This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
Dan and I carried bundles up into the front room. Jan had spread newspapers on the floor. We had a pile with fourteen bank pouches and six long wrapped bundles.
Jan and Krista started cutting away plastic and duct tape. Dan snickered when he saw the duct tape. “That must be mine. I usually think duct tape cures anything and everything.”
After Jan and Krista had removed the plastic, we tackled the long bundles. Two bundles opened to reveal pre-Civil War Colt percussion revolving rifles, and one Colt percussion-revolving shotgun. Dan said, “Selling those should solve any cash flow issues. Great job, William.”
Krista stacked them aside. The next bundle revealed Jan’s two favorite rifles. She was so shook up that she went into her room and checked. Yep, she now had identical twin rifles.
When we were done opening long bundles we had the mate for each of our favorites, including Dan’s oak staff. Krista asked, “How? I can see his staff right there by the door.”
Jan said, “Multiplier effect. Looks like you carry it through the portal and then retrieve it after ‘aging’, but you retrieve it before you leave it…”
Krista just looked astonished. “My mind is a boggle.”
We started on bank bags next. The first four bank bags held a huge quantity of silver dollars and twenty-dollar gold pieces. In a chamois bag were six silver dollars dated 1870 from the Denver mint, and six more dated from 1950 through 1955. Krista said, “We are doing very well in Deadwood, or the multiplier is working marvelously well.”
Dan asked, “We sure aren’t using these caches we just dug up for quickly accessible retrieval. Where do you suppose we stash stuff for a quick turn-around?”
Krista said, “I’ll go back to reading. You guys keep unpacking.”
“No, K. Keep unwrapping. You have just as much right to share in the fun.”
“Thanks, W.”
The next four bags had walnut gun boxes inside. The eight boxes held cased Colt .45 revolvers.
Four boxes had .45 Colts with 7 inch barrels. The boxes also held a removable walnut rifle stock for the revolver. The revolver had special leaf sights, sighted for 100, 150 and 200 yards. Each box had a card inside with one of our names.
Four more boxes had pairs of .45 Colts, with four inch barrels ending just at the end of the ejector rod. The revolvers had extra fit and finish from the Colt factory custom shop. Again, each box had one of our names.
We were all crying as we distributed the guns. Two more bank bags were filled with ammunition.
The next two bags held an extensive first aid kits, including prescription drugs. The medication included ampoules of painkiller and antibiotics with syringes and needles. Nurse Krista, an RN in real life, immediately took charge of the medical supplies.
The last two bags held more handgun twins. Krista’s “snake” gun was here. There were ten 45 Caliber derringers. My shoulder holster and pistol were here. Dan’s favorite bowie knife and shotgun were in one bag. At the bottom were six short-barreled ‘bankers special’ model Colts.
Krista held up one of the derringers. “What’s this?”
I replied, “It’s a modern reproduction of a double-barreled derringer. The caliber is .45 just like your Colt. I have a pair. I would have wanted each of you to have at least one for a final last-ditch hide out. Now everybody gets two, and I still have my two.”
We were fast becoming inured to the oddities of time travel. I distributed the silver dollars we would need to switch the portal. We each had our own compartments in our gun belts to hold these beyond valuable coins.
Dan passed out gold and silver pieces for our spending money to each of us. Some went in our pockets, and some went into our money belts. Dan found some chamois bags with very fine quality coins that would have numismatic value. Those would be sold to his local coin collector.
We all helped carry the plastic and tape out to the trash barrel. The bank bags went into the basement. Guns and ammo were moved upstairs to the room by our suite. Krista finally called a halt. “If we are going through the portal I want some rest and a bath.”
She pointed at me and gestured emphatically toward our suite. I guess she was tired of me missing hints. Now she just took my arm and pulled me. I was unresisting as she led me away.
She did not bother to shut the door. Krista led me to the bed. She took a moment to start filling the large round bathtub in the corner of our bedroom. Then she quickly stripped, revealing that she had been wearing no underwear under her day’s outfit. Krista began to undress me. She quickly had me naked. She snickered and lightly stroked my hard cock.
Krista walked to the shower in a separate room. She started it and adjusted the temperature. Then she came back into the bedroom. She led me into the shower by my now convenient cock handle.
Krista pushed me under the warm water spray. She began by washing my hair. She made it a sensual experience with a deep scalp massage. She rinsed, and then repeated the experience.
Then, just using her fingers she spread soap over my body. She slowly rubbed it into a foamy lather. When she reached my groin she had a question. “You’re smooth?”
“Yes. I had surgery. They shaved me. I liked it. I had laser removal. It’s permanently hairless. Do you like it?”
In answer, she sank to her knees and engulfed my hairless balls as she jacked my cock in her soft hand. I groaned. “I won’t last. I’m so close.”
Krista smiled. She put her mouth over the end of my cock. She lightly licked my piss hole as she cupped my balls. I grabbed her hair for support as my body clenched. My cock lurched, and spewed into her mouth. It was so intense I felt like my balls had turned inside out.
Krista swallowed. My cum filled her cheeks to overflowing. Cum leaked around my cock. It dripped down her chin and on her tits. She kept swallowing, trying to catch up. I stopped spending. Krista continued to suck tenderly until my cock softened. She held the head against my belly and licked along the length, trying to capture all the cum that had leaked away.
I pulled her up and kissed her. I held her against me lovingly. My strongest emotion, besides love, was simply honest amazement that a woman this lovely would be here with me. I told Krista. She shushed me.
I returned the favor. I washed her hair twice with a massage. I lathered her body. When I reached her cunt I was surprised. “No hair?”
“Me, too. Gone for good. Do you like it?”
My answer was to bury my face in her pussy. I held the cheeks of her ass in my two hands. My tongue was active. I licked her lips. I sucked her clit. She was also on edge, so she didn’t last very long before she just exploded in orgasm. I pressed her against the side of the shower until she recovered.
My cock was hardening from the sight, smell and sounds of her arousal. I rose and continued to press her to the shower wall. She reached between us and felt my hard cock.
Krista moaned. She held me at her center. I pressed in slowly. My groin slid against hers under the flow of warm water from the shower.
I wanted to make love to Krista slowly. I ended up slam fucking Krista in a frenetic noisy coupling in the shower stall with her yelping and me groaning. Despite having come once already, I was so turned on that I was coming almost immediately. Luckily Krista was equally excited. Her orgasm was just quicker than mine.
I held Krista in my arms under the running shower. I was kissing her softly on her lips, eyes, cheeks, nose and chin. My cock softened. She looked at me and said, “Come on. Time for your bath.”
She lovingly rinsed me and then led me, still dripping, to our bath. She positioned me in the bubble-filled tub to her satisfaction. She climbed on my lap facing me. We spent some time letting our lips get acquainted. Krista turned around and settled back against me with a relaxed sigh. She said, “I don’t want to move and I do want to go through the portal just as soon as we can. Tonight!”
I was in an oddly contemplative place as I said, “The old west wasn’t really so old, so far away, and so long ago. Do you know how Bat Masterson died, K.?”
Krista shook her head.
I continued, “He died in 1921, sitting at his typewriter in New York City, writing his boxing column for the newspaper that became the Daily Racing Form. His favorite prank in New York was to visit a pawnshop, buy a rusty old gun, carve the handle full of notches, and then give it away as his ‘personal’ handgun that he used when he was Deputy Marshall of Dodge City.”
Krista giggled as she said, “He sounds different than he’s portrayed.”
I nodded as I kissed the back of her neck. “We will find much different than portrayed, K, my love. The death toll was real. It will be a dangerous place for us. We must be careful.”
Krista nodded as she said softly, “I want to go. It seems I’ve wanted to go my whole life.” In a very business like tone she continued, “We’ll take the buckboard. Francis can pull that very nicely. That big wooden box will fit on the back. You know, that one we use for the county fair parades.”
I laughingly said, “You realize my holding your naked slippery body means I haven’t heard a damn thing you’ve said since we got in here.”
Krista was laughing delightedly. Jan walked through the open door dressed only in one of Dan’s shirts. She stepped into the tub. Jan quickly knelt in the billowing suds. She kissed Krista. As she sat back on her heels Jan said, “Dan and I listened to you for a while. Then we went across the hall, fucking along in time with you. Next time we’ll just jump in with you.”
Krista asked, “W. Can J and D join us in the four-poster when we get back?”
I asked, “Isn’t this kind of sudden?”
J and K looked at each other for a moment. They threw their arms around each other, with K rolling off me and sinking into the sea of bubbles. They surfaced in a moment giggling happily.
I looked up to see Dan standing in the doorway smiling at his wife’s antics. He was wearing white silk boxers covered with tiny red hearts. It is a measure of Dan’s presence that he kept his dignity in those boxers.
Dan joined us sitting on the edge of the tub, one foot in the water and one out. Dan said, “It’s your call, W.”
As it seemed to be so often, they deferred to me for final judgments. For a fleeting moment I wondered what happened ‘back there’ to make my leadership so clear-cut.
I said, “We take the buckboard and our horses. We’re only there a short time, no longer than overnight there and then back to this time.”
There was immediate and quite distracting jumping around in the tub, splashing water out on all sides. I now realized what the broad expanse of tile with the floor drain surrounding the tub was for.