Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Kitty and the Schoolmarm
Keywords: first, futa, herm, FF, impregnation, romance, western

   Kitty and the Schoolmarm

   By Honey Moon











   Kitty hurried down the boardwalk carrying a tray draped with a gingham
cloth.  It was almost high noon, and she wanted to be sure her pa got his
dinner on time.  The young woman cautiously swung wide in front of the
double doors of the Golden Nugget saloon.  Pa had really cleaned up the
town of Wilson's Gulch, but one never knew if a rowdy farm hand or cowboy
would cause some offence in that den of sin, and be thrown bodily out into
the street.



   Balancing the tray with one hand, Kitty entered the Sheriff's office and
closed the door behind her.  "Pa, Miss Mary fixed the fried chicken you're
so fond of." She called happily.



   Her father, Sheriff Jackson Tucker, put down the dime novel he was
reading.  "Kitty, what am I going to do with you?" His voice was stern, but
there was no mistaking the look of love as he stood and took the tray from
his only daughter.  "You promised!  Why aren't you at the schoolhouse?"



   Kitty sighed.  "Pa, school is for young `uns!  I'm a full growed woman
of eighteen!  There ain't nothin' old Mr.  Peabody could learn me that I
need knowin' in order to see after you or even to help out Miss Mary at the
roomin' house!"



   Jackson shook his head.  He put down the tray, and with no warning,
tossed the tattered yellow jacketed book to her.  "I want you to turn to
any page, and start reading to me."



   Kitty looked at the book, and her face grew red.  "Aw pa, I don't need
to be readin' no books like this!" she scrutinized the crudely drawn cover
illustration that depicted a man wearing a star on his vest.  "If I want to
learn a story about a lawman, I'll just listen to one of yours!"



   Jackson sighed.  "Kitty, this is all my fault.  Once your mother passed
away, rest her soul, I was too busy trying to make this town into one folk
could feel proud to live in.  I reckon I was just a mite too single minded.
I never could seem to make enough time to teach a little eight year old
terror any readin' or ciphering.  Before I knew it, you went and grew up on
me."



   "Pa, you learned me to shoot!" she lovingly patted the gun riding low on
her hip.  "That's more important then any book learnin'!"



   "He shook his head.  "Kitty, I promised your ma.  We finally have a fine
school, and I want you to attend!"



   "But pa, I heard tell that old Mr.  Peabody is so hard a hearin' that
nobody can get him to listen to their questions!  If you make a mistake
because you didn't understand his mumbling, he whacks your knuckles with a
ruler!" Kitty shook her head.  "I'll do fine as I am!  I don't need any
schoolin' if'n it means busted fingers!"



   Jackson sat down to his dinner.  "Kitty, what will I do with you?  Mr.
Peabody is set to retire.  We have a new teacher coming in all the way from
New York City!  Please darlin', give it a try!" He lifted the cloth from
the tray.  "My, this does look mighty tasty!  Mary didn't have to go
through such trouble."



   Kitty giggled.  She was glad of the change in subject.  "Pa, Miss Mary
is sweet on you, can't you tell?" she smiled serenely.  "I just know ma
would have liked her.  The ten years since ma passed is long enough for you
to be alone.  Why don't you take Miss Mary to the founders day dance?"



   It wasn't often that the big man blushed, but he did now.  "Kitty, I'm
too set in my ways to fuss and bother with taking a woman to a dance!"



   "Well I think you should ask!" Kitty said with a smug look.  "I happen
to know that she'll say yes!"



   "Kitty!" he smiled ruefully.  "That'll be enough of that." He pulled the
gold watch out of his vest pocket and frowned at it.  "Wouldn't you know? I
have to go meet the new schoolmarm.  She's due on the noon stage."



   "Pa, eat your dinner!" Kitty ordered.  "I'll go see to the sour old
biddy!"



   "Kitty!"



   "Um, I'll go see that the new schoolmarm gets settled in at the roomin'
house."



   "That's better.  Her name is Miss Sara Mitchell." He looked his daughter
over.  "I wish you had time to run and change into a dress.  I don't want
you to meet the new teacher looking like a savage running around in
buckskin trousers!"



   "Oh pa, they're much more practical if'n I have to do any outside chores
like fetchin' any wood for Miss Mary!" She took a deep breath.  "You know I
hate dressin' in frilly sissy things!"



   "Scoot!  The stage should be in at any time!"



   Kitty couldn't help giggling as she left the office.  Pa was always
tryin' to make a lady out of her, but she made darn sure she stayed just
the way she wanted to be!  She didn't feel like herself if she wasn't
wearing her buckskins!  Besides, granny Wind-blossom was very clever at
working tanned hides.  The intricately beaded shirt jacket offered her a
feeling of security.  It fit to her form so well; that it comfortably
supported the womanly abundance Mother Nature had saw fit to saddle her
with.



   On days like today, Kitty really appreciated the extra long fringed
tails of the garment.  She had awoken with that strange problem again, and
feared folk would notice something wasn't quite right with her.  The low
hanging shirt jacket and bulky buckle of her gun belt were a great aid in
hiding that other little gift Mother Nature had granted!  Best of all, the
high cut to the sides assured she was quick on the draw, too.  After all,
that was the really important thing!



   Kitty hurried to the New Frontiers Hotel to await the noon stage.  At
nearly quarter to one, she saw the dust of its approach.  She nodded to
herself.  It was right on schedule!  She pushed back her hat, and stood
tall while waiting to meet the old biddy sent to take over the schoolhouse.



   The driver brought the horses to a stop just in front of the hotel
steps. Kitty watched eagerly as he jumped down and pulled open the door. 
Miss Sara Mitchell was not what she was expecting at all.  A tall elegant
looking woman wearing a green velveteen traveling cloak over a matching
green dress emerged.  For just a fleeting instant, Kitty saw a flash of
pale white when the swirl of skirts revealed just a hint of shapely leg
over high buttoned shoes as the traveler stepped down from the stage.  That
lightening quick glimpse of milky white flesh was over in a heartbeat, but
that didn't matter.  Kitty gulped.  She felt it begin.  Right out in the
bright autumn sunshine, she was beginning one of those strange spells that
came upon her more and more often!



   Kitty tried to set her mind against it, but that odd tense feeling was
growing stronger.  Beneath her buckskin trousers, she felt the flesh stir
and begin to grow firm.  Before long, it took on the same throbbing urgency
it had every morning when she awoke with her boy shaft too hard for her to
make morning water.  "Don't go thinkin' evil thoughts!" she whispered to
herself, as she noted the shiny highlights of the reddest hair she had ever
seen under the woman's prim bonnet.



   Kitty was in a real fix!  Not knowing what else to do, she dashed
forward, and snatched the woman's carpet bag right out of her hand.  "I'm
Kitty Tucker.  My pa's the Sheriff in these parts, He sent me to meet you.
He's busy with important matters of law at the moment." Kitty smiled
crookedly as she held the carpet bag in front of herself.  That sounded
real respectable like!  Better then sayn' pa was eating his dinner!



   "Why hello there Miss Kitty, I'm very happy to make your acquaintance."
The lovely woman extended her hand, just like a real lady!



   Kitty fumbled the bag to her left hand, and carefully clasped the
teacher's with her right.  "I'm powerful glad to meet you, Miss Sara!" she
said with a wide smile.  The soft dainty hand against hers sent warmth
spreading through her body.  Kitty almost sighed.  Her prod was now just as
hard as the .36 caliber Paterson revolver in her holster, and Kitty had to
fight not to think about how she wanted to wrap her fingers around the hot
flesh and make it shoot!  "I'll take you to Miss Mary's roomin' house." She
didn't know why, but it just seemed important to continue.  "That's where
me and pa live, too!"



   "I thought I would be living in the hotel." The traveler said as she
turned to look at the impressive structure.



   "Oh no, the New Frontiers is strictly for gamblers, oil men,
politicians, and other unsavory characters!  You're staying at Miss Mary's
roomin' house with us respectable folk!" she grinned.  "That way we'll be
neighbors."



   The redhead smiled sweetly.  "It will be nice to have another lady
around to talk to."



   Kitty blushed.  "Aw, I ain't no lady!" she said shyly.  She came to a
sudden decision.  "I, um, I am one of your students though!"



   "You are?" Sara looked Kitty up and down.  "How old are you?"



   The younger woman blushed.  "I, um, I'm eighteen, ma'am.  Pa says I need
schoolin' on account of I ain't never learned any readin' writin' or
cipherin'."



   "Why, you're only three years younger then I am." Sara saw the look of
embarrassment on her new friend's lovely face.  "I'll be happy to have you
as one of my students, Kitty!" She grinned.  "Oh, and outside of the
schoolhouse, I'm Sara to my friends."



   "Okay, ma'am, uh, Sara!"



   Kitty led Sara to the rooming house, holding the carpet bag awkwardly to
hide the embarrassing activity nudging uncomfortably against her gun belt.
Since Doctor McCoy had passed last year, there was nobody left in the whole
wide world that knew Kitty possessed something a young woman had no right
to have.  Ma had kept this tiny detail from pa, and Doc McCoy was such an
old dear that he never told a living soul about what he saw on the
otherwise healthy baby girl he had delivered.  Kitty held her secret close,
but suddenly it seemed like that was going to be much harder to do.  Sara
even smelled nice!  How was she going to be able to keep herself composed
while living under the same roof with the beautiful new schoolmarm?



   "Miss Mary!" Kitty hollered when they entered the parlor.  "I have the
new schoolmarm here, and she'll be needin' your best room!"



   Plump and pretty, Miss Mary hustled into the room.  "Gracious Kitty,
there's no need to shout!"



   Kitty smiled.  She liked Miss Mary.  She liked her a lot, but she knew
that the woman had her eye on pa.  That somehow made it much easier to be
around the open and friendly woman.  Kitty would just occasionally, well,
every night, think about her.  She'd wonder what that firm well rounded
body looked like under her clothes, while gently rubbing a loosely closed
fist up and down the iron hard length of her prod.



   "Hello, my name is Sara Mitchell." Sara once again extended her hand.



   Miss Mary clasped it briefly.  "I have a lovely room for you." She gave
a wink.  "Its right next to this here wild woman's room, with the bathing
room on the other side of hers." Miss Mary's eyes twinkled.  "We have a
galvanized tub, and I can heat up plenty of hot water for a bath, even if
you'll be wanting one every day."



   Kitty giggled.  "I ain't so wild, Miss Mary!  I even take baths regular
like, every couple a days, if'n I need it or not!"



   Sara sighed.  "Oh, I would just adore a hot bath!  The ride was so
dusty, I'm sure I must look a fright!"



   "You look just fine to me, Sara!" Kitty blurted out without thinking.



   "Sara laughed.  "I feel like I'm wearing the dust of every mile I
traveled.  Miss Mary could you to start heating the water right now?"



   "Certainly Miss Sara." Mary smiled.  "We have a "Geyser" water heater
machine built by Mister Benjamin Waddy Maughan.  It was shipped across the
ocean, all the way from Europe!"



   The teacher looked hopeful.  "Would you have a W.C.  as well?"



   Mary grinned.  "We are very modern here.  Ours is the only water closet
in the whole town, possibly the state!" Grabbing her skirts, the older
woman hustled up the stairs to start the water heating.



   Sara sighed.  "I think I'm going to like it here!"



   Kitty giggled.  "It's so nice not to get chilled to the bone if you have
to, um, you know, in the middle of a long winter's night!"



   Kitty showed Sara the way up to her new home.  First, she paused to let
Sara see Miss Mary's sewing room.  Kitty discretely pointed out the wooden
box packed full of old but serviceable cloth and scrap rags.  That was
something any women staying in the roomin' house needed to know about for
when they were inflicted with the monthly curse.  Secretly Kitty thought it
wasn't fair that she was afflicted with it too, even though she was part
boy.  You'd think having a staff would exempt her from Eve's curse!  Still,
it wasn't her place to question the wisdom of the good Lord.  With a wry
grin, she led her new friend up the stairs.



   "Oh, this is lovely!" Sara exclaimed as she looked over the open sunny
room with its two windows.  "I never had such a grand big bed before."



   Kitty found herself blushing at memories of some very thrilling sounds
she had heard through the wall separating this room from her own.  "Mister
and Mrs.  Grant used to have this room while he was overseeing the
construction of the new railroad spur.  They ordered that bed special. 
They surely were rich!  Why, Mr.  Grant used to give me a half dime just
for getting him a copy of the newspaper every mornin'!  They moved back
east when Mrs.  Grant, um, became in ah, the family way."



   Sara raised an eyebrow at Kitty, but only smiled kindly.  "I guess I'll
just have to get used to such decadent extravagance."



   Kitty paused.  She looked at the coverlet on the bed that Sara had been
obviously eyeing.  Kitty didn't recognize the fancy words, but she knew
decay mean rot!  There was no call to use such highfalutin words just
because the linen wasn't store bought new!  "I'm sure Miss Mary can get you
something more fitting your fine big city ways." She said icily.



   Sara looked at the younger woman.  "Kitty, is there something wrong?"



   "My ma made me that quilt when she first learned she wasn't gonna be
with us when I was growed!  I kept it in my hope chest for if'n I ever got
hitched!  I ain't the marrying type, so I let Mrs.  Grant use it!  She
liked it!  She never said it was decaying or extra vagrant or anything!"



   Sara stepped back from the sudden outpouring of emotion.  "Kitty, just
hold on a minute!" she took a deep breath.  "Decadent extravagance, in the
way I used it, is not detrimental, uh, bad.  I was merely joking about me
needing to get used to something very costly and above my station in life!"
She ran a gentle hand over the quilt.  "This is simply lovely!  Your momma
was a fine seamstress.  I'd be very proud and happy if you let me use it!"



   Kitty's eyes opened wide.  It suddenly hit her that just maybe pa was
right.  Maybe she did need to learn a few more things then just how to
shoot straight.  Embarrassed tears filled her eyes.  "I'm sorry, Sara!  I
reckon I must sound powerful stupid to someone with book learnin' like
you!"



   Sara hugged the teen to her.  "Oh honey, you are far from stupid! 
Didn't you tell me you were going to be one of my students?" she smiled. 
"Don't you want me to teach you reading and ciphering?"



   Kitty was startled at being hugged like this.  Sara felt so nice against
her.  She was so soft and warm!  Nearly as large as her own, it made her
heart pound when Sara's bosom pressed against hers.  The teacher's warmth
seemed to flow into her own body.  Sara said she needed a bath, but Kitty
thought her natural scent was wonderful!  She could even smell a hint of
lemons in her beautiful red hair.  Kitty pulled back when her boy part gave
an alarming throb.  Thank goodness the position of her gun belt's large
silver buckle went a long way to hide that fact!  "I'll try to be a good
student." She whispered.  "I'm sorry for actin' so darn foolish!"



   "Kitty, if you ever hear anyone use a word that you don't understand,
just take me aside and ask what it means.  If I don't know, we can look it
up together.  I'm sure the schoolhouse has a dictionary.  Mr.  Peabody has
informed me that it has a small but interesting library shelf."



   Kitty wiped her eyes and grinned sheepishly.  "Okay Sara, but don't you
be tellin' nobody that I cried like a sissy, you hear?  Everyone for miles
knows I'm too tough to act like a girl!"



   Sara laughed.  "My lips are sealed!  Now kitty, show me to the bath!"



   "It's just down the hall, past my room.  There used ta be four bedrooms
on this floor, but Miss Mary had the last one made into a bathing room. 
Since one is empty right now, it'll be always nice and quiet for us,
exceptin' when someone comes poundin' on the stairs in need of the W.C.!"
Kitty risked leaving the carpet bag behind when she led Sara to the small
room that contained nothing but a large thirty gallon galvanized tub, with
a sturdy iron pipe protruding from the wall over it.  "That little door
directly across the hall leads to the W.C.  You can see where the
floorboards were pulled up and replaced when the workmen laid in the pipe
for it." She giggled.  "It's really snug in there, `cause it used to be a
linen closet.  It sure beats goin' outside in raw weather though!



   Kitty sniffed at the smoky smell that signaled the water being heated up
on the top floor.  "A windmill at the well keeps the tank full most times.
Miss Mary goes up and lights a fire any time someone is needin' a bath. 
The water should be hot enough now." She said as she rammed a large cork
into the hole in the tub.



   "Don't pull that out until you're finished.  The water will empty out
real fast into another pipe that leads down hill all the way to the creek."
Kitty giggled as she turned the small iron wheel that started steaming
water flowing into the tub.  "The W.C.  does too, but we don't like to talk
about that.  Always use the well if'n you want a drink and the cool water
tank is dry.  If you go to the creek for anything, always head upstream a
good ways!" When the tub was half full, she quickly shut off the flow.



   "I'll keep that in mind!" Sara said with a grin.  She turned at a thump,
and saw the stage driver and his shotgun rider coming up the narrow
stairway with her trunk.  "Thank you gentlemen!" she said cheerfully as
they lumbered by.  "Just put it in that room with the open door."



   "Yes ma'am!"



   The two women followed as the men deposited the trunk and went on their
way.  "I think the rider fancy's you, Kitty." Sara whispered with a
chuckle. The strapping young man had paused long enough for a good eyeful
of the handsome womanly figure no amount of buckskin could hide, before
heading on his way with a grin on his face and a suspicious lump in the
front of his dungarees.



   Kitty shivered.  "Well, I don't fancy men!" She froze.  That wasn't
quite what she had wanted to say!  "Uh, I don't fancy men who leer and look
at me like I was a prize piece of livestock!" she corrected, hoping and
praying Sara didn't notice her little slip.



   The redhead paused for maybe the length of a heartbeat, but then
continued as if nothing had happened.  "I'm sure lots of fellas around town
fancy you, Kitty."



   "I guess they might." Kitty admitted.  What she couldn't admit was that
she didn't fancy any of them.  She knew there was something wrong inside of
her.  She blamed having a boy's prod.  It somehow made her only like
thinking about girls while she was alone with her thoughts and her sinfully
busy hands.  "Yeah, I bet they'll be all looking toward you now, Sara!"



   The teacher seemed indifferent to that last comment.  She unlocked the
trunk and pulled it open.  She selected a dress from within, and the
voluminous undergarments that went with it.  "Who cares about men when
there's a hot bath waiting for you?  That tub is calling to me, and I can't
resist!"



   "Supper will be at six, Sara.  Miss Mary is a great cook, so you'll be
sure to love it!"



   Kitty pretended to head toward the stairs as Sara actually skipped
happily to the bathing room.  Once the door closed, she spun around on her
heel and dashed to her own room.  A burning desire gripped Kitty.  It was
one she had managed to fight off ever since her stupid prod had begun
growing stiff and hard if she thought too much about Miss Mary, or any
other girl in town for that matter.



   She closed and locked her own door.  Pulling the covers off of her
narrow bed, she worked fast to hang one blanket over the curtain rod of her
single window.  She dragged her hope chest to the door.  Standing on it,
she similarly hung the other blanket to block the transom.  Her room was
plunged into dim twilight.



   Kitty went to the wall and removed the small framed tintype of
Firebrand, her beloved horse.  Behind it was a small plug of plaster.  She
frantically attacked it with her fingernails.  Years ago when pa had first
become Sheriff, he had chased Bartholomew Cody, the notorious bank robber
right to this very room.  Pa had been right where she was standing when
Bartholomew pulled his piece and fired!  The bullet had gone right through
Pa's shoulder, but pa still managed to fire.  Bartholomew would never rob
another bank, thanks to pa!



   Kitty managed to work the plaster out of the hole.  Pa's shoulder had
healed in time, but the hole was still there in the wall!  She knew that it
blended in to be nearly invisible in the pattern of Miss Mary's fancy
bathing room wall paper, so nobody had bothered to patch that side.  In the
darkened room, Kitty put her eye to the bullet hole.



   Holding her breath, she watched as Sara put a foot on the edge of the
tub and began slowly unbuttoning her shoe.  Her staff throbbed, and it was
all Kitty could do to keep from moaning out loud.  She fumbled at her gun
belt, and carefully undid the buckle.  Without taking her eye from the
hole, she very carefully reached behind her and placed the heavy belt onto
her bed.  When Sara finally undid the last button and pulled off the shoe,
Kitty did sigh when she gazed at her new friend's dainty foot and the naked
leg protruding from beneath her skirts.  Her heart pounded.  For just a
short wonderful second, she had seen clear up to Sara's knee!



   Fumbling at her trousers, Kitty unbuttoned them as she watched Sara
remove the other shoe.  When Sara stood bare foot by the tub and slowly
untied her bonnet, Kitty let her trousers drop down to cover her dusty
boots.  The lovely red hair was done up in a large tight bun.  Kitty
whimpered when Sara pulled out a few pins, and with a shake of her head let
the gorgeous flame colored hair cascade over her shoulders and down her
back.



   Kitty's staff was so hard it ached.  It was every bit as long, but far
thicker then the nine inch barrel of the five-shot .36 caliber Paterson
revolver she always carried.  Trying to ignore the condition of her turgid
flesh, kitty planted both hands against the wall as she watched Sara slowly
undo the pearl buttons at the bodice of her lovely dress.  There were so
many that Kitty was sure she would go mad waiting for Sara to finish!



   Kitty took off her hat and tossed it too onto the bed.  Sweat beaded her
brow as she watched Sara finally pull the dress up over her head.  With her
nose now pressed firmly against the wall, she almost giggled with glee. 
Sara wore a double V waist tapered vest, and a silken full underskirt, but
like many modern women, did not encumber her body with a heavy constricting
corset.  Kitty sighed when Sara slipped out of the underskirt, to reveal
the pretty ruffled knee length bloomers beneath.



   When the vest was removed, Kitty began to tremble.  For the first time
in her life, she was looking at naked bosoms other then her own when she
looked into her mirror!  Sara was lovely!  The beautiful orbs rode firm and
proud as she stood unfettered.  For reasons she couldn't explain, Kitty
licked her lips while staring at the pretty pink nubs that were provided by
the Creator for a momma to feed her babies.  Kitty felt like she was about
to swoon when Sara stepped out of the bloomers, and she caught sight of a
thatch of vibrant red hair between plump and inviting thighs!



   Sara stepped into the ten inch deep thirty gallon oval tub and squatted
down until she sat her bottom gingerly into the steaming water.  Kitty
watched as the beautiful woman began ladling the water over her body,
sighing in obvious enjoyment.  Her skin glistened as the water streamed
over her flawless flesh.  Sara reached out of the tub toward the small
stool on which she had placed her belongings.  She grabbed a washing rag,
and a small cake of yellow soap.  She applied soap to cloth until a rich
lather developed.  When she started running the washing rag over her
perfect skin, it left a trail of frothy white bubbles adorning Sara's
lovely body.  Kitty whimpered, and found she envied both the bubbles, and a
piece of cloth!



   Kitty couldn't deny herself any longer.  Tasting leather, she clasped
the dangling fringes of her shirt with her teeth to keep it out of the way.
Leaning against the wall with her left hand, her right grasped the hardness
springing from her loins.  As Sara used the ladle to rinse the bubbles from
her perfect body, kitty could actually smell the lemon verbena through her
peephole!  That was it!  She began to stroke her protruding flesh.  Her
grip was just tight enough to sort of slide the silky flesh up and down on
the iron hard core.  She couldn't keep from moaning as the vision before
her peeping eye etched itself forever into her fevered mind.



   Sara rinsed out the washrag and cleared it of the wonderful scented
bubbles.  She stood again, and began gently running the rag between her
legs.  The rag slipped from her hand to splash into the water below, but
Sara continued washing her private self.  At least that was what Kitty
thought at first.  She whimpered when Sara's legs spread as wide as the
forty-two inch length of the tub would allow, and she noticed that the
heavily breathing woman seemed to have slipped a finger into her own body!
The redhead seemed to be staring right at her, beautiful green eyes
sparkling as that delicate finger slowly eased in and out of her center! 
The hand moved and changed position slightly.  Finger crooked upward, it
remained hidden from Kitty's sight while the thumb began to move rapidly in
a little circular motion over that special place just above the honeyed
opening, where a woman's pearl was located.



   Kitty felt her body stiffen as her own hand moved faster.  Sara did this
too?  She wasn't the only one who did something so ungodly and naughty! 
Sara also succumbed to wicked temptation and abused herself!  Kitty lots of
times did just what she saw Sara doing.  Knowing a bit about animal
husbandry infused a strong sense of caution into Kitty.  Left hand was for
quim, right for prod, and left hand always went first!  Kitty was always
very careful not to get even a tiny drop of juice in the wrong place, and
carefully captured every gooey spurt of what she produced into a waiting
wad of fabric!



   As the redhead began to tremble and moan, Kitty let out a soft grunt. 
Too late, she realized her mistake!  She had neglected to fetch a rag to
empty herself into!  Hand firm against the wall, she had no choice but to
keep pumping!  Toes curling in her boots, Kitty panted as she felt the rush
deep inside.  Glancing down, she saw the glisten of white liquid in the dim
twilight sparkle and shine wetly as her issue splattered against the wall!
She hastily put her eye back to the hole as her hand pumped even faster. 
Long red hair was flying around Sara's face as she panted and moaned.  She
was doin' it too!  She and Sara were arriving together!



   Over and over the thick gooey cream burst from her hardness to fly free.
Kitty could hear the soft splats of it hitting the wall in time to the beat
of her heart.  She couldn't stop though!  How could she when Sara was
touching herself while standing in the bathing tub?  It seemed to go on for
much longer then when she did this at night while lying in her bed.  Even
looking at the ladies undergarments in the mail order clothing catalogs
didn't make her throb this much, or for this long!



   When it was finally over, Kitty carefully wiped the head of her shaft on
the corner of the blanket hanging on the window.  She pulled up her
trousers and stuffed her still firm organ inside.  She hung the tintype
back up, and pulled the blanket from the window.  She looked at the
pearlescent mess streaming down the wall and groaned.  "I never whipped out
that much before!" she said softly as she watched it slowly slither toward
the floor.  She knelt, and touched a fingertip to the still warm fluid. 
Without thinking she thrust that finger into her mouth.  The taste was
savory, and a bit salty, but somehow quite pleasant.  Kitty wiped up quite
a bit of the mess with her fingertips and cleaned up the liquid by simply
licking if from her fingers and swallowing.



   As always, Kitty felt more then a little embarrassed by her actions,
even if her body seemed more relaxed.  She hurried from her room and ducked
into the water closet.  With a contented sigh, she stood and made water
through her now relaxed staff.  "Never again!" she whispered for the
hundredth time, and for the hundredth time she knew she was telling herself
a whopper!  She pulled the chain and made herself respectable as the loud
gurgling whoosh assaulted her ears.  Buckling her gun belt back on, she
went outside and headed for the corral.



   "Firebrand, Sara's real pretty." She told the horse as she used the
curry brush on her coat.  "I don't know what I'm gonna do livin' so close
to her!  When I'm near her, I get ta feelin' like all the stallions do
whenever you're in your heat.  I want to do to her, what they all want to
do with you!" She knew it was silly to fret, but she was extra special
careful around her beloved friend's gravid belly.  She let out a long
breath, still not over her initial anger at this growing surprise.  "I told
Comet to leave you be!" she said as sharp as her hands were gentle with the
brush.  "I even bribed him with a couple green apples.  That Brisco County
Jr.  sure has a lot to answer to if'n he comes back around these parts!"



   The beautiful chestnut mare snorted and shook her head, mane flying from
the sudden movement.



   Kitty sighed.  "Oh, okay Fire!  I know Comet is a good boy, and you took
a real shine to him." She felt herself grinning.  "Don't you go thinkin' I
don't know it was you who kicked open your stall and went out to find him!"
she giggled when the horse shook her mane again.  "Oh, don't be fibbing,
Firebrand!  The moon was full that night, and I know you was feelin' all
romantic like!  Anyway, I bet the foal he gave you will be right pretty! 
Don't worry; I won't be too hard on the fellas when I see 'em again!"



   The horse nipped at the brim of Kitty's hat, knocking it off of the
young woman's head.  She giggled as she picked it up and clapped it back on
her head.  "You win!  Next time I see Brisco, I'll give him one of pa's
cigars and tell `em he's gonna be a God-father, `cause his buddy Comet is a
daddy!  Now be a good girl and let me finish brushin' you down!"



   Happily whistling a few camp songs, Kitty finished grooming the
beautiful animal.  She was sure lucky having a friend like Firebrand.  The
gentle mare always knew exactly how to distract her from any problems!



   The next morning Kitty was all a tizzy.  She was going to try it!  She
inspected the purchases she had made at the mercantile just before they
closed up shop the day before.  She hoped Sara would think she looked nice,
like a student should!  After all, she spent three whole dollars!  She
sighed.  "Maybe the schoolhouse wouldn't be so bad if'n someone as pretty
and nice as Sara was there to learn me the lessons!" Feeling her face grow
warm, Kitty struggled into the unfamiliar underclothes, glad that she had
taken steps, four times in a row, to put her staff back to sleep after she
woke up with it hard as stone again!



   Mrs.  Byrd sure was taken aback when Kitty had walked in bold as brass,
and then waited nearly an hour for Mr.  Byrd to head off to make a feed
delivery.  Her eyes had opened wide when Kitty whispered nervously about
what she had in mind.  The helpful woman had actually placed an order long
ago at the Sheriff's urging, her keen eye judging all the sizes correctly.
Still, it was quite a shock when Kitty Tucker had finally come in inquiring
about what a real lady should wear!



   Dressed from the skin out in her new finery, Kitty brushed her shoulder
length golden hair until it shined almost as bright as the sun slowly
rising over the distant mountains.  "I look like a sissy." She muttered as
she tied off a simple ponytail with pretty blue ribbon that matched the
dress so nicely.  "I hope Sara thinks I look nice!"



   Walking stiffly in shoes not nearly as comfortable as her well sprung
boots, Kitty looked like someone taking that final walk to the gallows as
she headed down to breakfast.



   Miss Mary nearly dropped the large steaming coffee pot.  "Land's sake
child, you look pretty as a picture!"



   Pa jumped up.  "Darlin' you look the spittin' image of your mother!"



   Kitty didn't know what to say when she saw the tears in her pa's eyes.
""I, I'm sorry!  I'll go put on my regular duds!"



   A huge hand grasped hers with gentle tenderness.  "No baby girl.  I bet
your ma is smiling down at you right now!  You're lovely!  My little baby
girl is really a woman now!"



   Kitty laughed nervously.  Thank goodness pa didn't know she wasn't ALL
woman!  She dipped a slight curtsy "Thank you, pa!" she cleared her throat.
"I, um, I'll be headin' off ta school now." She grabbed a hot biscuit from
the basket on the table and headed on her way.



   Jackson and Mary looked at each other for a long minute after kitty had
left.  "What changed her mind?" he wondered aloud.  "Mary, did you have a
talk with her?"



   The pretty brunet smiled.  "I just think seeing someone as sophisticated
and fine as Miss Sara has captured her attention." She smiled hopefully. 
"Maybe with such a good influence now, she'll settle down and marry some
nice young man." She eyed the Sheriff and smiled softly.  "There may be a
few left as decent and just as her daddy."



   Jackson Tucker sighed.  He circled the table and put an arm around
Mary's waist.  "Mary, I was wonderin'." He smiled.  "Would you like to
accompany me to the Founder's Day Dance?"



   She giggled.  "Why Jackson, I would be delighted." She winked.  "It'll
be our first time "dancing", while not lying in my bed."



   Jackson pulled out his watch and made a show of looking at it. 
"Speaking of your bed, Mary, I have some free time on my hands."



   She laughed.  "You're nothing but an old Billy-goat!" She put the coffee
pot on the back of the cast iron stove, and let the lawman lead her out of
the kitchen and into her bedroom.



   Kitty trudged to the schoolhouse, feeling mighty strange.  Men actually
doffed their hats toward her as she walked by!  It was just like she was a
real Lady!  She even suspected some of them didn't even recognize the rough
and tumble Tucker offspring that more then once had brought in a bounty,
much to her Sheriff pa's chagrin!



   She arrived at the schoolhouse just as Sara pulled the rope to start the
bell ringing up in the small steeple.  Kitty felt a nervous lump in her
throat as she saw that she would be one of the two biggest students there.
It was no saving grace that she saw eye to eye with Bubba Madison, the
hulking fourteen year old who was strong as an ox, and rumored to be almost
as smart.



   "Kitty, I'm so happy to see you join us!" Sara said brightly.  "You look
pretty as a picture!"



   Kitty smiled shyly in return.  "That's just what Miss Mary said!  Thanks
Sara, um, I mean Miss Mitchell!"



   The teacher winked.  "Miss Sara will be fine, students." She called as
the children filed into the single room.



   Kitty sat in the back of the room, next to Bubba, unfortunately.  She
ignore him though, and carefully scrutinized the McGuffey Reader when it
was passed back to her.  She felt a nervous trembling in her tummy.  The
reader was full of words, and she could only recognize a scant few that she
had picked up here and there.



   She heard a hiss, and ignored it.  She watched Sara intently at the
front of the room.  Bubba hissed again.  "Kitty Tucker, you is looking
powerful good today." He whispered with a decidedly uncivilized leer.



   "Hush your mouth, Madison, or do I hafta teach you manners again?"



   He ignored that.  "Hey Kitty two-bells." He guffawed in what passed for
a friendly chuckle for him.  "After school, why don't you and I slip over
to my daddy's hayloft?" He leered again at her abundant bosom, and reached
with a blunt finger to stiffly poke a firm round orb.  "I reckon I can ring
those bells for you somehin' fine!"



   Kitty took a deep breath.  When her right hand moved to her hip, part of
her mind was glad she had for once left her gun safely at home.  The rest
balled up her left fist, and threw a quick jab to plaster Bubba's nose onto
his face.  It smashed like a ripe tomato, and blood ran down his grimy
shirt.



   Bubba jumped up.  "You wait `til I tell my daddy!" he shouted, voice
muffled by his rapidly swelling nose.  "He'll fix you, and your nosy lawman
pa!"



   Kitty rubbed her sore knuckles.  "My pa has been keepin' an eye out for
your daddy, Bubba!  Haven't you noticed the new picture hangin' up over at
the post office?  Your daddy was seen when the Darting gang robbed the
train last week!  He was the only one the engineer could identify, bein'
that he couldn't tie a simple square knot and his mask fell off right in
the middle of the robbery!"



   Bubba suddenly used language that scorched the very air, and ran from
the class.  "I gotta warn Daddy!" he cried as he raced across the
schoolyard.



   Sara looked stunned, as the rest of her students giggled.  "Kitty?" she
asked softly.



   All the young'uns were pointing and laughing.  That was far worse then
anything Bubba could ever say to her!  She had no business being here! 
Jumping up, Kitty felt her eyes fill with tears.  "I'm sorry, Miss Sara!  I
knowed this was a bad idea!" She too ran, and didn't stop until she was
safely locked in her room at Miss Mary's.



   Hours later as the room grew dark; she heard a knocking on her door. 
"Young Kitty Tucker, you're too late to get your supper." He pa said in a
firm voice.  "Supper's over and Miss Mary wants to know if she could fix
you something."



   Despite herself, kitty giggled.  "Pa, don't you dare start singing that
song again!"



   He cleared his throat.  "Supper's over and dinner's cookin', Mary wants
to know if you'll stand there lookin'!"



   Kitty jumped up, smoothed out her dress, and then threw open the door.
"Pa, I give up!" she laughed.  "Please, no more caterwaulin'!"



   Jackson smiled at his daughter.  "Miss Sara told me what happened.  You
have no blame.  Bubba should count himself lucky that I wasn't there to
hear what he said to you!" He flexed his large hands.  "He's man size, and
my fists are a lot bigger and harder then yours.  It would have been a pure
pleasure to pound some manners into that empty head!" he sighed.  "Why did
you run out like that?"



   "Pa, I told you.  I'm all grown!" she sighed.  "I, I think I would have
liked learnin' some reading, but exceptin' for Bubba, all the rest of them
students was just young'uns!"



   "Honey, please give it another chance!" he smiled.  "I want my darlin'
to have the benefits of a fine education!  Don't let the words of one dang
fool keep you from learning to read."



   She just sadly shook her head at the mention of that fool.  "Pa, I am
sorry though.  I went and told Bubba that you was looking for his daddy. 
They're probably clear out of the county by now!"



   "Never you mind about that!  Larry Madison is safely tucked up in the
hoosegow." The Sheriff laughed.  "Along with that worthless son of his. 
The apple sure didn't fall far from the tree with that one!  Bubba came
along bold as you please, lookin' like a raccoon with two black eyes and a
flattened nose.  He was planning to break his pa out of jail." Jackson
scratched his head in pure wonder.  "The turnip-head came right into the
office.  He asked me how thick the jailhouse wall was, and if'n I had any
matches.  All the while I could see the dynamite sticking out of his
pockets!  That little stunt will earn the boy thirty days at hard labor. 
He's in the other cell now, cryin' for his momma while his daddy cusses him
for a fool for not busting him loose."



   Kitty couldn't help smiling at the thought of big ol' Bubba cryin' like
a baby.  "Maybe I am just a tiny bit hungry after all.  I'll go and see if
I can talk Miss Mary into fixin' me a bite."



   Jackson looked at his daughter, eyes soft with pride.  "Darlin, do your
ol' pa a favor, and dress like this more often.  Your ma would be so proud
of how beautiful you are!"



   Kitty had to admit it.  After Miss Mary fixed her a couple eggs, she
felt much better.  Standing naked in the tub, she made ready to give
herself a quick wash before bed.  Just thinking about seeing Sara standin'
here yesterday, using her fingers like that until her body trembled in the
grip of a powerful fit, made her boy part stand tall and proud.  "I ain't
gonna touch you!" she scolded the rigid shaft of flesh.  "I am reformed!  I
refuse to ever do that again!  Tomorrow I aim to plug that hole back up, so
as I'll never be tempted again to go a peekin'!"



   She turned the wheel and the water cascaded forth.  She shivered when it
hit her toes.  Nobody had relit the fire, and it was a chill autumn night.
Kitty was mighty glad of it!  The breeze had picked up, and the whirling
blades of the windmill had refilled the tank with cold clear well water
after Sara had taken her bath when she had come home from school.  Kitty
had wrestled with the Devil, and had won when she heard the schoolmarm
enter the bathing room.  She had just lain on her bed with her head crammed
under her pillow instead of going for another look at paradise!



   Gritting her teeth, kitty moaned as she squatted down and began ladling
the icy water over her body.  "I, I rec-c-kon that will t-take c-c-care of
you!" she chattered as she dosed her turgid flesh over and over with the
frigid liquid.  She let out a shuddery relieved breath when the pesky thing
rapidly lost interest, and shrunk down mighty fast!  Shivering, Kitty was
dismayed as the rather large nubs on her bosoms seemed to like the cold,
and became quite stiff and firm.  She was tempted to fondle them, but
refused herself even that milder pleasure!



   Drying off just as quickly as she could, Kitty slipped into her favorite
flannel nightshirt and buttoned it clear to her chin.  She had used it for
ages, and the warn material felt so soft against the naked curves of her
body.  She had left her modest wrap back in her room, but since she and
Sara had the floor to themselves, if she just dashed back lickity-split,
nobody would see her looking so shameful.



   She opened the bathing room door and stepped barefoot into the chilly
hallway.  Just in case, she held her folded finery in front of her, but so
far her boy part remained soft, still, and thankfully rather small after
its icy rinse.  Before she took a step, Sara's door opened.  "Kitty, could
I talk to you for a moment?"



   Kitty turned, and her body froze.  Sara was wearing something fit for an
angel!  Snow white and satin, the gown seemed to float light as a cloud
over her body.  She wore a wrap, but the filmy material could have fit
within one clenched fist.  Kitty tried not to stare, but the bodice was cut
daringly low.  She could see the tops of firm snow white orbs, and could
actually look down into the blessed valley between.  Her fingertips
tingled. Kitty tried not to imagine how soft and warm the beautiful woman's
bosom would feel if she only dared reach out and touch!  "Sara" she
squeaked.  "I, I was just goin' off to bed!"



   "Come talk with me first, Kitty." Sara said with a smile.  "I have a
fire going, and my room is nice and warm."



   Kitty wanted to run for her room, but instead nodded and followed Sara.
"Um, what, what do you want to jaw about?" she said nervously as Sara
closed the door, and turned the key in the lock.



   "Today was a rather eventful day at school." Sara said with a smile.  "I
hope that you won't let that little incident change your mind about
learning to read, write and cipher."



   "I, I don't want to go back to that school, Sara." Kitty said as her
face grew nearly as red as the teacher's hair.  "I'm too growed up to be
learned my lessons with no young'uns!"



   "You're too grown up to be taught with children." Sara said with a
smile. Her green eyes seemed to flash as she looked Kitty over.  "I can
understand that.  You are every inch a woman."



   Kitty almost whimpered.  She needed more cold water!  She needed to go
live underground in the icehouse!  Her shaft was quivering into life,
growing bigger and bigger with each beat of her heart!  "Thank you kindly,
Sara." She said in a hushed voice.  "You're powerful good lookin'
yourself!"



   Her laugh was like silver bells.  "Then we're in agreement!" Sara sat on
the side of the big four-poster bed, and patted the linens next to her. 
"Sit down Kitty.  I want to discuss your education."



   Kitty nervously sat, holding her clothing over her lap.  "I don't see
what's there is to talk about!" she nearly shouted.  "I ain't going back to
any school!"



   Sara just smiled, and rested a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. 
"There's no need, Kitty.  I could teach you privately, just you and me. 
Would you like that?"



   Kitty opened her mouth to reject the idea, but paused.  "I, I reckon
maybe I could like that." She said slowly.  "I wouldn't have to feel silly
sittin' with giggling young'uns."



   Sara gently squeezed Kitty's shoulder.  "I can teach you many things,
kitty."



   The room was warm.  Kitty sort of nervously pulled away from Sara, as
her heart raced.  "Things like history, and geo-graffy?"



   Sara giggled.  "I could teach you about people living in far away
countries.  I even had a friend who came all the way from Paris France when
I lived in New York.  Sarah Bernhardt is a fine actress, and a good
friend." Sara sighed.  "She was a VERY good friend."



   Kitty was impressed.  "I heard of Miss Bernhardt!" her face grew even
warmer.  "I heard, um, I heard." She gulped.  "I heard that she liked a
painter lady a little too much.  Miss Mary said somethin' about it after
readin' a story about her to me out of "The Ladies Home Journal and
Practical Housekeeper" magazine she sends away for."



   Sara's hand began to caress.  "Does that shock you, Kitty dear?" she
smiled sweetly.  "In certain sophisticated circles, sometimes young women
chose to physically express how they really feel to their closest dearest
female friends."





   "I, I'm mighty tired." Kitty almost shouted as the hand on her shoulder
both relaxed and excited her at the same time.  "I think I better be
headin' on to bed!"



   "Kitty, did you like watching me bathe?"



   "What!  Sara, I, I'd never, I wouldn't!  I didn't!"



   The teacher giggled.  "I heard something scratching at the wall, and for
just an instant, I was sure I saw the tip of a finger poke through the
wallpaper." She grinned.  "It certainly wasn't a man's finger, I was sure
of that!  Since I never heard anyone on the stairs, I was fairly certain a
pretty blonde I could name let curiosity get the better of her, and was
looking through a little hole she had made in her bedroom wall."



   "I didn't make it!  That's a bullet hole!" Kitty gulped, realizing what
she had just admitted.  "Oh Sara, I'm so sorry!" She felt shameful tears
sting her eyes.  "Don't tell my pa!  He'd skin me alive if'n he knew I did
something as sinful as spyin' on someone when they was nekkid!"



   "Kitty, I'm not going to tell your pa, or anyone." Sara let her hand
glide softly up and down the trembling girl's back.  "I wouldn't tell
anyone." She lowered her voice.  "I'd never dream of letting anybody know
your secret."



   Kitty almost leapt to her feet!  Sara knew?  Oh Lord, what should she
do? Someone knew her most personal private secret!  Sara knew she wasn't
completely a girl!  Sara knew she had a boy's staff between her legs, as
well as a girl's quim!  She clutched the clothing tighter to her lap,
fearfully hiding her turgid state.  "Y-You know my secret?"



   Sara shook her head sadly.  The poor thing thought she had kept it
secret that she liked girls, even after nearly shouting that she didn't
fancy boys, and then admitting to watching her bathe through a peephole! 
She must have been so lonely being one of the very few Sisters of Sappho in
this territory, thinking she was all alone, and with no safe way to inquire
after others of her ilk!  "Yes dear, I know your secret!" The redhead
leaned close, and softly kissed Kitty's full red lips.



   Kitty was shocked!  For a moment she did nothing as Sara claimed her
very first kiss.  She felt something soft trying to push between her lips.
Without meaning to, kitty relaxed a bit, and suddenly found herself with
Sara's tongue in her mouth!  Somehow, it felt rather soothing and nice, not
strange and nasty as one would expect.  With a soft moan, Kitty daringly
slid her tongue along Sara's, and soon the women were eagerly probing each
other's mouths!



   Time seemed to stand still.  Kitty found she was actually a bit
disappointed when Sara pulled away with a happy little sigh.  "Kitty, you
are such a lovely young lady.  I never dreamed I would find a girl like you
when I moved west!  Would you like me to show you the things that only
another woman can teach you?"



   Still holding the bundle of clothing firmly against her lap, Kitty
nodded eagerly.  "Yes Sara!" she whispered.  "I, I think I would like that
very much!"



   Sara stood, and untied the silken bow at her neck.  Kitty watched as the
gossamer wrap drifted to the floorboards.  "Would you like a better look at
my body then you could get through that silly bullet hole?"



   "Oh yes!" Kitty breathed.  "Oh yes please, Sara!  I'd like that mighty
fine!"



   Sara slipped out of her gown, and stood proud in her nakedness before
her new friend.  She smiled, seeing how those lovely blue eyes seemed to
almost flash fire as Kitty devoured every inch of her body with them. 
"Does seeing me like this please you?" she asked softly.



   "Oh Sara, oh Sara, you're so pretty!" Kitty gulped.  Her body was
beginning to shake from just looking at the beautiful angel standing before
her!  "Thank you!  Oh thank you!"



   "Sweetheart, we haven't even done anything yet.  Why are you thanking
me?"



   "Because I have such a friend as you, that's why!" Kitty felt a grin
spread over her face.  "Your bosoms are almost as big as mine!" she said
with a nervous giggle.



   Sara slowly and sensually climbed onto the bed.  "Kitty would you like
to touch them?" she asked breathlessly as she lay over the quilt Kitty's
mother had sewn.  Her glorious red hair fanned over the pillow, Sara smiled
as Kitty's eyes watched her.  "You can do that, and so much more." Sara
closed her eyes to slits.  "My dearest Kitty, you can do with me whatever
your heart desires."



   Kitty gasped.  Sara was going to let her do THAT?  Her shaft gave a sort
of happy jerk beneath the bundle of clothes.  That bundle forgotten, she
turned a little to better see the glory that was Sara.  She timidly reached
out, and placed a hand softly on her friend's healthy chest.  She couldn't
help giggling again.  "Oh my, Sara, I like touchin' `em!" She gave a gentle
little squeeze of the warm yielding flesh.  "Your nubs is growin' hard like
mine do, if'n I'm cold, or, uh, feeling like, uh, I want to do things with
my hands when I think about girls, uh, I mean things."



   "My nipples are becoming aroused." Sara said softly.  "That's what the
touch of a lovely young lady does to me." She closed her eyes, enjoying
those curiously stroking fingers.  "Kitty, never feel any shame in your
secret.  Most will not understand, but it's something to be treasured
between like thinking friends such as ourselves."



   Her staff quivered even harder.  "Oh, I reckon I know I got to be
careful with my secret!" Kitty said as she gently nipped a firm pink nub,
uh, nipple, between thumb and index finger.  She grinned happily at the
little moan Sara made in repose.  "I never want to let anyone see it!"



   "How you think and feel about a woman isn't something people can see,
silly." Sara sighed as Kitty's curious hand began to move across her body.
Those long slender fingers nearly burned her flesh as they slowly dragged
over the flat expanse of her tummy.  "You do need to have a bit of self
control."



   "Oh, I know that!" Kitty breathed.  That's why I don't like goin'
anywhere without my gun belt."



   Sara sighed sadly over Kitty thinking she'd have to protect herself from
the ignorance of mankind by hiding behind a shooting iron.  The poor thing
must think men would want to kill her, or worse, if they found out she
turned toward women instead of them.  "It wouldn't be so bad if anyone
found out your secret." She said softly, distracted by fingers lightly
touching her thighs.



   Kitty felt her heart racing when she touched Sara's legs, and the woman
spread them wider.  She let her fingers play over the pretty thatch of soft
red hair, before daring to touch the flower like beauty that cleft all
women.  "Oh Sara!" she moaned as her fingertips grew warm.  "You, you're
powerful wet!"



   Sara smiled.  "That's because I am ready for your secret, love!  Go
ahead, you can keep touching me." She thought dreamily about the wonderful
things Miss Bernhardt could do with her tongue.  "Please Kitty, do whatever
your secret tells you to do with me!"



   Kitty stood.  Her bundled clothes fell unheeded to the floor.  Blushing,
she took a deep breath.  "Sara, could, could I?" she gulped.  "Could I get
nekkid too?"



   "Certainly you can disrobe, darling!" Propped up on one elbow, she
thought it simply adorable that Kitty primly kept her back to her while she
slipped her modest night dress over her head.  Her firm round bottom and
those shapely legs made strong by years of riding and outdoor work made
Sara's heart sing!  Kitty was wonderful!



   Kitty carefully folded her night shirt and placed it on the chest of
drawers.  She looked down at herself and giggled.  Had her prod ever been
quite this big and hard?  It was ready!  She was ready!  "Sara, my secret
wants to be with you right now!" She took a deep breath, and spun around to
face the bed.



   Oh, Kitty was simply gorgeous!  Her sun kissed face and hands made such
a lovely contrast with the exquisite paleness of the rest of her body.  Her
silken yellow hair was a sensual delight as it brushed against her
shoulders.  The full breasts rode so proud and high!  Her active life gave
her a firm flat stomach that really accented the swell of breast and the
spread of hip.  Sara froze as her eyes locked onto the unexpected presence
that was pointing right at her.  "Kitty, what, what's that?  She asked in a
hushed voice.



   Grinning happily, Kitty joined her friend on the bed.  "I told ya my
secret was ready!  I don't recall it ever bein' so darn hard before!" With
eager excitement, she scrambled over the prone woman.  She daringly
squeezed her bosom against the wonderful fullness that Sara carried, and
pressed her lips against those of her friend.



   Sara whimpered.  That was a man's cock!  Why would it be on the body of
such a lovely young lady?  Kitty was a girl!  Sara had seen the dainty
pouting lips beneath that frightful beast!  She trembled fearfully as the
hard shaft of flesh was squeezed between their bellies.  She could feel
it's warmth against her bare skin.  She could feel the dampness emerging
from its large swollen head as it dripped hotly against her!  Her mind was
in a fearful spiral as Kitty's kisses inflamed her soul.  She had never
laid with a man in her life!  While growing up, she had learned to protect
herself from over zealous suitors by bringing them their relief with her
hand.



   Once, she had even been forced to use her tongue and lips.  She
reluctantly accepted the resulting issue into her mouth in order to sate a
rather forcefully persistent traveling preacher-man.  It was her own fault
for agreeing to meet with him alone after a rather fiery sermon on the sins
of the flesh.  She had unwittingly placed herself within his power by being
alone with him in his hotel room.  Locking the door and placing the key in
his pocket, he had offered her a choice of what she could do to earn her
release without a scandal that would ruin her family.



   Kneeling before him was by far better then losing her cherished
maidenhead to his unwelcome advances!  It turned out that she had narrowly
avoided becoming yet another of the long string of desperate young ladies
he had left in his wake!  Swallowing a teaspoon's worth of savory musky
fluid was over and done with after a few breathless gasping moments of
work. Those other poor girls had ended up with a lifetime of woe once their
bellies started to swell and people began to talk.  All that was before she
became a true follower of Sappho and turned away from all men!  She had
never placed herself in that dangerous position again!  Sara had only known
carnal pleasure through the gentle fingers and tongues of female lovers! 
She was virgin, untouched, and in terrible danger!



   "Kitty, you mustn't!' she gasped as the young woman reached between them
and started fumbling to press herself into the warmth she craved.  "Kitty,
not like this!" She managed to get a hand over her center, and felt the
swollen crown prodding insistently against her trembling fingers.



   Kitty froze.  Her eyes grew wide.  Sara, you said I could!  You said I
could do anythin' I desired with you!" Her voice quavered.  "I thought we
was friends!" she closed her eyes and shook her head.  "If'n I don't lay
with you now, I'll have to keep savin' up my money and pay a saloon girl to
let me try!" she sniffed back her tears.  "If'n I do that, she's liable to
tell everyone my secret!  I'd have to keep payin' and payin' so she keeps
quiet!  I'd do it gladly though, cause otherwise I may never get an
experience a `tall!"



   Man's cock or not, no girl should have to pay for her first time! 
Sara's heart melted.  She couldn't stand the thought of this lovely
creature putting herself at the mercy of some slatternly woman selling her
body in a dingy room up above a saloon!  Who knows if any of the saloon
girls in town were even "clean"?  Sara had heard terrifying whispered
stories of what could happen if you bedded down with someone who wasn't! 
She couldn't let that happen to her lovely Kitty!



   It was within Sara's power to grant her new friend a wonderful first
time.  It could be something Kitty would remember for the rest of her days
with a happy smile, and not the shame of having to pay for being serviced!
Perhaps it was fate.  Sara felt that providence had led her into saving
herself for just this lovely person!  Losing her own purity seemed like
such a small thing compared to the joy she could give Kitty!  Sara made her
decision, took a deep breath and smiled.  "Kitty dear, I only want you to
slow down.  We have no need to rush.  Let us take our time and do things
properly, okay?"



   "Oh, I, I'm sorry Sara!" Kitty rolled over onto her back.  "I never done
anything but stroke and tug on it with my hand.  I got a little carried
away." She sighed.  "I was bein' a mite selfish.  I apologize, Sara!  I
want you to feel nice to, after all!"



   "No need to fret.  No harm was done." Sara couldn't keep her eyes from
the proud shaft pointing upward toward the ceiling.  It was bigger then any
she had ever encountered!  "Kitty, how long have you had that?"



   The young woman couldn't help giggling.  "I was born with it, same as my
girl parts!  Doc McCoy told me I was what learned scientifical people would
call a, what was the word?" She concentrated.  "Oh, a Herm-oh-throw-dice or
somethin' sounding like that.  He said that God was in a funny mood, so I
was just born with a little of everything!"



   Once she was over the initial shock, Sara found that she could see the
beauty in a creature born of man and woman, and having the attributes of
both.  She reached over and gently touched the quivering staff.  It felt
just the same as the ones she had touched belonging to men, only a bit
larger.  "Kitty" she whispered.  "Tell me true, do, uh, do you release from
it?"



   Kitty whimpered softly as for the first time, fingers other then her own
moved along the hard flesh.  "Oh yes, Sara.  If'n I, well, rub on it a bit,
I about swoon and a powerful amount of white gooey stuff shoots out!  Doc
McCoy once made me bring him some in a little jar.  He looked at a drop
under this funny brass tube thing.  He let me peek into it, and I saw all
these funny wiggling little whip things movin' and thrashin' all about."
She blushed.  "That's when he told me I must have a man's goose eggs up
inside me somewhere too."



   Sara gulped.  "Kitty, did your momma tell you about how babies are made
and such before she passed?"



   "Heck no, I was only eight."



   "Has anyone talked with you about where babies come from?"



   "Oh Sara, don't be silly!  Nobody would talk about such embarrassin'
things like that with me!  I figured it all out when I used to keep rabbits
when I was just a young`un!  Why, my mare Firebrand is gonna foal soon,
being that Comet topped her a while back.  I reckon I'd be right foolish
if'n I didn't know how she got in her delicate condition!"



   "Then you know exactly why we must be very careful, don't you?"



   Kitty sat up.  "You mean, you an me, we, I could, I could make you have
trouble?"



   "Kitty, this is very important." She gave the shaft a friendly squeeze.
"When you feel you are about to succumb, you must withdraw!  Will you
promise me that?  You can not unleash inside of me!  I'd be ruined if you
did!"



   Eyes wide, kitty nodded.  "Sara, I promise!  You're my friend, and a
Tucker never does anything to harm a friend!" she crossed her heart over
her quivering breasts.  "I promise I'll do just what you say!"



   "Thank you, Kitty!" Sara smiled.  "When you feel like you're ready, you
just tell me and withdraw.  Then, scoot up." She blushed prettily as she
lifted her head from the pillows.  Making an "O" with her mouth, she used a
hand to pantomime grasping and stroking a thick cylinder in front of her
face.  "Scoot up, and I will show you how I can make you feel really nice
with my mouth."



   Kitty gasped.  "Your, your mouth, on, on my boy part?' she shivered, but
somehow the idea thrilled her.  "I, I'll do just as you say!" she smiled
hopefully.  "Can we try now?  Please?"



   Sara thought about what was soon to happen, and what she was about to
freely give to Kitty.  Momma had warned her about what could happen on a
woman's wedding night, and how the crimson marks on the sheets would herald
her entry into wedded bliss.  She had never dreamed that she would need to
heed that warning!  "First, I think we should move your momma's lovely
quilt.  I wouldn't want to get any, um, stains on it."



   The women climbed out of bed.  Sara leaned over and grasped the lovely
bedding.  She smiled when she felt gentle fingers move over her bottom.  As
she pulled the quilt from the bed, she was startled to feel lips softly
touch where Kitty's fingers had just been.  "Oh my!" she squeaked, suddenly
straightening as she gathered the quilt to her.  "Kitty, what are you
doing?"



   The blonde jumped up and smiled shyly when Sara faced her.  "I, I don't
rightly know.  I, um, I just somehow thought it would be nice to kiss you,
uh, but you were facin' the wrong way around!  I, um, I just wanted to see
what it would be like, so, so I kissed your bottom!  I'm sorry if I did
wrong!"



   "Oh honey, you're just more daring then I ever suspected!" she grinned.
"You did nothing wrong at all!" She turned the oil lamp down to a soft
glow. "Now join me, Kitty." She said as she climbed onto the bare sheets.
Lying down, she spread her arms wide.  "Come to me, my lover."



   Kitty was quick to climb onto the bed, but she slowed down and tried to
move very gently and gingerly over Sara.  "This is like a dream!' she
cooed, before once again mashing their heaving bosoms together so she could
capture Sara's lips with hers.  The lovers kissed, with Kitty's uniqueness
wedged snugly within the warmth of their tummies.



   Sara reached between them, and grasped Kitty's hardness.  There would be
time later for them to gently explore each other's bodies.  Right now was
for Kitty!  The poor thing was all aquiver with her urgent need!  She
placed the head of the throbbing organ where it most needed to be. 
"Gently, Kitty." She whispered.  "You are my first, please be gentle."



   Kitty whimpered.  She could feel incredible heat against the end of her
prod.  "What should I do?" she asked softly.  "Oh Sara, should, should I
just push it in?"



   Hands moving over her lover's smooth warm back, Sara sighed.  "Yes
honey. Push yourself into me.  Breach me!  Kitty, I give myself to you!"



   In the dim flickering light, Kitty stared into lovely green eyes as her
body tensed.  Muscles flexed, and she slowly drove her hips downward.  For
a moment, she thought it would not enter.  Then, she felt a wondrous giving
of way, and her shaft slowly sank into heaven!



   Sara couldn't help a gasping moan.  Her cherished maidenhood was no
more, but there was very little pain.  There was only a slight tearing
sensation, but feeling the organ slowly and steadily move into her was a
joy she could hardly contain!  "Oh my darling, that's it.  You are doing so
well!"



   Kitty was biting her lower lip as she tried with all her might to move
very slowly.  Inch by inch, she felt Sara's loving warmth envelope her
staff as it pushed ever deeper into the lovely woman's body.  "Sara, you
are so hot inside!  I, I reckon I might just melt away!"



   "You're not melting." Sara gasped as she was filled more and more.  "I,
I think you're growing even larger!"



   Once Kitty was fully seated in Sara's very center, the two paused to
kiss for endless minutes.  Skin against warm skin inflamed the lovers as
their tongues danced.  Kitty slipped her hands under Sara, as Sara's arms
encircled Kitty.  Breasts squeezed tighter together, and the lovers moaned
at the sensation of nipple pressing against firm straining nipple.  The
redhead gasped as their lips finally parted.  "Kitty, you, you may try
moving now, but please have a care!  Remember, you must withdraw before
spending!"



   Kitty was breathing like she and Firebrand had just rode hard and fast
after some desperado with a bounty on his head.  "I, I'll remember!" she
promised, as she slowly began to move.



   She started slow.  Kitty pulled herself from Sara's warmth, only to push
right back in.  the redhead's happy little moans served to encourage her.
Before long, Kitty found a good strong pace that seemed to please them
both! How would she ever go back to using just her hand after this?  Sara's
body was so tight around her!  It was like being immersed in snug liquid
velvet that caressed every inch of her staff!



   Almost without her thinking, Sara found her body moving with Kitty's in
a rhythm that filled her heart with joy!  She had never expected it, but
her first time being taken by a cock was driving her ever closer toward her
peak!  It could only be explained by the fact that it belonged to such a
wonderful beautiful girl!  She wrapped her long legs around Kitty, and
hugged the girl even tighter to her as they both worked towards bliss.



   Kitty felt so warm and loved in the circle of Sara's arms.  Her hips
moved ever faster.  She was being driven by timeless need she didn't
understand.  She had made a promise though, and a Tucker's word was gold!
"Sara!" she gasped.  "I, I think I better stop!  I feel it, I, I think it's
about to happen!"



   "Withdraw." Sara moaned, wishing she had been just a little closer. 
"Withdraw and I'll give you my mouth!"



   Kitty tried, but Sara was holding her firmly.  "Sara!" she gasped.  "I
said I was going to go soon!"



   Panic filled Sara's heart.  "Withdraw!" she moaned, while her arms and
legs gripped the struggling Kitty tighter.  "You mustn't release inside of
me!"



   "Sara, let me go!" Kitty whimpered.  She had stopped her mad thrusting,
but struggling to pull out of Sara's clinging writhing body was having an
even stronger effect on her!  That wonderful straining rush was building
deep inside of her, and she was powerless to stop it!  "Sara, you said pull
out!  Your legs won't let me!  I, I gotta do it now!  It's gonna happen! 
I, I can't stop it!"



   "Not inside me!" Sara panted as she tried to will her body to obey. 
"Kitty, you must pull out!  You can't release in me!  Pull it out, and
spill your seed on my belly!"



   "Sara, Sara, let me go!" Kitty pleaded.  "It, it's close!  It's so
good!" Kitty moaned as the pressures within her grew.  "Oh Sara, it's too
late!"



   "No Kitty, you mustn't!" Sara moaned.  "Not in me!  Oh please, don't
release inside of me!" She gripped her lover convulsively tighter as her
body was overcome.  Fear did nothing to bank the fires growing within her.
Sara's body spasmed, even as she thought about how dangerously ripe and
ready for seeding her womb was this very night!



   Kitty tried, she really truly tried, but it was just too much!  Sara
wouldn't let her pull out, and now the beautiful redhead was shaking so
hard Kitty feared she was having a fit!  The intense sensations of Sara's
insides griping and rippling against her throbbing shaft proved to be her
undoing.  Kitty grunted.  She couldn't pull out, so instead she rammed in
just as far as she could!



   The lovers shook within their mutual embrace.  The swollen crown of
Kitty's staff was pressed snugly against the very mouth of Sara's womb. 
When Kitty erupted, her seed pumped out in powerful spurting blasts.  Over
and over her warm pearlescent fluid spattered into Sara's fertile body. 
The lovers only had a hazy idea of what was happening between them, but
that didn't matter.  Mother Nature knew!  Kitty had unleashed millions of
sperm within Sara's trembling body.  Within hours, one thrashing faster and
stronger then all the others would meet up with Sara's descending egg and
pounce!  Sperm would pierce egg, and the two would fuse into one.  By
morning's light, a new life would begin!



   Kitty felt her heart slowly ease from its frantic pounding.  She took a
deep shuddering breath.  "Sara, I'm so" she didn't finish saying she was
sorry; Sara had placed a gentle fingertip over her lips to silence her.



   "Kitty, you have nothing to apologize for!" Sara smiled weakly, trying
to hide her growing fear.  "I needed for you to keep going." She fibbed,
unwilling to let her lover's first time be ruined.  "I felt so grand that I
just couldn't let you stop!" Her smile grew more natural and bright.  "How
was it, honey?"



   "Oh Sara, it was wonderful!" Kitty sighed.  "I never dreamed I would
ever feel like that with someone as pretty as you!" She rolled off of her
lover, and gasped at the amount of fluid that began seeping out from
between her legs to spill onto the sheets.  "Oh Sara, what if" he voice
dropped to a whisper.  "What if I did you, like Comet did Firebrand?"



   Sara made herself laugh.  "You didn't, Kitty.  Put your mind at ease. 
I'm sure everything will be fine!" She'd just slip into the water closet,
and let the fluid dribble out of her body.  Surely that would be enough to
prevent a growing problem over the next nine months!  "I'm sure I'm safe
today.  I, I just got a little worried, is all.  This is like our wedding
night.  Everyone knows a bride has to be married a few months before she
ends up with child."



   Kitty looked down at herself.  Slimy looking, but still hard, her prod
twitched.  She smiled happily.  "Oh, thank goodness!"



   Sara felt her panic rise as Kitty rolled right back on top of her!  She
couldn't say anything after putting kitty at ease, and whimpered as that
frightening but beautiful shaft reentered her body.  Her insatiable lover
rode them both into blessed release four more times before Sara could
finally make her excuse and lock herself in the WC!  She sat for nearly an
hour as the warm fluid slowly drained from her still trembling body, hoping
and praying that all of it had dribbled away.



   They fell into a daily routine.  Kitty would come to Sara's room late at
night to have her reading lesson.  No matter how Sara tried to dissuade her
student, they would always end up rolling all over the bed as Kitty
struggled to get Sara out of whatever clothing she happened to be wearing.
Unable to say no to the beautiful girl, Sara tried quite a few times to get
Kitty to at least settle for releasing in her mouth.  Even after that, the
eager girl would always remain hard and the wrestling would begin again! 
Eventually, Sara gave up and just enjoyed Kitty's eager loving every night
and quite often the following morning as well.  She just had to put her
trust into luck and prayer.  Surely Kitty's doctor acquaintance had been
wrong.  Kitty only had a shaft; there was nothing else even remotely
masculine on her body!  Sara was positive she was safe.  At least she
hoped!



   Sara awoke in the chill of a late winter morning, and untangled herself
from a gently snoring Kitty.  She sat up, and clamped a hand over her
mouth. Pure willpower let her throw a blanket around herself before she
charged down the hall to the WC.  She made it just in time, and knelt in
the tiny room as she emptied her stomach.



   "Oh Lord, it must be true." She gasped when the explosion was all over.
"I never had to visit the rag box since Kitty and I started lying together
two months ago.  This is the sixth day in a row I awoke sick!" she put a
hand to her stomach, but felt nothing...Yet.



   Time passed, and Sara tried her best to hide the small but ever growing
swell of her stomach.  She wanted to put off worrying Kitty for as long as
possible, not to mention keep the whole town from gossiping about loose
immoral women teaching their young ones!



   Kitty lay in bed on a fine spring morning, and watched Sara.  She loved
seeing her friend brush her beautiful long red hair.  Sara put it up in a
bun, and pulled on the cap she used if she wanted to keep her hair out of
the way while bathing.  "Let me come and wash you, Sara." She said
playfully as the lovely woman gathered up her clothes for the day.  "It's
early.  I bet nobody heard you go up and start the fire for the hot water."



   Sara giggled.  "No honey, I don't think that would be a good idea." She
didn't mention why.  It was getting too difficult to hide her growing
belly. She had managed to talk Kitty into taking her from behind these last
few weeks, but if the weather kept growing milder as spring progressed, she
couldn't use being cold as an excuse for leaving on most of her clothes! 
Kitty would surely notice then, as would the whole rest of the town! 
"Someone may see us go in together."



   Kitty watched her lover moving around the room.  "Sara, I have a
question for you."



   "Did you run across a new word?"



   "Heck no Sara!  I read the paper every morning now, and I know all the
words that those reporter folk use!" She smiled shyly.  "I just wanted to
know why you won't talk about the baby in your belly."



   "What?  Kitty, you knew?"



   "Sure Sara." She giggled.  "You started actin' just as skittish as
Firebrand did when she took.  You had a sick tummy a lot longer then she
did though.  I was sure happy when you stopped going to the WC so many
times in the morning!  I was worried over you!"



   "Kitty, I tried so hard to hide it!" Sara sighed.  "I thought I had you
fooled."



   Kitty smiled.  "Did you think I'd never notice how pretty you're gettn'
as your belly gets bigger?" Kitty blushed.  "I do rightly appreciate you
goin' on your hands and knees for me though.  That's powerful fun, but I
miss looking in your pretty green eyes while I'm inside ya!"



   Sara shook her head sadly.  "I'm glad you know, my darling Kitty, but
what will I do when others start to notice?  I'll be run out of town when
people find that the unwed schoolmarm is having a baby, and refuses to say
who the daddy is."



   Kitty sighed too.  "I wish I was all boy, then I could marry you.  Sara,
I want you to be my wife!"



   "Oh honey, I'd love that, but there's no way I'll let your secret come
out!"



   The blonde smiled.  "That's a worry for tomorrow!" she got out of bed.
"Come on Sara, let me wash you!  I haven't seen you true and really nekkid
in so long!" she giggled.  "I almost laugh every night when you'd say how
cold you are, while sweat beads your brow!"



   "Just a quick wash!" Sara cautioned.  "I don't trust that lock!"



   Kitty giggled.  "The roomin' house is nearly empty.  It's just you, me,
pa, and Miss Mary.  Besides, nobody else is as crazy for bathing like you
are!  We was practically the only ones to use the tub this whole winter!"



   "We were, Kitty." Sara corrected.  "Not we WAS!"



   "Oh, I'm sorry, schoolmarm!  Are you fixin to keep me after class?"



   "Oh, just get your clothes and come on!"



   In the bathing room, Kitty happily watched as Sara took off her night
clothes.  "Oh, I knew it!  Sara, you're as pretty as a picture with your
belly getting all round like that!" She smiled proudly as she ran a tender
hand over the protruding swell of Sara's growing stomach.  "Our baby has
the most beautiful momma in all the world!"



   "Kitty, you're a wicked flatterer.  I'm going to get as big as a cow!"
she grinned happily though as her beloved friend slipped out of her night
shirt.



   "Sara, just one quick time?" Kitty said with a hopeful grin.  "Look how
hard seein' you has made me!" Kitty blushed.  "Every time I think about our
baby in your belly, I get a powerful need to love you!  I'm so hard now I
can hardly stand it!"



   "You're nearly always hard!  Are you sure you're not part jackrabbit? 
We did it all last night, and you're still not satisfied!" She stepped into
the tub.  Leaning forward, she carefully grasped the base of iron pipe
where it protruded from the wall.  Its hard length was chilly as it nestled
snugly between her breasts.  "Hurry up Kitty, and for heaven's sake, don't
get so loud this time!"



   "You're the one that makes all sorts a noises, Sara!" Kitty hurried over
and joined her lover in the dry empty tub.  There was just room for both of
them to stand in it, and Kitty sighed as she rubbed her hardness against
Sara's lovely bottom.  She reached around and cupped warm breasts with
gentle hands.  "Sara, these are growin' too!" she giggled as she caressed
the swelling orbs.  "Sara, when, when you is makin' milk, would you let me
steal a little taste?  I reckon you would be simply delicious!"



   "Kitty, what am I to do with you?" she sighed at her lover's touch.  "Of
course you may taste.  Just leave enough for baby!"



   Kitty moaned at the gentle reminder of what was growing within her
friend.  Her hands wandered lower, and caressed the wonderful belly while
she thought about how she had done this.  She had sired a child in such a
beautiful woman!  Her shaft throbbed.  Her needs were overwhelming!  "Oh
Sara, I love you so much!" She leaned forward and rained gentle kisses over
Sara's shoulders.



   "I love you too, darling!" Sara shuddered.  "Now hurry!  I need you too,
but I still have to get ready for school!"



   With practiced ease, Kitty grasped her hardness and slipped it down
along the glorious cleft of Sara's bottom, and up between her thighs.  Once
again she trembled delightfully when her lover's fingers guided her inside.
She playfully slapped the pretty bottom and giggled when Sara jumped.  "I
love hearin' you squeak like that." She said huskily as she gave another
slap.



   "Have a care!" Sara giggled.  "I'm with child!"



   Hands on Sara's hips, Kitty started pushing forward.  "Yes, my staff put
it there!" she moaned as she once more felt the delight of Sara's warmth
cherishing her hardness.  "You look so pretty with a big belly!  Once this
young`un gets to be born; I reckon I'll just have to put another one in
ya!"



   Sara giggled.  She didn't know what the future held for them, but she
had no fears now.  "Oh yes, my darling Kitty.  I'll give you a huge brood!
Just never stop loving me!"



   Kitty was breathing rather heavy as she thrust even harder.  "Oh Sara,
you can count on it!  I'll love you `til the day I die!"



   Sara held tight to the water spout, resting her upper body on it as she
quivered with each powerful thrust Kitty gave her.  She began moving too,
pushing back, meeting her lover and driving that glorious weapon deeper and
deeper into her straining body.



   "Oh Sara, I'm gonna do it!  I, I'm gonna spill my seed in you again!  I
hope the baby don't mind none!"



   "She's fine, Kitty!  It's fine!" Sara cried.  "Don't stop!  Oh Darling,
don't you stop now!"



   The lovers panted as their release gripped them.  It was then that
disaster struck!



   "You sure got up early to heat the water." Jackson said with a laugh
when as he put his hand on the knob of the bathing room door.



   "Quiet Jackson, you'll wake Kitty and Miss Sara!  I don't want to
scandalize them if the see us go in to bathe together!" Mary thought for a
moment.  "The water, that wasn't me.  I thought you went up, sweetheart."



   The door opened after a strong hand ended the life of a weak lock. 
Kitty looked over her shoulder and squealed in terror.  "Pa, close the
door!" she cried, unable to stop ramming herself at Sara, her body making
slapping sounds against that lovely bottom.  "Don't watch!" she grunted, as
her body strained and her staff jerked.  "Don't watch us!" There was no
stopping it now!  Kitty's shaft throbbed and started to unleash its load,
even though her beloved pa was staring right at her!



   Sara whimpered as her body shook.  Humiliation mixed oddly with her
passion.  Her body succumbed as two people watched her being taken from
behind like an animal.  All she could do was cry out while grasping onto a
pipe for all she was worth while her body spasmed!



   Jackson stood stunned.  His lovely daughter was, she had a, it was going
into, it looked nearly as big as his own!  "Kitty!" he cried.  "What in
tarnation is going on?"



   Miss Mary showed more then a little common sense.  She pulled the door
closed.  "I think I better start breakfast." She called out in a somewhat
shaky, but cheerful voice.  "That at least explains the soiled sheets!" She
whispered as she led a stunned Jackson to the stairs.



   Thirty minutes later, four people sat at breakfast, but nobody touched
their food.  "Kitty, I, I never knew." Jackson said quietly.



   "I never told you." Kitty whispered.  "I feared you would hate me, and
force me to leave!"



   Jackson jumped up and went to his daughter.  He leaned down and kissed
the top of her head.  "Never!  How could I ever hate the child your ma and
I brought into this world!  I wish Doc McCoy was still with us, but perhaps
he's better off never seein' how angry I am with him for not telling me!"
he sighed.  "I guess your ma must have told him not to."



   Sara cleared her throat.  "Sheriff, I'll leave town.  I'll head back
east!  No one need ever know what happened between Kitty and I!  I'll die
before I let anyone know her secret!"



   "No you won't leave me, and you won't be dyin'!" Kitty cried.  "Pa, I
love Sara!  If I could, I'd marry her right now and make an honest woman of
her!"



   Miss Mary smiled.  "I don't think we need any talk about people heading
east.  The answer is quite simple.  Jackson, you have to marry our Sara!"



   "Hell no!" Kitty couldn't help yelling.  "Sara is my woman!  I won't let
any man, not even Pa marry her over me!"



   Jackson almost dropped his coffee cup.  "Mary, I, I thought we was going
to wed!  You finally said yes!"



   "You finally asked." The woman said with a smug little smile.



   Sara looked at the kindly land lady, and felt a serene calmness fill her
soul.  "Miss Mary, I, I think I understand."



   "I felt certain a school teacher would!" Mary said with a smile.



   Kitty and her father looked at each other, and then turned to Mary and
Sara.  "I sure as shootin' don't understand!" Kitty said gruffly.



   Jackson shook his head.  "I don't either.  How is me marrying Sara, who
is a lovely young lady, but not someone an older man should be thinkin' of
as wife, solve anything?"



   Mary grinned.  "You marry Sara, and then spend your honeymoon with me in
my bed, silly!"



   Sara giggled.  "I'd legally be Mrs.  Tucker, but nobody need know which
Tucker I consider myself to be married too!"



   "But Miss Mary, I thought you and pa was gonna get hitched?" Kitty asked
softly.  "It seems that if'n you fell in a family way too, people would
start to talk!"



   Mary giggled like a schoolgirl, and ran a hand through her brunet hair,
somehow made even more lovely by the few streaks of silver beginning to
show.  "Kitty, don't you go and make my head swell with flattery.  I'm no
spring chicken.  I've had the `change' quite early so I'm thankfully past
my baby makin' days.  Your father, on the other hand, would sure be a handy
explanation if our lovely Sara should happen to have another child after
this one!" she winked at kitty.  "Or many more, as I well expect she will!
I have enough savings that I don't need to let out any rooms.  If it's just
the four of us living here, who's to say what couple shares which room?"



   Jackson laughed long and hard.  "That's right Mary!  No wife of mine
needs to be working.  This boarding house is officially closed to
business!" He looked thoughtful.  "Kitty, I do reckon you'll be needin' a
steady job to pay for your growing family."



   Kitty jumped up, and threw her arms around her father.  Could this be
what she'd dreamt of ever since she was old enough to hold a gun?  "You
mean it, pa?  You changed your mind?  You'll let me do it?"



   "Of course, honey!" He grinned crookedly.  "I know when I'm licked!"



   The family settled down after the marriage of Sheriff Jackson Tucker and
Miss Sara Mitchell.  After the small ceremony, the four of them returned to
the roomin' house.  Kitty couldn't wait.  She grabbed Sara's hand and the
two of them nearly flew up the stairs while Jackson took Mary to the room
they would now share.  Kitty even picked Sara up and proudly carried the
giggling woman over the threshold!  The blushing bride was then helped out
of her wedding dress so fast her head nearly spun!  Neither couple then saw
much of other for several energetic and happy days.



   In the fullness of time, nobody in town was crude enough to openly speak
of how fast the Sheriff's eager young bride delivered her first child into
the world.  Outwardly, there was nothing suspect about the Sheriff and his
small family.  The two couples lived quite happily within their deception.
What did they care if people thought Miss Mary was their beloved maid and
cook?  It didn't trouble them in the least when people smiled and clapped
the Sheriff on the back when the pretty schoolmarm's belly began to grow
once again.  Nobody questioned Kitty's refusing the attentions of any man,
as she concentrated on her new job.  Quite a few young men did suffer from
broken hearts at the golden haired beauty's gentle rebuffs though.



   Mary had the man she loved sleeping in her bed every night.  Kitty
lovingly thought of Sara as her beautiful bride, and was rightfully proud
of their growing family.  That was all that mattered!  The rest of the
town, and even the world itself was nothing in comparison to the happiness
of the two couples.



   The only thing Kitty didn't like in the whole mixed up but happy living
arrangement was people's strange resistance to her new job.  Kitty slid off
of Firebrand and glared at Mark Benson.  "You're drunk, Mister!  I can't be
lettin' a drunk annoy decent folk on a Sunday morning!"



   He held up a bottle.  "I was just sippin' a little applejack, purely for
medicinal reasons.  You can't fault a fella for that!"



   Kitty grabbed the bottle from him, and poured it out onto the ground. 
"Go home, Benson, or I'll have to take you in!"



   Mark spit on her right boot, and then hiccupped.  "If'n you think you
can do it, little girl, your daddy has a fool for a deputy!" he said as he
took a swing at Kitty.



   Just as pa taught her, Kitty ducked under the wildly thrown roundhouse
punch, and carefully laid Mark low with a well placed upper cut to the
chin. She buffed her knuckles against the gleaning star she proudly wore.
"My pa only appoints the very best to deputy for him!" She said loudly as
she put the irons on the moaning man's wrists.



   Kitty glanced up and saw pa leading Sara down the church steps as Miss
Mary followed them with little Martha in he arms.  The deputy smiled.  Sara
was getting bigger, and as usual, her cute little expectant momma waddle
made her prod grow thick and hard.  "On your feet and come along quiet
like. I ain't aimin' to waste time while locking up the likes of you!"
Kitty tried to ignore the straining in her trousers as she tugged the
whimpering drunk to his feet.  "Hurry it up!  I got urgent business at home
that needs tending to!"