and if Mother Audrey be at all shy, we will not tell her you will observe."
"You are too good to me," she said, and leaned to kiss my cheek. Then she informed me of the position she had taken during the past night whilst screwing my sire.
Pa had rooted around her bung, said she, but the heft of his large peter made it impossible for him to enter there, so he had contented himself by turning her upon her belly and slipping his meaty staff into her cunnie from behind and atop her, thusly enjoying the caresses of her rounded arse.
After discharge into her hotly wriggling pussy from that position, Pa had lain over upon his own back, and invited her to climb atop him, to ride him like the stud horse he was. So Rachel did, slipping her wet sheath down over his upright rod, that huge and swollen prick, and thusly she screwed until both of them reached their mutually gratifying gooders.
Then he had mouthed her dripping cunnie, telling her to sit upon his face whilst he used tongue and teeth to please her slit and her button of joy. Nothing loath to continue her joys, my sweet wife had twirled her arse around upon Pa's upturned face, so that she might in turn lean over and take his mighty peter into her own lips. Thus both of them had licked and sucked upon the other, and they did discharge together once more in such fashion.
Hearing of all this, told in shyly chosen words that brought the happenings vividly to my mind, I began to raise an erection in my trousers, and shifted uncomfortably upon the seat as I chucked to the mules. Peering down at my lap, my dear wife noticed my condition, and glanced quickly about to see if any eyes were awatching of us. Seeing the children behind the last wagon, and the wagon ahead swaying bumpily along without a backward-looking face, she then placed her apron over my knees and felt inside my trousers until she had brought forth my aching rod.
"Dear heart," said she, lifting a dainty hand to purl sputum into her palm, "I will tell you how I so enjoyed your Pa's fucking, whilst I do diddle your poor peter."
And so she did, sliding her deft fingers up and down my upthrust pecker, keeping her palm and fingers wet and slippery. I shifted my arse from side to side, enjoying the manipulation she gave to me, the caresses and fondling of my rod from spongy head and along the rigid staff and down to the bag.
An accomplished diddler, my wife Rachel, and soon she had me hunching and quivering upon the very verge of getting my gooders. Feeling the tremors shake me, she then quickly thrust her head beneath the spread apron and fastened her mouth over the flexing head of my organ. Sucking mightily upon it, and yet sliding her hand up and down upon my staff, my darling wife drew forth my discharge in a spurting ejaculation, and held her mouth clinging to my throbbing prick until the last drop of semen had been pulled out.
Leaving her apron across my spread knees, she then raised her head and glanced quickly about once more, but none had seen the sweet release she had given me, this wondrous wife, this marvelous bitch to whom I was luckily married. Fortunate man I was, for I could have her any time I so desired, while other men had to wait her pleasure and mine. But I would not be greedy; I would give this delectable and hotly lustful body to any male who rode this train, so that all might know what a true and rousing fuckeress she was, so that less fortunate men might taste the joys of her arse.
I would have her screw any male, promised I to myself, and realized then that such meant not only Pa (who had already been into her pussy and awtixt her pulling lips) but Roger Ballard and Sam Leroy; it meant also the lad Tom Tumly and our own son John. I thought that over, and decided John could learn from no better, no hotter, no truly bawdy, teacher than his own mother Rachel. She could teach him much in the arts of fucking, and would, I knew, be most amendable to the suggestion that she take his cherry.
"But first, Roger Ballard," said I aloud, and dear Rachel smiled quietly as she thought of herself lying with her brother-in-law, that very noon.
In a few minutes, our own two girls came piling back onto the tailboard of the wagon, and I slipped their mother's apron from across my lap, putting my wilted pecker back into my trousers lest they see it wrinkled there, and wonder.
The morning seemed long, and the train passed through a few vales of trees, and once crossed a stream, but mostly the way was open, and when I stood upon the seat and looked to the rear, I could sometimes make out the form of a man on muleback - Roger Ballard; he did not know what was in store for him this day.
The girls bickered and at last fell to napping, ere I gave Rachel the reins and trotted ahead to tell Susan that I was sending my wife back to her husband with the lunch sack Roger had dropped this morn.
I said this to her whilst swinging up upon her wagon seat and sitting with my sister. I looked at her closely, and saw again the lovely cast of her face, and the seagreen eyes beneath the wisp of cornsilk hair that peeped from beneath her bonnet. Susan's lips were full, and her chin carried high. Her body was erect and her breasts pushed out small but shapely against her gingham dress. Her legs were hidden beneath the long and voluminous skirt, but I knew them to be long and slim.
"Lost his dinner, did he?" said she pertly. "Why did you not send one of your children, dear brother?"
I smiled at her. "One of them drives your wagon now, eh, John? And the girls are napping. Rachel did not mind. Roger can carry her muleback to catch up with the train, then fall to the rear to take up his position once more. It is no real trouble, sister."
She sniffed, and cast a sidelong glance at me, and another at my son driving on the other side of her. "I will say naught now, brother - but I will speak later to you, at camp tonight."
I agreed, and chucking the boy on the shoulder, dropped off the Ballard wagon to wait for my own. I helped Rachel down once she had whoaed the mules and braked to a stop. She carried a sack, which in truth contained a jug of corn, rather than food, for by now Roger Ballard had surely devoured the meat and bread he'd carried to his post that morn. I kissed her and bade my wife good fortune, winked heavily at her and gently patted her arse as she drew beneath the shade of a tree to await the arrival of her lover to be.
I climbed to the wagon seat and clucked to the mules; the Conestoga lurched onward, moving a bit more swiftly to catch up with the wagons ahead, leaving Rachel to toss a quick explanation to the Leroy wagon when it passed her.
Then my daughter Sally climbed up beside me, blowing a stray wisp of hair from over her lightly freckled nose. "Willa is asleep," she announced. "Where is ma going?"
"Bringing a dinner sack to your uncle Roger," said I. "She will catch up ere long." I thought of what my dam had said last night about this elder daughter of mine, about this fourteen-year-old lass with a touch of her mother's swaying walk and a certain look in her hazel eyes. "How is Tom Tumly this day?" I asked her.
She looked sharply at me, then as quickly away, her cheeks going red. "I - I would not know. I am not - not his watchdog."
"All the same, you watch him often," I joked, and thought mayhap my dam's suggestion was true, that this sweet daughter of mine had already been into the bushes with the horny lad Tom. I could only hope that he had given her what she deserved, a good and rigid pecker skillfully used to bring her to her good-ers. Far too many lads discharge too quickly, leaving the girl without recourse, leaving her most dissatisfied and sullen.
"Tom is the only boy on this train," said Sally. "Save my own brother, that is. All others are old married men."
"Married men sometime stray," I told her, "especially when there is a sweet prize just turning ripe for the taking."
"La," she said, girlishly, but secretly pleased as I could tell, "la, pa - how you do go on."
I left it at that, a mite afraid to push it farther at the nonce, lest I spook her off by too precipitate talk and actions. If we were careful, Sally's time would come. My staff began to rise once more as I thought of stripping my daughter and of exploring the soft and tender depths of that young cunt. But I forced my thoughts to other things, or tried to; for immediately did I picture my wife back under that spreading oak tree, with Roger Ballard down off his mule beside her, and his taking the jug of corn for a bewildered, if grateful, drink.
How would my wife go about her seduction? By look and sly coquetry, I presumed, by that entrancing walk as she swayed her hips and rolled her arse in such mutely beckoning appeal; by pushing out her breasts so that the nipples showed through the thin cloth she wore. And if those overt signals did not suffice to get the job done, she would then no doubt contrive to stumble and to fall into Roger's arms.
That touch of her warmly palpitating body should do it, if Rachel lifted her red mouth for his kiss, if she tongued him so deeply and thrillingly that he could have no doubt of her true intentions. I envied Roger his first caress of my wife; I wished I might see the surprise and lust cross his face as his hands lifted to fondle her unfettered teats, and whilst she rubbed her cunnie into his groin.
They would be quickly stripped, thought I, and Rachel would lie down for him, reaching up to clasp her fingers softly about his stiff peter as he knelt to come between her spread legs. She would slide her fingers up and down for a bit, then draw him atop her and atwixt her lifting thighs to fit the head of his eager prick into the soft haired and throbbing mound she was so freely offering him for his fucking. The man was thrice fortunate.
Greedily, Roger would mount her then, thrusting to fit his hard pecker into that hotly dewed slit, into that cunt I had screwed a thousand or more times, into that slicky velvet box my Pa had fucked with great glee. Ah, but Roger Ballard would be taken into that quivering pussy with fervent abandon, drawn into that contracting silken sheath with fury and passion that he had not known before.
Closing my eyes, I pictured his naked back with my wife's legs thrown across it and locked at her ankles. I saw Rachel roll her lunging arse and shake her tail so that he could feel every ripple of her cunt, so that his bag would swing against the sweetly delicate crack of her buttocks. His prick would be deep in her by then, stroking and lunging, and soon, soon, since her cunt was new to him and hotly stirring, soon Roger would stiffen out his legs and roll my wife up, upon her shoulders so that he might strive yet deeper to penetrate her eager womb, and he would jerk stiffly upon her, then ejaculate his creamy discharge far back into her cunt box, packing her shivering pussy with his semen as she also oiled him with her hot love juices.
Ah!! Roger Ballard would have fucked my wife, and been fucked by her, and the three of us were most happy about the screwing, did Rachel's newest lover but know of my feelings.
His peter would soak awhile in that marvelously clenching pussy, and he would be overcome by his good luck, and mayhap Rachel would get to grinding her pelvis into him once more, seeking another ramming ere he would carry her back to the wagon train. Mayhap he would stick her again, reveling in the slick and buttery fondling of her cunt with their mixed discharges within its satin sheathing.
I opened my eyes and saw my daughter's face. Her hazel eyes were ashine and her pink lips hung open; her small and dainty tongue licked sweetly at her lips as she stared down. I noticed then what was the object of her stare. My trousers were swollen tight across my groin with the rigid erection of my prick, and the entire outline of that stiff organ could be easily seen. I had grown hard thinking of what my wife was doing back behind the wagon train, and my daughter could not but fail to witness the length and heft of my ready peter.
I decided to take the plunge, willy-nilly then. By the look of her, Sally was enthralled by the rare bulge she was looking so closely at, and mayhap the moment would be ripe for an honest talk with my daughter. If she spooked at it, I could pass it off as a man's bawdy joking, no more.
So I said to her: "Tom Tumly has nothing like this, eh girl?"
She tore her eyes away and looked primly down into her lap. "I - I know not of what you speak, pa."
I patted the front of my trousers. "Like this organ of mine, lass. It is greatly larger than Tom's, eh?"
Her eyes shifted over to look again, then fell back to her interwoven fingers upon her lap. "I - I suppose so."
She was on the run now, and I would pursue her ere she strengthened and tried to avoid the trap. "Your grandma says you slip into the brush often with young Tom. Which is but a natural thing to do, mind you; your old pa is not against your pleasures. Here, then," said I, opening my trousers and slipping my swollen prick out into full view, "now you may compare my staff with his."
Her eyes darted wildly about and her face grew more red. "I - someone may see, pa! Please put your - put it back. It frightens me. It - I did not know they could grow so large."
Reaching over, I took her limp hand in mine and brought it over to place upon the throbbing warmth of my peter. "Feel, girl - and think you upon the pleasures such an organ could bring. Most women do vastly enjoy a large peter over a small one. Touch this one and know the length of it, the hardness of it, the roundness and readiness of my staff. Your dear mother takes it with much eagerness, all the way inside her sweet cunnie."
She did not take away her fingers, but clenched them lightly and with wonder upon my pecker. Wetting her lips with a nervous tongue, my elder daughter said softly, "I - I know. I have often heard you making love together in the wagon. And this - this great meaty rod does not pain her? It - it makes Tom's little peter seem so - childish."
I smiled at her. "Then you have been screwing with the lad?"
"But three times," said she, still keeping a look fixed upon my erect prick. "I am afeared somewhat, or have been. I have feared your wrath, pa, but now - you say ma takes this monster all into her cunnie - all?"
"Squeeze it," said I, "fondle it to your heart's content, for the hour is not far-off when you will also know its feel inside your sweet and young cunt, know its heft packed tightly into your tender pussy, for I mean to screw you with it, daughter, afore this day is over."
Her eyes grew big. "Y-you do? I - you - that huge thing -"
"You can surround it," I promised her, "and find for yourself what your mother has been moaning over all these years."
Her lips came together. "Yes, I will. But now, dear pa - I had better let you place that wondrous organ back into your trousers, for we now approach a clear road, and some might see. As I saw -" she continued impishly, "- as I saw ma with her head under her apron earlier this day. Will, will ma not be angry, when you put that staff into me? Will she not be jealous if I take something that is rightfully hers alone?"
"Listen, my darling," said I, and allowed my rod to go to cover once more, satisfied now that Sally would be most pleased to screw her father. "Your dam is even now taking a strange one into her own cunnie, and mayhap by this time, has enjoyed a second screwing by your uncle Roger."
On the heels of my daughter's surprised gasp, I continued to tell her of the assignation her dam and myself had plotted this day, and I described to her the reasons why. "I did but come upon Rachel yesterday, whilst she was most heartily screwing my Pa for the second time running, and I did so enjoy the sight that I went swiftly to my own dam and put my meat to her."
"You - you did it to grandma? And ma did it to grandpa?" My daughter was being surprised so often she was numbed by it all.
"Aye," said I. "And more than that. Last night, after spending many hours making love in my pa's wagon, I came upon Mother Audrey waiting in the brush for her nightly go at Pa, and took his place atwixt those legs, also."
Sally nodded eagerly. "Whilst ma was in our own wagon, doing it with grandpa. I thought the sounds were different, on yester eve; she cried out more often and moaned louder."
"Your grandpa has a bigger organ," I explained. "Much thicker than mine, and your mother takes a great joy in screwing it."
"Bigger than yours?"
"Thicker, with more heft," said I. "But grandma claims mine is a mite longer."
"To think," breathed my excited daughter, "to imagine so much screwing going on, and I knew naught of it. But I will become a part of it tonight, will I not, pa? Oh tell me you were not joking me, when you made promise to screw me with that lovely thing."
"I am in earnest," said I. "Tonight, before I go to 'discover' your uncle Roger lying again with your mother, I will meet you in the brush away from camp. Take a water bucket with you, do we be close to a stream, so others will think you but do chores. And I will show you how I put it to your dam. You and I, Sally, will couple in a most inspiring piece of fuck-ery, this I promise."
"I will be fretting until then," said my lovely daughter, "and unable to eat a bite. Poor Tom - I will put him off this night, though he be panting for another go at me."
"Only postpone his ardors," I suggested, "since I will be busied later, and must hurry away from our first lovemaking, lass, though I will be most loath to do so. Keep your young stud waiting, and go to him later, for there be no cause to turn down a screwing at any time, can you arrange for it."
We talked more along this vein, Sally asking the questions of youth and getting the answers I could supply; face flushed and excited throughout all her young body, she was so obviously ripe for the pricking that I was hard put to restrain myself. But I told her more of the plan, and promised her that she would also get to lie with her beloved grandpa, explaining that the old hellion had long had his eye upon her for screwing.
There would be the other men, I told her - Roger and Sam, and mayhap when the mood got spread better, her own brother John. At this, Sally turned up her nose, but I patiently explained to her once more about not turning down any chance at fucking, and said that her feud with her younger brother would vanish the first time she tempted him with a lifted skirt.
We had to change the subject then, for young Willa had come awake and crawled out to have a drink from the canteen, and to sit with us awhile. Sally cut her sister with mean looks, but the little lass did not notice, and soon Roger Ballard rode up with Rachel behind him on the mule.
Not looking at me, he courteously helped her to the earth, then tipped his hat at her, and whirling about, rode the mule galloping back to the hinder trail. I reached down a hand for my wife's arm, and she climbed over the wheel to sit next to me, as Sally reluctantly gave up her seat and ducked back into the canvas. Rachel's mouth was swollen with recent desire, and her eyes were still warm with the memory of what she'd had. There was little doubt that she had accomplished her mission and seduced the man. Again, I envied him his experience with my wife, but did not begrudge him his fling at her. "It took awhile to get back," Rachel said softly, one eye upon Willa as the child lounged near us on the wagon seat. "Roger had to eat his dinner, and grateful was he that I brought it him."
"Grateful he should be," said I, and smiled widely.
Nodding her head at the child, she said, "He was all that and more. A most grateful man, Roger Ballard - and a most energetic one, once he got started. Three times did dear Roger - attack his dinner ere he was full content. And then I spoke with him of what was planned after supper."
Willa looked up at us. "A square dance?"
"Mayhap," her ma said. Then to me: "Roger was so willing and eager that I thought it wise to tell him thusly, and he did agree to join us - as you spoke before, dear husband. There will be another - meeting of him and me, which you may attend do you so desire. And afterward, you are free to go tell the news to Susan; indeed, we are not loath to have you bring her back to witness - what will happen, do you so wish, or do you feel so in order to prove your case."
I patted her hand. "Mix a bit of that corn in a water cup, wife. Willa girl - do you step back to the tailgate and help your sister knead dough for suppertime, since it is not far off."
When she was gone and out of earshot, I said to Rachel: "I will be a busy man this eve, then. For I have made an assignation with sweet Sally, a promise I must keep before I go to Susan."
"What?" asked my wife in surprise. "You would prick your daughter and your sister in one evening? A randy stud, husband; a truly horny stallion be you. And our Sally is anxious for this taking of her cherry?"
"She has no cherry," I informed Rachel. "Unless it has survived three screwings by Tom Tumly - although Sally did complain a mite of the smallness of the lad's peter. But she was most excited by the sight and feel of my organ, and is all aglow at the promise of its insertion into her tender and girlish cunnie tonight after supper."
My wife slowly shook her head, and approaching sunset glinted in the raven's wing of her hair. "A marvel, a true marvel that we should all take so easily, one to the other, in this matter of screwing. It was fair exciting with your Pa, and never will I more enjoy any man's peter, but it was also mighty good with darling Roger. I fail to see why your sister oft seems so put out with him. He is agile and does throw himself willingly into his coupling; although his peter is a bit short, it is sturdy and used with great verve, with a style I did greatly enjoy."
I nodded. "Tonight, you will be more used to each other, and so able to perform longer for my edification, and mayhap that of Pa's, does he wish to look on with me. But I shall have great difficulty containing myself long enough to gratify the females I will screw, since the first caress of my daughter's delicate pussy will excite me beyond control, and I doubt not that the initial opening of my sister's long forbidden cunt will also tend to make me discharge ere I wished."
"Your Pa will be most happy to relieve you of duty at either or both those cunnies," said Rachel, "do you tire of them soon."
Laughing, I agreed with her, but said also that he was yet anxious to be back pumping into her sweet slot, that Pa was most enraptured of her loving pussy, and would be at her in a shot, first time he got her alone.
"Think you so?" she asked, with a pleased flip of her head, and I assured my wife that any man would want as much of her carnal love as would be his great good fortune to acquire.
Mollified, she leaned close to me and told me the details of her copulation with Roger Ballard, and it was much as I had so vividly imagined it would be between them. She had kissed him before he had warning, and had darted her tongue into his mouth while he stood in surprise. By flattening her high teats against his chest, and by grinding her pelvis into his crotch, Rachel had caused his rod to spring up immediately.
Startled, Roger had weakly protested, but my wife had pulled him down to the earth, and by kissing his mouth and fondling his rod, caused him to forget any objections he might have had to screwing his sister-in-law, and he flung off his clothing to better mount her.
Naked, they met in a frenzy, for Roger did seem to have been without any screwing for a long while. He barely got it into her clenching pussy when he fired his discharge, so excited was he by my wife's sexual need of him and by the heat and slickness of her well-trained cunnie.
But Rachel ground upon him and twisted upon him until he was soon stroking it into her once more, this time with more penetration and energy, until she had gotten her gooders three times ere he reached his short rows once more. They rested awhile as Roger proclaimed over his good fortune, then she turned him over and mounted him for the riding my wife so loves to employ, bouncing and leaping upon an upright peter with gay and wild abandon.
He seemed so sated, so amenable after he ejaculated into her rippling pussy again, that Rachel said she felt free to tell him the plan. Then, she continued, Roger poured forth a tale of woe. Susan had not allowed him to screw her for full a month, he swore, since they had had a tiff soon after starting on the trip. It seems that Roger is not enamoured of mouthing a woman's cunt, and when Susan wished this act performed upon her, he put her off.
She became angry and would not let him between her legs, and had still not come around. Therefore he had been most grateful to sweet Rachel for relieving him of the swollen pressure he had been carrying in his sac.
"My sister was always somewhat a bitch," said I to this tale. "But what said Roger when you told him his own wife would be screwed - and by her brother first?"
"He said good fortune," Rachel replied, "and claimed the exchange was not fair to you, that I am a much better piece of ass than his dear wife."
"Much depends upon the slicing," said I. "Mayhap Susan needs a mouthing of her cun-nie to become properly heated for the prick. I will know if this is so, come tonight after supper."
"We will be most busy," said Rachel, as up ahead the wagons began a slow wheel into camp position along a nice stream that ran through a green glade set in a fold, of ground out of the wind. "What with my returning to dear Roger's arms, and with Joe Wilson panting for his share in the background, I shall be well done. And you - with your rod to dip in both your daughter and into your sister -"
"And do not forget your dam," said I. "Mother Audrey will be about and eager for her part."
"'Twill be difficult for you to handle three heated women in one night, and without disturbing the rest of the camp," said Rachel with thoughtful mien. "I will guide Roger to her, after I have taken the edge off him for your benefit. Pa will take good care of me, thereafter."
"A good thought," I agreed. "My daughter and my sister will be more than enough for my own needs this night. Unless I become overly excited at seeing my own true wife being pricked and yearn to rush to her opened legs."
Rachel smiled at me. "You are a loving man, and a fine husband. I would do aught in the world for you and your desires, even though such desires seem mad to any others. I am yours to command, for no other woman in this life is so fortunate as I."
"I will rush upon you anon," I continued, "for I deeply desire to pack into your cunt immediately after it has released another prick - Pa's, I suppose. I mightily wish to feel his discharge inside your sweet pussy as I thrust it and pump to fire my own, so that we all mingle freely and with love."
"There will be time and more for all you wish," Rachel said, "for I would also have you and your father take turns with me, one with the other, each taking a few strokes and withdrawing so I may swiftly feel the other's peter enter me. Mayhap we can so arrange it with you and Pa and Roger - the three men screwing me at once. I think I will go insane with passion."
"Time and more," I agreed, "once we have arranged for all in this wagon train to join us, so that none may point an accusing finger and cry violation. It will be soon, dear wife - soon."
CHAPTER FIVE
I ATE HURRIEDLY THAT EVE, BUT WITH A WILL, as I knew I would need my strength that night, and more. I drank lustily of the corn jug, once I had finished my pone and venison stew, my wild greens and dried blackeye peas, my coffee and a handful of berries for dessert. I was full as a tick, and took me a longish walk to settle down the meal, and the corn liquor tasted so good I had me more of it, until its warmth and heady excitement raced through my veins.
Sam Leroy was on guard that night, and had ensconced himself back from the camp, just off our trail, as we figured if any red savages were to try and sneak upon us, they would most likely come from that direction. Of course, no man left his rifle far from hand, and the shotguns for the women were always within easy reach of the women and children, and most of us wore our sidearms, so that if any heathen, red or white, thought our wagons to be easy prey, he would be most suddenly and severely surprised.
But least of all upon my fevered mind was the event of an attack this eve, and once my supper was settled, I passed close to the fire, yet carrying my jug, and nodded casually to my elder daughter Sally, so that she would be able to mark the direction of my going, and so follow me easily into the gathering twilight. I already had a goodly erection, and the rigid pole of it scraped against my trousers as I walked into the brush.
The sweet lass had exclaimed over its length and heft, when I had her fondle it upon the wagon seat that afternoon; tonight, she would know the full pleasure of my staff as it made its way up into her young and tender pussy.
I thrilled to the thought, for my girl was of beauteous form and interesting eye, and had confessed to me her lying with the lad Tom Tumly, and had bemoaned the small size of his pizzle in the three times he had stuck her. I wished to myself that I had allowed myself more time to dally with dear Sally, for she surely deserved a lengthy and gratifying screw, this being her first time for incest.
But I had left myself no such dallying time, having arranged another assignation between Roger Ballard and my darling wife Rachel, and they would be themselves drifting into the woods anon. So I would have to hurry my fucking of my daughter, and make it up to her the next chance I had, for I wished my sister to witness the lovemaking of my Rachel by her husband. There would be no denying her surprise then, and the shock of watching Roger's peter glide in and out of my wife's cunnie should make my sister Susan fair prey for my own hungry rod.
Had ever a man so happily screwed wife and dam, daughter and sister, in so short a time? None but my sire, I would wager, allowing that Pa would let naught slip past him, not even the whisper of a piece of arse, be it black or white, old or young, or any place in between, and he had already shown he barred no blood kin from his fucking; indeed, he thrived on pricking his own offspring and any related to him that came to his hand.
I could be no different, then. The night was mine, and two precious and loving, beautiful and strange, cunts were to be mine also, ere the moon set and the sky lightened itself again.
I sat myself upon new grass at the foot of a sweetgum tree, and drew heartily upon the jug as I waited to hear the shy tripping of my daughter as she came to lie spread for her old pa. Sally came hesitantly, peering about in the lowering gloom. I called softly to her, and she came quietly, her face down and moving shyly.
"Dear girl," said I in a whisper that would not carry beyond the glade, "come here to me, and be not afraid. Have I not told you that your sweet little pussy can stretch to take my peter? It will not pain you, but will instead give you raptures aplenty, for I doubt not that you will screw fiercely and with knowing pleasure, as does your mother and your grandma."
"Pa," she murmured, "oh Pa - do show me how to proceed, lest I be too clumsy and awkward, and not please you with my unpracticed cunnie."
"Here," said I, and pulled her gently to my lap. Whilst she sat there, feeling the bulge of my peter against her firm young buttocks, I kissed her cheek and ear and the lids of her eyes.
Then I turned her face to mine and kissed her lips, pressing their sweet tenderness apart so that I might slide my tongue into her mouth and so teach her to truly kiss for the first time. Her small tongue recoiled in shock, but soon fell to pressing mine with a honeyed appeal. The lass was nigh to virginal, and very loving.
I stroked her teats, cupped them beneath the thin dress, then stopped kissing her sugared mouth long enough to slip the dress over her head. Her adorable young body was then exposed for my stare and my caress, and I took full advantage, for she was a fair and lovely girl. Her nipples stood shivering erect upon small but sweetly mounded breasts, and her cunnie hair was golden as captured sunlight, held darling prisoner between her shapely slim thighs.
I kissed her breasts and licked the velvet nipples, then took them one by one into my panting mouth to suck gently upon them, and so titillate the lass that she squirmed upon my lap and pressed the round firmness of her girlish ass against the hard thrust of my trousers-bound peter.
I shucked out my trousers and allowed my hungry staff to spring free, to rub delicately against the sleek and glowing satin of her flawless skin. I would have fain gone on kissing the child, belly and hips and right on down into the golden glory of that entrancing mound wherein that darling cleft awaited.
But I reminded myself of the time, and recalled that even now, my wife and her latest lover would be seeking their own paths through the woodsy dell. So I moved a hand atwixt my daughter's silken thighs and fondled the mound of Venus, instead. There would be time for sucking it anon, thought I; now the moment was upon us for the screwing of it.
Sliding in one exploring finger, I found the caress of her pubic hairs to be soft as eiderdown and very fine; her cunnie lips were warm and flinching, and once my finger made way inside them, her pussy was found to be tight and hot and only faintly moistened by her love juices, since her fear and inexperience had not allowed her to bring them to free flowing as yet.
Inside her, my finger went, and the darling girl sighed as she kissed my ear and sent her own hand searching for a grip upon my hard and upright peter. Finding it, she clung jealously to it, and I stroked my finger in and out of her youthful hole, manipulating her little-used button of joy until she moaned with pleasure, and making her constricted cunt loosen its juices.
Then, when I felt she was most ready, did I lie down my adorable daughter upon her back, and spreading her slim legs with tenderness, I came lowering between them and rested lightly upon her fair white belly, rested the throbbing weight of my balls in that patch of delicate pussy hair.
Taking my ready peter in one hand, I guided its eager head to her sweet cleft, and telling her to relax, to be supple and easy, I set that spongy monster tight to the now hot slit of her dainty pussy, and I pushed gently to it.
The tip of the head pried apart her cunt lips, and my dear Sally said: "Oh!"
I pushed tenderly but firmly onward, and the entire head slipped suddenly into her precious quim, the lips closing around the smaller staff with a hungry grip. My daughter said: "Ah!"
I shoved more, and inch by slow, tantalizing inch, the meaty pole of my prick crept up inside her tightly throbbing pussy. She was compressed as a virgin, I swear, although I could not feel the barricade of the maidenhead itself, and silently thanked the lad who had taken her cherry, for had he not, I should not have been so easily inside her.
"Pa," she hissed into my ear. "Oh darling father! Ah - I feel how thick it is, and how mightily long. Oh - has it all gone into my cunnie yet? Is there another inch or two, dear pa? Give it all to me, I beg you. Push harder, sweet father - ah, that be the fashion! Ah, yes - now I can feel your bag and the hilt of your stabber. There - into me and filling me - and oh, fuck me!"
I buried it full length inside that tight, clasping cunt, and ground it delightedly into her juicy warmth, into the adorable heat and velvet sheathing of her beloved pussy. I fed her full length, then withdrew slowly and teasingly whilst she bore writhing down upon my prick, striving to pack it all inside her once more, shaking her young, small arse and hunching as if she had been screwing all her short and merry life.
I kissed her panting mouth and caught her heaving arse cheeks on to each hand, so that I might roll her up upon her naked shoulders, and doing so, I lifted my daughter higher off the earth and fitted her even more tightly around my driving prick. Sweet and hot was she - bucking and moaning and grinding her palpitating cunt around my staff as it slid in and pulled out almost to the swollen ring of the head. I slammed it to her, and Sally flung her legs about in blind abandon as she felt her gooders growing.
I hurried it, packed and pumped and hammered like a bull on a fresh heifer. My own discharge was coming fast, mounting up behind my thighs and narrowing to make me clench my buttocks, and rushing into my belly and up through my swinging, slapping bag to concentrate in my pounding staff.
"Oh, oh, oh!" My daughter cried out, unable to stop her mouth in time, "Oh darling father - I go insane with joy - I - I am flooding something! Oh - I am peeing on your adorable peter."
"No, no!" I grunted, feeling the oily juices come down around the reaching, flexing head of my driving prick. "No - you merely are discharging - as I - oh yes, as do I! Oh darling Sally, my sweet daughter, shake your girlish ass once more - oh, fuck your pa!"
And so calling out, I released my boiling, spitting ejaculation into the young, slippery pussy of my devoted daughter.
I stared down into her pale face as her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung lax; the girl had fainted in the throes of her passion, gone numb in the marvelous release of her first true discharge. Gently then, I lowered her legs and allowed that slender body to lie full length on the sward. But though her mind's senses had fled Sally in the ecstasy of her initial grownup fuck, the senses of her flesh were yet alert, for a new and lascivious life stirred within her bubbled sheath.
Regretfully, I withdrew from her, and her enraptured little pussy seemed to try and hold onto my staff as I slipped it gently from her darling little quiff. Bending down, I placed a tender and lingering kiss up on steamy lips of that golden-haired cleft, telling her thusly of the completeness of my love.
Gathering her dress, I spread it over her and allowed her to lie quietly in the warm relaxation of her drained lusts. I would return often to this paragon of savory enticement, and I had in mind to love this sweet girl in all the methods I knew of making such love, but for the nonce I was committed to other things. So, sorrowfully in one fashion, did I leave dear Sally smiling upon the sward and pulled on my trousers preparatory to wending my way back to the wagons.
My staff was at half-mast and softening slowly as I walked hurriedly to the Ballard wagon where it had been stopped a bit apart from the others this night. My sister Susan had already supped and was seated on a pallet next to the wagon wheel, staring with frowning attention into the blaze of her small camp fire. I went to her and said howdy, and accepted her offer of coffee, which I cooled with a liberal supply of corn from my jug.
"A sup for yourself?" I asked, and Susan nodded, the light playing tricks in her cornsilk hair, touching upon the full lips and pert face, darkening her seagreen eyes.
Pouring her a generous amount of the powerful liquor into a tin cup, I watched her toss it off and saw her struggle to hold her face straight as she pushed out her cup for more filling. Without comment, I gave her another draught, and she sipped at this one more ladylike. "Well," said I, "on the wagon today you said you would speak to me tonight. What about, dear sister?"
Her eyes flashed. Susan always had spirit. She said, "About my husband, dammit - and the looks he has been casting upon your wife! It is not enough that I be forced to do without my wifely due with Roger, but also that I see him leer after the sensuous walk Rachel uses in the presence of any man."
"Rachel always walks most sensuously," I agreed, "and all men watch her passage. She is sensuous; she is most voluptuous, and she does not hide the fact."
"But dame," Susan flared, "so am I sensual, and if my own husband be cold with me, how can he lust after his sister-in-law?"
I drank off my corn and coffee and poured myself a straight cup of corn, Susan finished her second cup, eyes watering, and darefully asked another. I was not loath, since the corn would dull any scruples she might have about lying with her own blood.
"I will be frank with you, sister," said I. "Roger Ballard is not a cold man, but a right passionate one, in the fashion he deems proper. I have heard you desire most to be mouthed, ere you enjoy copulation with him, and so -"
"Damn his eyes!" Susan hissed. "He spoke of that secret -" I continued as if she had not spoken. "Whilst there are other men who greatly enjoy kissing and tonguing a cunnie - most especially a cleft so appealingly beautiful and robbed for some time of its natural due. Men such as myself, mayhap."
My sister's eyes flew wide. "You - but - but - my own flesh and blood; you are my own brother, and should I betray my husband in such a fashion - should I cuckold him with my own blood, I should -"
"You should be but carrying on what he has already started," said I, sensing that the moment had arrived to strike hard with my plan to seduce her. "Come with me, Susan, and I will show to you what your husband - and my darling wife - are up to."
Staring, she allowed herself to be carried along by my hand upon her elbow, but she did not put down her tin cup. I led her past her wagon and into a soft circle through the brush, aiming toward that point where Rachel had said she would lie with Roger. Within a space of two minutes, we came upon them, for my dear wife had chosen an open space where they could be easily found.
I heard my sister gasp, and held tightly to her elbow lest she fly at Rachel and her husband. But she stood quite motionless, simply staring at them where they lay joined in a squirming, thrusting copulation, both naked and sweaty and screwing lustily.
Susan then leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Look at them! Just look at them enjoy themselves, whilst I have had no peter for several weeks, and do so desire such hearty screwing from him. Rachel is most lascivious, as you said; see how she caresses his sack with her fingers as he pushes it in and out of the blackly shining hair of her active pussy."
"Yes," I whispered back to her. "And see how your husband sucks upon my wife's nipple as he rods her with goodly speed and force.
He screwed her three times today, you know - when she brought him his sack dinner. Darling Rachel seduced Roger for the first time then - at my suggestion."
Her hand found my arm and tightened upon it, but she did not take her eyes from the couple fucking so sweetly upon the grass before us. The dim twilight gleamed upon my wife's twisting arse as she gyrated wildly upon Roger Ballard's hammering prick, and I could hear the juicy sound that prick made as it worked in and out of her clenching pussy.
"At - at your suggestion?" asked Susan in a startled murmur. "Then you are not mad with anger and jealousy because Rachel sets herself to screwing another man?"
"No more than you," I said, "although the first time I came upon her thus was not with Roger, nor was it at my suggestion."
Fascinated, my sister watched her husband feed his staff steadily and with great relish into my wife's quivering box, and saw Rachel's legs lift - as they do when she wishes to get with her gooders - to cross over Roger's back and clamp him tighter.
"Sara Leroy!" Susan hissed. "Rachel has also screwed Sam."
"Not yet," said I, "but she will very soon." The pair before us moaned softly, clawed at each other, and discharged. Roger's buttock's clenched and he gave a mighty heave as he fired his liquid load into Rachel's cunt, and Rachel cried out softly that she was fucking - fucking - fucking - I had to draw Susan back from the scene, lest she approach them too closely and bid them start screwing again, for her delighted edification.
Back at her wagon, she lifted her tin cup and drained it again of corn. Her face was flushed and her eyes fevered; her ripe mouth was wet with liquor and excitement, and I deemed that the fluffy mound between her thighs would also be damp. "You set her on Roger," she accused me. "Why? And if she did not lie with Sam Leroy, then -" I laughed at her and gave her more liquor, drank a healthy swallow from the jug myself, then corked it and set it down. Susan had enough; it would not do for her to fall unconscious. I wanted her to be fully and completely awake when I got to her beautiful and sisterly pussy. For now I was certain she would screw me, once I had sucked that delightful mound to slicken and ready her cleft for the pricking.
"I had my wife seduce Roger," I explained, "so that I might in turn seduce you - and neither Roger nor Rachel may cry betrayal. I have long yearned for the touch of your slim and lovely body, dear sister; long have I lusted after your sweet breasts and your cunningly shaped buttocks. Long, so long, have I ached for the intimacy denied me - that matchless intimacy and unsurpassed love of your sisterly cunnie, so that I might enter it with my prick and know it hotly and carnally to the point of ejaculation."
"You - you stagger me," she murmured. "Dear Zack - I did not know how you yearned, else I would have - oh, dear brother. Hasten into my wagon with me, ere I fall upon you and rip off your clothing, that I may feast my eyes upon your manly peter."
Excitedly, I climbed into the wagon behind her, hardly caring if any saw us together. Pa would be bedding either my ma or Mother Audrey Allen - else he would be waiting to climb atwixt my wife's thighs, once Roger had fucked himself to a frazzle.
And Sam Leroy was either on watchful guard, or slipped around to where he could watch the children take baths in the creek. The others were busy at one task or another, and I dropped the canvas ahind me as Susan turned to me on her knees to hurl herself into my arms.
An armful of warm witchery, was my sister Susan; her teeth clashed to mine and her lips raced over my mouth until her tongue found release and darted to caress mine hotly and sweetly. Ahh! She moaned gently within my mouth, as my hands went about the task of unbuttoning her dress and pulling it off her shoulders.
Drawing it down about her hips, I fondled her teats, felt them small and satin warm within my fingers. Small they were, but lovingly shaped, and hung high upon her chest; her darling nipples were not even as tall or sturdy as my daughter's, but had a most enthralling flavor when I licked and nipped upon them.
"Oh dear brother," she sighed, "would it were open sunlight and bright day, so that I might admire your peter. Let me take it into my hand - oh! So long it be, much longer than my husband's. Will you then kiss my belly, and down to my cunnie?"
I drew back and stripped myself, placing my staff back into the warm grip of her exploring fingers soon as I might, so that she might grow familiar with it. I lay her back and pulled her wadded dress over her small hips and down over her feet, then used it as pillow to push beneath her buttocks, so as to lift her pelvis up for the ministrations I would soon apply to her crotch.
I, too, wished it was open day, or at least bright light so I might clearly see and admire her supple body. As it was, I could only faintly make out the outline of it, and had to feel all over her flesh to know its shape and texture.
She was cunningly made, my sister, so slim as to be almost thin; so slender as to be almost skinny, but the feel and warmth of her spare, yet lovely designed frame was as silks and satins and sweetly furred velvets.
I kissed her small belly and spread her legs so that I might lie in between them, kissing and licking at her stomach and navel and she squirmed and wriggled and whispered adoring names to me. She stroked my head and said she loved me, said she had also always wanted to lie with me in carnal debauchery, but had been afeared I and others would think her mad for harboring such incestual desire.
I was too busy licking and kissing at her mound to talk, and so answered her in the best manner at hand, that of making mouth love to her delicate pussy. My tongue licked through the cornsilk hair, so long and damp, and found the center of joy, the target of love, the slickening cleft itself. I kissed those quivering lips of such thrilling softness, and inserted the tip of my tongue into the slit, pushing it farther in until it was buried to my teeth inside that shuddering, flexing cunt so hotly sweet.
Finding the button of joy, I nipped it atwixt my teeth ere licking heavily and with a speedy rhythm upon it, and did begin to suck and roll it back between my teeth. Dear Susan went mad upon my face; her slender ass lifted and thrust her furry pelvis hard against my chin and nose; she held tight to my head and forced it deeper into her spreading pussy. Her fragile thighs closed upon my jaws and she writhed in rapture, swinging her gladsome ass and thrusting back and forth and around with her frothing pussy.
"Oh, dear brother!" she cried out. "Oh - you send me into ecstasies, into joys unknown! Oh - suck me, suck my cunnie, for I would loose all my hot juices into your adorable mouth!"
So calling out, she discharged and let flow her creamy liquids of love. I sucked hard upon her pussy to drink them in, sucked upon that hotly palpitating cunt as though it were an Oriental orange, and pulled upon her button so thoroughly that she moaned once more and reached her second gooders very swiftly.
My pecker was throbbing with its own need, aching from its roots to the tip of its vibrating head, and so I crawled right up her body and shoved it against the dripping entrance to my sister's freshly sucked box. One thrust, and it slid thrilling into that beautiful pussy, slid into the oily finding of her heated sheath, all the way to the end of it, to the little cup of her shuddering womb.
"Let me taste it, oh - do let me taste it," she pleaded, and fastened her hungry mouth to my open one, to run her slick tongue all around inside my mouth to enjoy the flavor of her own juices.
Thrusting, withdrawing, I then set about the pleasing task of fucking the luscious pussy of my darling sister Susan. And fuck it I did, with verve and fervor, and with the twisting motion I had learned tickled a maid's cunnie most gratifyingly. I hammered my balls against the velvet valley of her buttocks, and ground severely into the hairy pelvis with my one as she lifted and hunched, as she rolled her ass and panted in her lust.
"Ahh - brother Zack! Ahh - you wonderful peter, you gorgeous fucker! Do it to your sister, dear heart; bury that magic staff so deeply into my cunnie so as to split me open. Oh, dearest lover, dearest brother - fuck me and fuck me and fuck me more!"
I fired my discharge into her tremulous cunt, packed her thrusting pussy with the spurting wetness of my semen, but I did not cease grinding into her, for I was most aroused by then. She moaned to me that I was a better screwer than her husband, that fucking her brother thusly was better than any fucking to be had anywhere, with anyone, and I did not deny her, but I did have a fleeting thought that dear Susan would as much enjoy screwing her pa, since his prick was so much thicker than mine.
Hammering into her with a steady and penetrating action, I brought her again and again to discharge, and her exquisite cunnie was most juicy with the release of her oily liquids of passion. Hunching and pumping into her treasure of a pussy, I then let go my own copious and ardent discharge, spitting it against the doorway, against the quivering entrance to her very womb, and filling her already buttery sheath with new and hot creams. Susan clawed in a frenzy at my sweaty back as she felt my meaty rifle go off, and fair lifted me from the floor of the wagon by her powerful strokes.
At last we fell quiet, spent and drained by our mighty and enervating exertions. My worn prick nestled in the bath of her liquidy pussy, and my emptied balls lay wrinkled against her sweetly modeled ass. My sister, no denying it, was a glorious fuck, an accomplished screwer of great and fevered passions. But that was once her bitch was unleashed by the application of mouth and lips and tongue to her cunnie, once her lusts were set free by the sucking of her joy button. Only then did she turn into the tigress of fuckery that she could become, raging and tearing at a man's stroking peter with the greasy fury of her flaming cunt.
I told her these things, whispered them into her tiny ear and the base of her satin throat and into her softly gasping mouth. I said she was a magnificent screw, that she was a most wondrous fuck, and that any man would be fortunate to kiss her lovely cunt.
She slipped from beneath me, and took my limp pecker in hand, to hold it and my sac lovingly as her own prize. "I hold no jealousy for Rachel now," she said, "nor for my own husband for pricking her so well. I would have them screw each other to their heart's content, if they be so disposed. I would have them fuck whenever they wished, and wherever the mood struck them. Dear Rachel, to share you with me; dear Roger, to allow me such bliss with my own brother."
I sighed and kissed her titties, marveling at their girlish heft but womanly shapings.
Then said she: "But hold. You spoke of coming upon Rachel whilst she screwed another man than Roger. If it was not Sam Leroy, it could be only -"
"Yes," said I. "I discovered Rachel being fucked by my father, and only two days past that was. Pa was going at her right raunchy, having been after the chance to screw her for many a year, and always been denied until then."
She caressed my cheek. "And were you not angered?"
"No, only delighted. I bethought myself that now I could take for myself those pussies that had been forbid me by custom and law - ma's cunnie; your cunnie; Sally's cunnie. And I have already fucked them all - mother and sister and daughter, as well as having pricked the generous pussy of Mother Audrey Allen. I have yet to screw young Willa, but screw her I will - as well as all other quims upon this wagon train. I hold no bar to fucking young Gayle Leroy, nor my wife's sister Martha, nor the Helen twin; neither do I hold back from bunging any or all the young lads, if so be their desires."
"Ah," sighed my sister, "only now do I know your true wishes, and dare to make known my own secret desires. For I also, wish to fuck all those as would mount me, boy and man, providing I may first be sucked by them - or by any woman or girl - to sweetly ready my pussy for the prick. What think you, darling brother - has this trek across the wilderness brought us all to a strange lusting for sex? Or has it to do with the repeated helpings of dried herbs fed us by our dam?"
"I think mayhap the herbs have to do with it," said I, "for something is keeping the women from swollen bellies, no matter who screws which, and better it is, thusly. But the trip also is a force, I believe, since it is bringing us all to a new life, what better way is it to start than by shedding, sloughing off, all the old life - to include the sexual traditions that have bound us tight for too long? I believe myself that none of us would have dared reveal our true feelings, had we not left home."
My sister kissed my lips. "Later, I would ask you how our dam screws, and how soon I may expect to be fucked by my sire, and when you will set your darling wife to seduce Sam Leroy, so that all men may have her loving ass. I would ask you also if she will take the lead in deflowering the lads, to include her own son - but now, 'twould be far better were you to take this hardening peter and allow me to sit upon it awhile, to take it into my cunnie in that fashion, and then, mayhap, have you any powers left to you, we will see can you insert it into my bung, for I have yet to be screwed by that entrance, and would see if it gives pleasures that cannot be reached by cunnie." I lay back and had her mount me in her turn, for we had the night before us, and would screw for the most of it.
CHAPTER SIX
NEXT MORN, PA CALLED ME TO HIM, and said that I should ride up front of the train with him for awhile, and he set Sam Leroy to holding rear guard. The way was well nigh flat, so the women who had to drive that day would have no problems they could not meet. The air was fresh and sweet, and the sky clear. It seemed that all aboard the train were in high spirits, laughing and joking and feeling good. For most - those that had been well screwed in the night -- the reason was obvious, and for the others, those who had not yet been brought into the circle of our family lovemaking, the high spirits must have been contagious, for all were happy. They were to become happier, most of them, ere the day was out and the night done, for more of them were to join the new way of life.
Pa had wanted me to ride with him for reason; we took a goodly gait with the mules, and rode far ahead of the wagons, so that we might rest our beasts at a spring, and ourselves in the shade of a clump of cottonwood trees. We sat with our backs to trees and pulled upon the pipes we had filled from our pouches. Our squirrel guns were at hand, and our sidearms, so we knew no fret, but were relaxed to talk of events of the night past, and of plans for the next hours.
"That Rachel," Pa said, with a shake of his grey mane. "That wife of your'n be pure minx, lad. Now the average female would be screwed down after lying three times with Roger Ballard, and taking all he could give to her. But not our Rachel, no sirree. She was yet hot to trot, and with Roger barely rolled off her belly, I climbed on and put my own meat to her, which she enjoyed most pleasantly, whilst Roger watched."
I smiled dreamily. "I vow that Rachel put on a performance, with one man a-screwing and another watching."
"That she did, lad. She near threw me into the brush, hunching and bucking like a mule in a yellowjacket nest. I say again, your wife is a fine fuck, lad, a most worthy woman."
"Thankee," said I. "Then, did Roger Ballard have at her more, or was he done?"
"Done,' Pa said around his pipestem, "but not ready to sleep with his own wife, since you were lying with her. Tell me, lad, how screws your sister Susan?"
"Mightily," said I. "We made all the trips, took each method in turn and had at it with a will. Once she has been mounted properly, she is a pussy aflame, and I also got the cherry of her bung yester eve. She spoke of wanting to screw you, Pa, and I see no need to wait longer. Mayhap Roger Ballard can be turned to dear ma, to keep them both busy, whilst you do prick your daughter - and whomsoever else you may attend thereafter."
Pa nodded. "Tell me of my grandchild Sally. Did you prick her also?"
"Lustily," said I. "She is hot blooded and most eager to learn, though she had been screwing the Tumly lad a bit; yet she had not truly reached her gooders until it was upon her daddy's thrusting prick. I sorrowed that I had to leave her soon, but there was Susan to be serviced, and swiftly, if I were to show her the sight of her husband and my wife in sexual embrace."
"Well, now," Pa said. "Little Sally will have to be taken care of, also. Mayhap I can service both her and my own daughter this night. And what of Rachel - shall Sam Leroy stick her?"
"Of course," said I. "Sam is due for a good screwing by my darling wife, and should she will it, she can take on one of the lads later. Myself - I would put it to Sam's wife Martha, especially since she is Rachel's own sister, and can I manage it, then seduce her daughter Gayle. To lie with mother and daughter 'twill be a new sensation."
"No more new than lying with daughter and granddaughter," Pa said. "The others will wait their turn, say I. Although I suspect we will have to put Roger to Audrey Allen, lest either of them sulk."
"And dear small Willa will have to be proper broken in - mayhap by one or both the lads, so that her tiny and virgin cunnie be stretched by degrees not hurtful to her. Ah, Pa; there is much to do, bringing all of the family into the screwing circle."
"True, lad, true - but think of the varied pleasures, the mixings and the blendings as we combine each with the other, in pairs and triples and fours to screw and be screwed, to suck and be sucked. I would we were a family of one hundred, for I can perceive of no better way to end my days than by fucking myself into oblivion."
"Nor can I," said I in agreement, "and I shall forever be happy that you at last managed to stick my wife, for had I not come upon you a-screwing dear Rachel, I should never have tasted the other wondrous pussies that have become mine in turn. All our family will be forever in your debt, Pa."
He waved a negligent hand and puffed busily upon his pipe, nonplussed to be so complimented.
We spoke more about the plans for the evening, and I rode back to the train to take up some of them, so as to get a head start for the night. Tying my mule to the tailboard of the Leroy wagon, I climbed into the seat and took the reins from the hands of my sister-in-law, Martha Leroy.
A handsome woman, Martha; as Rachel's sister, she was bound to be so, but there were differences atwixt them. Where my wife's hair was black as night, Martha's was a deep and polished brown, and where Rachel's form was sleek but a bit full, Martha's shape was more buxom. She was alone in the wagon, her daughter Gayle being in my own Conestoga with my children.
"Well, Martha," said I, "it can be lonesome with your man riding drag, eh?"
"Somewhat," she agreed, smiling. Martha was ever a gladsome woman, shy and giving.
"And last night was lonesome also," I ventured. "But not for all, I wager."
She glanced quickly at me and a flush deepened the color of her full cheeks. "I - I know not what you mean, brother-in-law."
"You would be deaf as a post not to hear the goings-on," said I, "even if your daughter had not heard a bit of the story from my elder daughter, which I vow has been the case. There were folks in the brush last eve, Martha - so many as to make the campfires deserted, almost. And do you know that those folks were not any of them with their own spouses?"
She turned a pretty red, then. "I - I bethought me of that, not seeing the proper ones in their proper places. But what has this to do -"
"With you, dear Martha? It has all to do with you, and your sweet daughter, and your husband - for comes it noon time, and I know my wife will be await in some shaded glen with a jug of corn when your Sam comes riding up. And your sister will most surely seduce your husband and lie with him in the open, a-screwing and a-fucking and whatever else will come to their fevered minds."
"Oh!" said Martha, and covered her face with her hands. "Oh - such terrible words, Zack. I would not hear them again. I - Sam and Rachel, you say?" Her eyes peeped between her fingers.
"Yes," I said. "Rachel has been screwed by Pa and by Roger Ballard, and today she spreads her eager thighs for Sam Leroy. Tonight, she will be fucking whoever takes her fancy - mayhap starting our son John on the road to proper learning as she teaches him how to pack a woman's cunnie and how to get his own gooders there."
"How awful!" Martha cried. "Why - why - you would even include sweet and innocent Gayle in your nefarious schemings, I wager. My daughter shall not, will not -"
"Your daughter probably already has," said I. "Tom Tumly has thrice screwed my daughter Sally, and he may have been betwixt Gayle's young legs also. And yes, I would screw Gayle Leroy, and this very night, if it work out so. But first, I would stick you, darling sister-in-law; I would crawl atop that soft belly of yours and found your plump mound of Venus - to kiss and to lick and to stuff with my long, hard staff."
Her eyes grew wide and luminous, and her hands fell slowly from her flushed cheeks. "Why, Zack - my sister Rachel is the most sensuous of us, the prettier girl, and I did not you that you had ever yearned for me."
"Mightily," I said. "And I doubt me not that you are every whit as sensuous as Rachel, given the proper time and the proper man to release your abandonment. Today is the proper time, dear Rachel - I will call up your daughter to handle the reins, whilst you and I ride in back of the wagon and drink enough good corn liquor to heat our blood."
"G-gayle - driving whilst you and I - whilst we - oh! I cannot say the words. Is that so wise?"
I noted that her resistance, such as it was, had been broken, and that her goodly breasts were heaving up and down in her mounting excitement as she anticipated the thrusting of a strange prick into her shyly held pussy. There had been hidden in her also the urge to incestuous conduct, but of a different fashion than the rest of us had brought into play so far, for I saw her eyes alight most lewdly as she spoke of her daughter's presence.
I pulled the jug from beneath the wagon seat and had her pull twice at it ere urging her into the back to await me. Then, tapping the jug myself a time or three, I called back to the following wagon and had Gayle Leroy trot up to her own.
The girl came panting, her face redded by exercise, her mouth shining wetly. She wore a thing, short dress that exposed her girlish knees and showed one of them to be scratched; the material also showed her budding teats. "Yes, uncle?" she asked.
"You can drive a spell," said I, and offered her a tin cup splashed with whiskey.
She stared in surprise, but greedily took the cup and quaffed its contents to prove her maturity. I kissed her cheek as I poured another splash for her, and patted her young tail in friendly fashion to show I knew she was growing up and should be complimented as a full woman. Gayle smiled at me but her eyes went wide when I told her I would be spending a spell back in the wagon with her ma, and should she care to watch a bit later, to do so with care - both for her ma's tender sensibilities, and for the road ahead, so that the mules did not stray.
By the quick expression that passed over her young and suntanned face, I knew she had indeed been talking to my elder daughter, and that Sally had bragged on being screwed last night. I stroked her thigh once more, and moved back in the wagon to be with her dam. Martha was already stripped in the dimness of the canvas, and lying upon her side, turned from me. Her ample buttocks gleamed softly up at me, and I did hurry to shuck my own clothing so I could lie down with her and caressed those tender mounds. Kissing the back of her neck where it came down sweetly from her richly brown hair, I took my hardened peter in hand and touched it to Martha's arse.
She flinched greatly, as if she would leap from the wagon, but she stilled and accepted my staff with grace as I slid it betwixt her plump thighs so that it poked out beyond her bushy mound, but pressed warmly up against it. I had my balls up to her ass cheeks then, and reached around my hand to cup one of her large teats. I thumbed the rigid nipple, and found it to be most hard as my rod, and thought how shyly this one spoke, but with what eagerness had she stripped and made ready for a fucking.
Wriggling her plump Buttocks, she lifted and maneuvered, but could not seat the swollen head of my prick into her thickly haired cleft until she took it in her warm hand and guided it proper.
She soon had it started, and lifted her bum to me as she bent her upper body, and there it slipped inside her hotly greased pussy, on past the gulping lips and into the steamy suction of her cunt so new to me. I have always reveled in this first burying of the meat into a strange cunt, gloried in the initial caress of a juicy cleft that is throbbing to be fucked and poked into ecstasy.
Martha had a merry pussy, one that grasped and pulled upon my lancing pecker, a sweetly shaped and joyously buttered cunnie that drew my peter deeply within her and squirmed on it ere allowing her arse to lift and slide it back out almost to its pulsing head.
But then she would slam back down upon it, taking my prick into her hot slot clear to its bag, and making such violent wriggles with her bum as to almost grind off my staff at its root. I held one hand to her ass, and the other to a bouncing teat, and did feed her my meaty rod as forcefully as I could, meeting the downward pushes of her buttocks with a lifting motion that set my prick solidly to her with each lunge.
Martha cried out her pleasure as she reached her short rows: "Oh, Zack! Oh - oh - I have never screwed another man save Sam, but you reach my very bowels with that long peter. Oh, Zack - I am fast approaching my discharge - oh - screw me hard and screw me fast, dear love - for I come, I come! I discharge now - now!"
I turned my head as I twisted my peter into that hotly shuddering pussy, reaching for my own gooders and so enjoying the feel of Martha's adorably rounded arse cheeks as she rubbed them into my belly. I turned and saw the intently staring face of young Gayle Leroy as she peered into the wagon bed and saw me putting prick to her squirming mother from the back.
I hunched once more, and so released my own spitting load into Martha, ejaculated my own thrilling hot semen into the depths of her throbbing, flexing pussy.
In a moment, Martha stirred again with her cunt, and rolled her plump arse from me so she could turn and take my prick in a different fashion. It was then she saw her daughter's face.
"Oh - oh Gayle," said she, blushing furiously. "I - he - your ma - oh, Gayle - forgive me -"
"These bedamned mules!" Gayle said in her turn. "Hold on, ma; hold on, uncle - I will call my cousin Sally to hold these lines for us, and damned if I don't join you for my share, for although I am a maiden yet, I would prove I am ripe for the plucking and already a woman grown."
Her voice called loudly, insistently, and 'twas but a moment ere my daughter Sally had climbed to the wagon box to drive the mules, and after a whispered conversation with Gayle, said back to me: "Service them well, my lovely father - screw them deeply, for I have spoken much of your prowess, and would have them know I did not lie about your peter and how wondrously you use it."
Little Gayle fair leaped into the wagon bed, shucking her dress as she came, and her young body was fair to behold. Thin she was, and somewhat bony about the hips, and her childish titties were only beginning to bud and nipple up, but there was a wisp of reddish brown hair upon her maiden's mound, and her legs were supple with the grace of a young filly eager to race.
But I was not the one who took her to bosom first. I stared in surprise as Martha Leroy took her naked daughter in her arms and held that reddish brown head to her own ample teats.
"Oh my love, my own sweet love," Martha Leroy panted, caressing her daughter's arse, running her hands up and over the small tight buttocks and between the thin thighs from the back. "Oh, my sweet - do allow your ma to help you thusly, to loosen you for the pricking of your Uncle Zack, so that you will not be muchly pained. Oh my darling Gayle, how long have I yearned to kiss you so, to rub you so, to love you -" And Martha fell to kissing her girl with an open mouth, and to running her tongue atwixt Gayle's lips, and to rubbing her hairy bush into the girl's lightly wisped pussy. They sighed to each other, and I lay there with my swollen pecker at full attention, watching them squirm and wiggle in embrace as their legs slid in and out of each other's grasp, as their asses moved up and down and around, almost as if a man and woman were grinding away to get at their gooders.
I Indeed, Martha climbed over atop the girl, and made fucking motions with her pelvis, and the girl threw arms around her ma, and lifted her spread legs to make screwing motions back. I bethought me then that two females could truly reach discharge in such a fashion, were they to manage to caress their buttons of joy together, rub them in mutual rhythms as their clefts slipped back and forth one on the other.
Martha cried out first, and her arse quivered as she turned stiff; then Gayle said something in a moan I could not make into words, but I knew she had gotten her girlish gooders. Then Martha slipped on down, having forgot me completely as she made mouthing love to her young daughter, burying her face in between those thin legs and fondling the small, round cheeks of Gayle's arse.
They wiggled some then, the girl squirming and bucking as her ma buried tongue and teeth into her virgin pussy to lick and suck upon the delicate linings therein, to kiss and tickle the joy button until the young lass screamed in ecstasy and bumped her invigorated young pussy against her mother's face.
I could not sit idly by and watch any longer. Climbing around behind and above Martha where she lay atwixt the legs of her girl, I lay down atop those large white cheeks and forced the head of my peter on down to find that creamy cleft of hers once more, and discover it I did, as Martha lifted her arse to aid me in entering.
I slipped it into her cunt, and found it to be both slippery and burning hot, but I did not then desire to fuck it to complete gratification, so I only gave it a stroke or two, then removed my pecker. Gently taking her head from her daughter's crotch, I then pulled Martha up so that she lay upon her back beside Gayle. The girl's eyes were shut and her mouth panting open, and a sheen of sweat covered her entire glistening body.
Putting my hands under her shoulders, I lifted her upper body and slid it over atop her ma's, lying her back softly down upon those big teats with the erect brown nipples standing up. Then I moved her lower body, lifting her limp ass to sit it atop her mother's round belly, and to spread her slender tan legs wide so that her sucked, but as yet unfucked, pussy shone damply and so appealingly up at me.
"Dear Martha," said I tenderly, "do you hold your girl thusly upon your belly, so that you may tilt up her pussy and so make it easier for my staff to enter it. Yes, dear woman - that be the way."
So saying, I crawled in between their spread four legs and fondled each of their sweet cunnies in turn, since one was set exactly atop the other. I caressed them with my hands, and slipped a finger into each of them, so that the darling females began to lift and squirm together, each rotating their pussy upon my hand.
Gayle's young cunt was tight and unstretched, but lubricated generously by the sucking her ma had freshly given her, and the girl's eyes fluttered open to watch my ministrations as I prepared to take her maidenhead.
Gently, I set the pulsing and spongy head of my tool against that tender cleft, rubbing it first back and forth amongst that delicate hair, to further stimulate and grease her inside Then, with my pecker yet ashine with her ma's pussy juices, then did I shove gently but firmly whilst holding to those boyish hips, and I felt my head make way into the tight gripping of that virgin cunt.
More I pushed, and harder, whilst young Gayle gasped and squirmed part in pain and part in a lust to have this meaty staff inside her untried sheath. Her ma lifted her pelvis and took her daughter's ass in hand, to spread it and further ease the pass of my stiff prick into that unused cup of love.
An inch, I gained, and yet another, and Gayle cried out: "Oh! Oh, dear uncle - you are killing me. You will split me wide. Oh - I cannot get that huge thing inside my poor cunnie - please, oh please, do withdraw your peter and allow me to go free."
"No," said I, "we are here to fuck, and fucked will you be, willy-nilly. Relax, dear girl - push your ass up and thrust with your belly."
"Yes, yes," said her mother, hiking her own arse higher so as to better balance her girl upon her belly as I pushed harder to the portal of that tremulous little cleft. "Yes, dear - do as your uncle says and push back. It will hurt but a moment, and then you will so enjoy it -"
"Oh!" said little Gayle.
"Ah," said I, as I felt my staff gain another inch, and suddenly the entire head of it was inside her tight little pussy lips, and now I could force it farther, deeper up into that never-before fucked little sheath that stretched to accommodate my prick.
"Oh, please -" Gayle cried out.
"Gently, I pray," said her mother.
"Ahh!" said I, and with a mighty lunge, buried the full length of my peter inside the girl, driving it through the barrier that tried to stand in its way, piercing her maidenhead and sundering it forever. My prick drove home to its bag, clear to its roots, and young Gayle screamed but once.
Then she fell to fucking me with a power and a natural instinct that told me she had long been in need of a man's prick. She bucked and groaned; she shook her small bum so that her ma beneath it had to gasp for breath. She ground her belly and clamped me into the vise of her thin legs, and a-fucking we went at top speed, though I knew full well that some of the oily juice I felt within her contracting pussy was not all the liquids of her virgin love, but also was it mingled with the blood of her broken cherry.
Little cared we as we screwed on, pumping and shaking and just a-twisting it to each other, until the dear child called out: "Oh! Oh - I die - I die!" and shuddering in a wave of release, she fainted.
"She is fainted," I panted to her mother. "Hold her tender ass still, so that it will not bounce about and bruise your belly. There, little bitch, I cram it yet deeper into your cunt. I pack your violently hot little pussy with my prick, and now, to mix with your own virgin juices - here - here! I give you my discharge!"
And so saying, I fired my pistol deep within her limp pussy, spurted and pumped in slowing ejaculations until she had within her well-fucked young cunt, my entire manhood.
I lay gasping for air as young Gayle opened her eyes and would grind upon the delight of my buried peter once more, but I needed rest, and so withdrew slowly from her now greasy envelope, that tight and eager small cunt that I had thusly been first to fuck.
Martha slid aside her girl and cleansed her daughter's thighs of blood and juices, using a soft towel and applying unguents inside Gayle's pussy, but I bethought me the lass would need only the soothing of a peter in there.
We drank corn and Sally thrust in her head from time to time, to comment excitedly upon the scene she had peeped in at, bragging to the girl and her mother of the excellence of her Pa's peter, and pleading with me to give it to her soon as was possible.
"Damned be to the mules," said I, fired again by the corn and my own urges. "Tie the lines to the brake, Sally, and hie yourself in here to join us."
Thus my daughter did, peeling her dress aside and kissing her cousin and auntie in turn before giving her open young mouth to me to be tongued.
My Pa had spoken of combinations to be affected, of blendings, and surely here was one for me to enjoy whilst I could hold a hardened prick for myself. Three beauteous females - one plump, one slender, one thin - two of them but children, and the other my wife's own sister. I had them lie beside each other, side by side upon the blankets, their legs all spread to show me their lovely cunts in a line.
I kissed them each in turn, running my tongue into their mouths one after the other, and fondling their teats, caressing their adorable pussies, running my finger into Martha's, then Gayle's, then Sally's clefts.
I crawled first between Martha's legs, and put in my peter as she wriggled hungrily to take it into her body depths. I gave her six thrusting strokes, half a dozen long, deep penetrations of her pussy as she began to moan and shake her ass.
Then I withdrew and crawled atop Gayle, to force my rod into her tight cunnie again, for the same number of thrusts, while the child laughed aloud in her glee and rotated her small bum most womanly.
Out of that pussy and into the next one, went I - this time driving it home into the tight, hot slot of my beloved daughter Sally. "Oh, pa! Oh, pa!" cried she. "A day is too long to do without your wondrous peter. Oh, do fuck me deep and well."
But I gave her only her six strokes, or tried to; she clenched me and hunched furiously along my rod until she got her gooders ere falling back in a smiling daze to allow me to withdraw. I gave my meat back to young Gayle Leroy, and she gobbled it with her pussy to also hold it in check until she could discharge.
Martha's turn came next, and she took my dripping prick with great joy, sliding it by hand into her steamy pussy and grinding upon it until she, too, fired her load. I had yet to reach my gooders with any of the three I was fucking in tandem style, and I bethought me that both Gayle and her ma had already gotten my ejaculations within them, both had already taken my creamed spurting against the entrances of their palpitating wombs, so 'twould be only fair for me to finish my fuck inside my own daughter, so that she also might know the bubbling warmth of my release semen in her young and devoted cunt.
I told them of my decision, and Gayle and her ma fell to playing with each other as I climbed back atop my own girl. This time, Gayle was eagerly fingering her ma's pussy as well, whilst Martha taught her girl the joys of hand diddling.
I stuck my peter, slippery and swollen as it was, into my sweet daughter's avidly clenching cunnie, and we fell to pounding our bellies together in a frenzy of desire. My balls rocked against the slender crack of her lifted and gyrating ass; my hairy mound slammed to hers tightly with each penetrating thrust, and the head of my prick, greased and oiled by the juices of two other women, pounded the far end of her tilted sheath.
"Fuck me, pa!" she cried.
"Fuck me, daughter!" I cried. We bumped and heaved and hunched, and I felt her tight, hot pussy ripple with her gooders as she screamed aloud her joy, and I let go my own shot, squirting it deliciously into her flexing cunt, as far back as I could hurl the frothing liquid.
It was some time later that I revived myself enough to take some strengthening swallows of corn, to don trousers and shirt and boots once more, and to mount upon the wagon seat, where I unwrapped the reins from the brake handle and clucked to the plodding mules to show them they were once more driven.
From behind me, Sally said tenderly, "Pa - mind you not if we go on making love? Martha and Gayle would teach me how women make love to each other, and how much joy we may have by diddling."
"Enjoy yourselves," I said to them. "I will think of other fashions to be with you - but I am certain that Pa Wilson and Sam Leroy will also want to screw with you all, so do prepare yourselves for such a notion, come nightfall."
I bethought myself that now we had to hide only from the two lads, John Wilson and Tom Tumly, and from my younger lass Willa; the rest had all been put to the prick, or to the pussy, one way or the other.
By now, my sweet wife had taken the third strange prick into her eager slit, her third lover in as many days, and Sam Leroy had been initiated into the new way of life. Tonight, Sam could enjoy my daughter and his own, whilst I might put John to his dam and see what transpired. There was yet the Tumly girl - the twin, I reminded myself. That poor child had yet to be screwed, so I would devote myself to her this coming eve, whilst urging her brother Tom (and his small pecker) to have a go at my girl Willa.
Within a day or two I would have myself have screwed every cunnie on the wagon train, and my Pa would not be far behind me. Mayhap he would be ahead of me, with Helen and Willa, for there were repeat screwings I would enjoy tasting - my dam and Mother Audrey; my sister and sweet Sally.
Sighing in great satisfaction, I drank heavily of the corn jug and took half a canteen of water to replenish my juices. We had been but a full month on the road from St. Louis, this Wilson party, and already we had coupled in most gleeful arrangements that would have set our old neighbors to a-shooting at us for beasts, were they to hear of our bawdy and lascivious debaucheries.
But now we had no neighbors, save for coyotes and mayhap some red savage slinking off through the brush and taking pains to stay out of rifle range on the prairie. We had no laws, save for those we would make for ourselves, and there was none to say us nay, did any of us wish to screw another man's wife, or our own sisters, or to fuck our own children, or to lie with our own parents.
There had been no forcible rape, nor was there likely to be, what with the gallop of passions throughout our always horny party.
Old and young, plump and thin, we were all caught up in a frenzy of screwing such as no one of us had ever known. And we were not disturbed, save as we used peckers and pussies to disturb each other. Indeed, we were all greatly stimulated, each of us made over by some combination of events and travels, by herbs and airs and corn, into all we so long had secretly wished to be and yearned to do. We became happier than any had been before, and free.
I sound somewhat like a traveling preacher a-lecturing, but such be far from the case. I am happy to have here set down what there has been room to tell of our story, not that I expect it ever to see light of day outside this family.
My diary has been a history of what transpired betwixt us all, at least for that portion of the journey that brought us but to our first leg of the journey to the golden territory called California.
But I must confess that I have run out of paper, and must use this last page to tell but briefly of our way west, and of the promises our strange travels have held out to us all. Then I will put aside this book of pages until we reach some place of civilization, where I may trade skins or jerky for another like it, and so continue my story from the time I left it off.
I am afeared that in this fashion, some detail may be forever lost through forgetfulness, but I shall ask the others of our party to help me recall each event as it happened - like the pricking of Susan and Sally by my Pa, him screwing daughter and granddaughter in the same bed; like the time Sam Leroy bunged Tom Tumley whilst the lad was putting prick to Sam's own wife; like the night I used the twins together, boy and girl alike, sticking first one and then the other, and being greatly surprised to find Tom's small but active pecker slip into my own arse as I was fucking his twin sister atwixt her lovely lips.
There are many scenes as these, and I do hope we will be apt to recall them all and to set them to paper for our descendents to read and to wonder at.
I will keep this tome with me, do we go into any village, so that no prowler may come upon it and set the law on us for incest. For if any such happens to this party, there will be dead law aplenty along our back trail, and we would not call attention to our passing, can we avoid it.
The night is coming, and the wagons draw into a circle. I hear sounds from the wagons as we prepare for the night's screwing. Supper will be rich and hearty, but no richer, no more fulfilling, than the screwing that will follow. I close this book now, to take it up whence we arrive in California.
