From rhettxxoo@aol.com Tue Jan 21 10:18:46 1997 Path: usenet73.supernews.com!news.he.net!news-feed.inet.tele.dk!news.maxwell.syr.edu!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: rhettxxoo@aol.com (Rhettxxoo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: New Story: Adventures on the Oregon Trail, Book One [mf], 1/3 Date: 21 Jan 1997 15:18:46 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 393 Message-ID: <19970121151800.KAA13675@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Adventures on The Oregon Trail by Rhett Dreams (c. 1997) Warning: This fictional story is intended for mature audiences. I should also add that the depictment of Native Americans in this pioneer saga is politically and historically incorrect. Finally, this story has been revised slightly from the version submitted to Celeste s annual writing contest. Book One Chapter One "We've got us a gun," came the nervous, high-pitched voice from behind the canvas curtains that shielded the scout's view from the rear of the solitary prairie schooner. The tall lanky rider knew at once that it was girl hiding in the wagon and that she was very much afraid. "I figured as much," replied the trail scout, keeping his voice friendly and easy to assuage her fears. "Bein' as you're a- ways off the trail and in Injun territory, a gun can come in mighty handy. The name's Josh Lehmann, miss. I'm scoutin' for the wagon train that's a couple miles back on the trail." The scout paused and waited, hearing voices in the tent that started out as whispers but increased in volume as the seconds passed. The girl and someone else were arguing, and he was pretty certain that it was about whether or not he was someone who should he trusted. While he waited he speculated about the recent history of this wagon. He knew there was another wagon train ahead of them. That seventy-wagon train had left Independence, Missouri a week earlier than his slightly smaller group. Josh was adept at reading trail signs, and they told him that the advance group was now three or four days ahead of him. This wagon was either left behind or cut loose. Given that the wagon was a mile off the trail, in dangerous territory, he suspected that the family was forced out. His blood chilled at the likely reason. The water sickness. Cholera. If any individual came down with the deadly disease the rule of the trail required that family be isolated to avoid contaminating the others. No one really knew how the disease spread, and why some got it and others didn't. It was a cruel but necessary thing to send a wagon off by itself, making it easy prey for the Indians, coyotes and wolves. The curtains on the wagon parted slightly and Josh could see a pair of eyes staring out at him. "My name's Shelly, Mr. Lehmann. Shelly Graham. My sister Deborah is with me." "Pleased to meet you, Miss Graham. How'd you end up in this God-forsaken spot? And where are your folks?" There was another long pause before the girl replied. "Ma passed a little over a week ago. The wagon boss told Pa we had to travel separate because of... sickness. Pa left us here two days ago and we haven't seen him since." "He went off to die," thought Josh with a mixture of sadness and admiration. The father had given the their only chance, slim as it was. If he'd stayed with them, dying slowly, he would have been little use to his daughters and may have passed on the sickness. It took considerable courage and insight, Josh was sure, for a father to realize that he was redundant, his presence a danger to his girls, and to walk off to die alone. Josh considered the options and finally decided that the girls would have their best chance if he found them a campsite by the river up ahead. They'd have fresh water and, if they were careful, and lucky, they might not attract Indians. Chapter Two Returning from the girls' makeshift camp, Josh headed North for several miles looking for game. He had a few hours until nightfall and spent the time hiding in a copse of trees overlooking a bend in the river, where the water was unusually placid for this time in the spring. While he waited patiently, his thoughts kept returning to the lovely blue eyes and milky white complexion of fifteen year-old Shelly Graham and the womanly form that hid beneath her plain cotton dress. Although a man in every other respect, the seventeen year- old scout had not yet had a woman, and it grated on him. He had a chance, once, in the early spring, when he and Rex Travis had come down from the Black Mountains with their mules bundled with beaver pelts. The normally irascible mountain man was that day in great humor, and gladly paid for a hot bath and a barber for the two of them, then hired a whore for the night. Josh had watched nervously as the aging whore had stripped and mounted Rex, bouncing up and down on his rod while he whooped and hollered. Instead of relishing the chance to take his turn, Josh had been disgusted by the whore's bad teeth, sagging breasts and rolls of fat, in sharp contrast to Rex's obviously blithe experience. He was so engrossed in his thoughts of how Shelly might look without her clothes, and how her soft skin would feel in his hands, that he almost missed a large buck at the watering hole. He was lucky that the animal's movement caught his eye and brought him out of his reverie, and his shot caught the buck high on the shoulder just before it bounded back into the tall grass, only to fall dead a half-dozen yards further. With the animal strapped to the back of his horse, he headed southeast until he met up with the wagon train stopped for the night. After dropping the animal off for slaughter, Josh sought out Mr. Wilson, the trail boss, and told him of his unexpected discovery of the Graham wagon. "Well, now," drawled Wilson, "it ain't very Christian to cut loose a family like that, but I've heard tell of whole wagon trains decimated by The Sickness." "The two girls don't look sick to me," said Josh. "Yeah, Doc Lehmann?" Wilson chided. "You got your eye on one of those girls?" Josh couldn't help but blush, but hoped that the dim light of dusk kept this fact from Wilson. "Tell you what," continued Wilson, "let me discuss it with the Wagon Council and we'll see. Maybe we can take em' in if'n they're still healthy after another week or so." Josh knew this was the best he could hope for and thanked the man. He and the Trail Boss then discussed what lie ahead on the trail, and the travel plans for the next few days. "Oh, and one other thing," said Wilson, when they were finished. "Widow Spencer asked me to tell ya to stop by when you returned. Maybe she'll share her evening vittles with ya." Josh thought he saw a sly grin on Wilson's face before the older man turned away to tend with other duties. Josh realized he was in fact quite hungry as he rode his mare down toward the rear of the quarter-mile length of wagons, chatting with people as he went. It always amazed Josh that the many young children were laughing and playing games just as they might in some town back East. He knew that the silly and sometimes fatuous activities of the children helped to ameliorate the hardships of the long journey. It reminded him of the first third of his family's trek west, before the death of his parent's had left him the family head and abruptly ended his childhood at the age of fourteen. He found widow Spencer's wagon just as the last light was fading and the stars were filling the evening sky. Mrs. Spencer's husband had broken several bones during the incipient part of the trip, not ten days from Independence, Missouri. Unable to stop and rest because of the group's need to press on while the weather was good, a serious infection had followed and the man was dead within a week. She had decided to continue the trek with her year-old baby boy. In the Oregon territory or in California, if that was where she decided to go, Josh figured that the comely widow would likely have her pick of men to marry. Josh had talked to her on a number of occasions, before and after her husband's death, and found the twenty-two year-old Canadian to be very pleasant company. She was also very pretty, with shoulder-legnth auburn hair and hazel eyes that were truly enchanting. She and her husband, an Englishman who had emigrated to Canada three years earlier, were much more worldly than the usual homesteader. After dismounting and tying up his mare for the night, Josh found the woman preparing her evening meal over a small fire. Josh kept the baby entertained while she cooked stew and biscuits. He had plenty of experience with young-uns, having six younger brothers and sisters. During the meal, when he wasn't shoveling the food into his mouth, he shared the sad circumstances of the Graham family. "Oh, that's just awful!" she exclaimed when he finished. "I don't like to think of what would happen to those poor girls if the savages find them." This was key among Josh's concerns, as well. Once again his thoughts drifted to Shelly Graham, and it was several minutes before he realized that he off in his own world and was ignoring the woman sitting across the campfire from him. When he finally did shake his head free of the images of Shelly, he found the widow watching him with a knowing smile. "The older one... Shelly," she said, "is she pretty?" Josh cleared his throat. "Oh, I suppose so." "Is she as pretty as me?" asked the widow, smiling. "Um... yes, well, no... I mean---" After laughing gaily the widow rescued him by suggesting he tend to the dishes while she put the baby down for the night. Josh was happy to be doing something that kept his mind off the girl and the embarrassment of his lascivious thoughts. He hoped the widow didn't notice the bulge in his pants as he rose to deal with his chore. "First Mr. Wilson, now Mrs. Spencer," thought Josh as he scoured the pots and pans and washed the dishes using as little water as possible. "Everyone seems to know what's on my mind, and they must think me a worse than a fool to be harboring such thoughts." He found widow Spencer in the back of the wagon, rocking the makeshift hammock that held her baby. He watched as she sang softly to her baby, reluctant to interrupt with his thanks and leave taking. In the dim light of the flickering candle he couldn't see the features of widow Spencer but was conscious of the kneeling woman's form. The thrust of her breasts and the womanly curve of her hips soon had his cock stiffening once again. Angrily pushing aside these thoughts, he sat down on the buck board and forced himself to review the trail up ahead and the harrying task of fording the river. Unfortunately, this reminded to his concerns for the girls camped on the same river, which led to more thoughts of Shelly, and the body beneath her simple dress. "The baby's asleep." It was just a whisper but the widow's voice startled Josh and he silently cursed himself once again. He scooted over on the buckboard as the widow stepped down from the back of the wagon, placing his hands casually to hide the bulge in his pants. Holding her dress up so it would snag on anything, she stepped onto the sideboard then down, so she could sit next to Josh. This allowed Josh a glimpse from the corner of his eye of the woman's ankles and shapely calves, which served to keep him in his uncomfortable state. Sitting in the dark, almost shoulder-to-shoulder with the attractive woman made Josh very nervous, and he was about to take his leave when she spoke. "What do you think my chances are, Josh, of the baby and me surviving this trip?" Glad to be taking about something within his expertise, but a bit unsettled by her question, Josh tried, "Well, um, I reckon your chances are as good as anyone's." "I'm not so sure, Josh. I haven't told anyone else yet but I'm expecting another baby, about seven and a half months off. We're doing pretty well for food and water---the wagon train I mean. But further along in the prairie and over the mountains, I worry. The other families have husbands or older boys to do hunting and fishing as we go along, and my baby and I have nobody. As it stands, we'll only get a share of the common stores." Josh understood her point. Each wagon was suppose to fend for itself, with supplies brought from Missouri or game killed alonAnime II: Lesbians In Bondage 1pleasure they gave and received was its own reward. As she felt the scout's hands caress her breasts, she closed her eyes and sighed, then moved one of his callused hands down over her belly and between her legs. As his fingers tentatively explored her moist quim, she pushed the thoughts of her late husband out of her mind and brought her attention back to the young, inexperienced scout and her enjoyable task as his teacher. Opening her eyes, she found Josh staring at her, his expression a mixture of awe and uncertainty. His fingers had been rubbing back and forth over the lips of her sex and now one slid between her puffy lips and into her wet sex. "Yes..." she whispered, put your finger in me. The scout eased a finger into her sex. She could tell from his movements and the look of wonder on his face that she would be his first woman. Keeping her voice soft and low, she urged him to add a second finger in her sex, and to play with her nipples. "Lesson number one is to pleasure me, Josh," she whispered, "make me climax." From watching the widow's face, the scout could tell that every time his fingers rubbed across the hard nub at the top of her wet sex she trembled. He kept his fingers thrusting in and out of her wetness while his other hand caressed her full breasts and pulled the rock-hard nipples. He continued this for several minutes, watching her lips tremble and her eyelids flutter, until he felt her entire body shake. His stroking fingers were coated with even more wetness from her spasming sex. "Oh... ohhhhh--," she moaned, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, reaching up for a hold around his neck, pulling her trembling body up against the still-clothed scout. Chapter Four Josh watched in eager anticipation as the kneeling widow dipped the cloth in the tepid water and returned to the task of washing his cock and balls. His clothes and boots lay in a neat stack where the sexy widow had put them as he had disrobed moments before. His cock was rock-hard from her ministrations, but instead of being embarrassed he found it surprisingly comfortable to be in her presence. Having brought her such obvious pleasure from his hands had boosted his confidence, and the woman's bright eyes and encouraging smile caused his concerns about this, his first time, to melt away. "I'm going to use my mouth on you," she said in the same soft, throaty voice she'd used throughout. Stroking his eight-inch length, she added, "and I want you to climax inside me, Josh... in my mouth." His eyes widened in surprise as her tongue bathed the head of his cock, then he groaned as she sucked his cock past her lips and inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Her hands gently caressed his swollen balls while her head bobbed up and down on his cock. The feeling was unlike anything he'd ever felt or imagined and, despite all of his efforts to hold back, within a minute his cock was erupting, filling her mouth with his seed. He was quite surprised to see the woman swallow his copius discharge. Josh had his head propped up on one elbow as his free hand caressed Claire Spencer's body. The flickering light from the lone candle made her shapely body even more textured and exciting, he thought, than it would be in broad daylight. The curves of her breasts and one raised thigh well-lit, the shadows between her mounds and at the vee of her slender legs making her lush body seem mysterious. She was watching his face as she spoke quietly about how a man should make love to a woman. He traced a finger around one turgid nipple and listened to her explanation about how he should be tender and gentle sometimes, then hard and insistent the next. "Like now, Josh," she said, her voice low and quiet. "The light touch of your fingers is very nice, but now I want you to grab my teats, hard!" Josh closed his hand around the soft but firm flesh, feeling the hard nipple press into his palm. She had to urge him twice more to squeeze harder until he heard her wince in pain. "Both of them," she gasped. "Straddle me and squeeze them hard!" Josh rolled on top of her and sat on her thighs, both hands kneading her mounds, squeezing until she gasped aloud, pulling and twisting the erect nipples, watching her face closely for any sign that he was being too rough. "Oh!" she gasped at last, then yanked his hands off her breasts and pulled him down on top of her. The hungry kiss was thrilling to Josh, his mouth opening over hers as her tongue pressed inside. Adding to his excitement was the fact that she eased her legs outside of his while their tongue s wrestled erotically. "Take me now, Josh!" she said after breaking the kiss. "Fuck me hard and fast! Now, Josh!" The scout raised himself off her thighs and felt the woman spread herself as he moved into position. Her hand came down and took his cock as he eased forward, and it seemed to him like magic that he found himself pressing inside her sex. The hand that guided him left and circled over his hip until the fingers dug into the flesh of his ass. He wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but the urgent pull of her hand caused him to move forward and bury himself in her incredibly tight, wet sex. "Fuck me!" he heard again in his ear and he rocked his hips back and thrust forward, feeling her sex grip his rod as he once again cleaved inside. In a low whisper she continued to urge him on, and in a few short moments he developed a cadence to his thrusts that matched her entreaties. "Fuck me!.... Harder!... Fuck me!..." The scout pushed himself up on his arms and rammed his cock into her throbbing wetness. Having come not twenty minutes earlier, he was able to enjoy first experience of fucking a woman without fear that he'd climax too soon. He was surprised that he was able to keep his focus off the incredible feeling of her wet and overheated quim on his shunting cock, just enough to appreciate the responsive woman beneath him... the trembling lips, the pleasure reflected in her beautiful face, the way her hips squirmed each time he bottomed out, and now, as she reached her climax, how she arched her back, bringing her breasts up in an unspoken but clear invitation, and how she hissed like a cat when he swallowed half of one firm breast and sucked the pliant flesh as hard as he could. Somehow the scout was able to keep from exploding in her pulsating core. Instead, he kept fucking her through her powerful orgasm, sucking her breast greedily, taking great satisfaction in the fact that he, Josh Lehmann, was able to give this woman so much pleasure. And he knew, somehow, without being coached by his sexy teacher, that he should slow his thrusts as she came down, then stop. Lowering himself to his elbows, he rested his chin softly at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, feeling her racing pulse through her slender neck and her labored breathing as her breasts rose and fell against his chest. Several minutes later he began again, gently this time, stroking his cock back and forth as he kissed her neck and chin, her lips and face. Claire Spencer felt him begin again and purred into his ear, amazed that the previously virgin scout hadn't come long before this. The dilatory blow-job had done more than she had dared hope, delaying the scout's orgasm long enough for her to enjoy the hard and fast fuck. The cock sliding back and forth in her sex was longer than that of her late husband, and it touched her in places that she'd only felt when he'd taken her from the rear. She considered stopping the scout and turning over to present him with the sight of her shapely ass, knowing that it would excite the young man to take her that way, as it most certainly had her husband. As much as she wanted his hard cock to reach unexplored depths within her, she knew that the randy scout would want to share her bed frequently during this trip, and was willing to postpone that pleasure. "Imagine, instead of me, that it's Shelly benea126/alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.cartoons:71758 adept at this as he was at the other. Looking into the widow's face, feeling her rock-hard nipples pressed into his chest and her hips push back into him as he stroked back and forth, he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts. His eyes watched the changes in her lovely face, the slight flaring of the nostrils, the way her soft lips trembled, and her eyes... even in the dim light of the wagon, he could see the pleasure she was feeling reflected in her wide orbs. "I'm fucking you, Claire," he said, quite softly, wanting to hear himself say the words, redundant as they were, and finding it impossible to stare into her face, and feel her body responding, and pretend that Shelly was in her place. "Not Shelly," he continued, "I'm fucking you... and your quim feels so incredible around my cock." "Oh yes," she sighed. "Fuck me good, Josh... drive that hard cock into my quim... hmmmm..., " she murmured, time and time again as the trail scout slid his cock back and forth into her throbbing core. "Come with me, babe...," she whispered as her pleasure raced toward the point of release. As another powerful orgasm gripped her body, she sensed the scout tense and soon felt the gush of his seed deep inside her. "Oh, God!... Oh Yessss!!" From rhettxxoo@aol.com Tue Jan 21 10:23:57 1997 Path: usenet73.supernews.com!news.he.net!news-feed.inet.tele.dk!news.maxwell.syr.edu!newsfeeds.sol.net!newspump.sol.net!howland.erols.net!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!spamz.news.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: rhettxxoo@aol.com (Rhettxxoo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: New Story: Adventures on the Oregon Trail, Book 1 [mf] 2/3 Date: 21 Jan 1997 15:23:57 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 70 Message-ID: <19970121152301.KAA13882@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Adventures on The Oregon Trail by Rhett Dreams (c. 1997) Chapter Five Josh was whistling blithely to himself as he crossed the grassy plain and headed toward the river-side camp of the Graham girls. He was greatly relieved that he had finally shed his virginity, and was quite pleased with himself that he'd been able to perform to the widow's obvious satisfaction. When he heard the distant screams, however, his happiness evaporated and was replaced by a feeling of cold dread. It took all of his self control to keep from spurring his mare and racing toward the girl's camp. If it was Indians that had found the girls they would hear his approach and he didn't want that. He allowed the mare to trot until he was a hundred yards from the point where the ground sloped sharply away to the river below. After hobbling his horse, retrieving his rifle and checking his handgun, he jogged as quickly as he could without making too much noise. The cries continued as he made his way down toward the river, keeping to the left side of the path where an impervious rock formation kept him from being seen. Creeping atop a large rock he raised his head slowly until he could see the camp below. His eyes widened as they took in the terrible scene, about eighty yards away and fifteen yards below his perch. Knowing that sudden movement was to be avoided, he slowly lowered himself back out of sight. What he'd seen made his blood boil! Three Indians, mere boys by the look of them, had obviously come across the camp and been able to disarm the girls. One girl---and he wasn't sure which---was bent obscenely over the trunk of a fallen tree, her wrists bound together, what remained of her dress in tatters. An Indian was mercilessly driving his loins against her exposed ass, howling blithely at the screams and cries from his victim. The other two Indians were busy with the other girl, barely managing to hold the wildly struggling teen face down in the dirt. That all three Indians were occupied with the girls gave Josh his only chance. If he waited too long they would eventually subdue and bound the other girl, who he now guessed must be the older and stronger Shelly. In that case, the braves would surely rotate a guard while the others enjoyed their carnal sport. Creeping slowly down the path, along the side of the receding rock formation, Josh continued until he could see to the camp merely by standing, and risked another look. It took considerable discipline not to focus on fate of the girls and instead search for signs of weapons that might be used against him. Ten yards to the left of the two Indians wrestling with Shelly was the large wagon, and resting against the rear wheel was the girl's flintlock. Another twenty yards to the left were the braves mounts, and Josh could see no sign of a rifle scabbard. Each pony, however, did have a bow and quiver fastened to them. Lowering himself out of sight, the scout considered his options. It would be safest to retreat back up the path and find another way down, where his advance would be shielded by the wagon. He discarded this option quickly, realizing that he would be giving the braves enough time to secure Shelly and use their superior numbers against him. No, he decided, I've got to act now. With his flintlock, he could easily pick off one of the braves from where he was, but it would take him almost twenty seconds to reload the ball, cap and powder, and that was far too long. His hand gun would only be of use if he was much closer, no farther than fifteen yards from his target. He was not very adept with that weapon and had never fired it at a moving target. If he happened to get that close and managed to hit one of them, it would be hand-to-hand with whomever survived. Josh took a deep breath and, acting on instinct, left his cover and walked slowly toward the camp. Completely in the openthe few akx I have, pls fill the gaps - ak-lz016.jp 1 From rhettxxoo@aol.com Tue Jan 21 10:28:47 1997 Path: usenet73.supernews.com!news.he.net!news-feed.inet.tele.dk!news.maxwell.syr.edu!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: rhettxxoo@aol.com (Rhettxxoo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: New Story: Adventures on the Oregon Trail [mf] 3/4 Date: 21 Jan 1997 15:28:47 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 140 Message-ID: <19970121152801.KAA14162@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Adventures on The Oregon Trail by Rhett Dreams (c. 1997) Chapter Six (continued) Josh lowered himself to the grassy ground and brought his mouth to the maw of her sex, inhaling the scent of her womanly arousal as he kissed her thighs and lightly-haired mound. When his tongue stroked along the lips of her sex, he felt her body tremble and heard a gasp from the girl. Rising up on all fours, he climbed up over her body and once again pressed his finger to her lips, then took one of her hands and brought it up to her mouth. Shelly understood that he wanted and needed her to stay quiet, but it was so difficult with all the new and thrilling sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples ached pleasantly from the action of his hands, and the bolt of excitement when his tongue touched her sex was so wonderful that she couldn't help herself. Looking up at the scout's handsome face, and his serious expression, she vowed to do better and nodded at him. As he backed himself down to between her splayed thighs, she bit on one finger to keep herself quiet. When she felt his tongue return to her sex, she groaned inwardly and pushed her hips up, anxious for more contact. Josh covered her sex with his mouth and slid his tongue inside, probing deeply into her tight hole, tasting the juices of her excitement. Her body trembled but he heard not a sound from the girl. Driving his tongue as deep as he could, he brought his hands up to caress her firm breasts and tweak the rock-hard nipples. For several long minutes, he fucked his tongue back and forth into her hot, wet cavern, being careful not to apply too much direct pressure to the hard nub at the top of her sex. He could feel her young body jerk and twist under his dual attack of her quim and breasts, and knew she was very close to her orgasm. Withdrawing his tongue from her wet quim, he let her excitement ebb while he held the full globes of her firm breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and texture, caressing them gently. Shelly moaned into her hand when the scout's wonderful tongue didn't return to her sex. His dilatory caresses of her breasts felt sublime, but she desperately wanted him to continue down below and communicated her need by pressing her hips into his face. Josh felt the pressure and knew what the excited girl wanted, but instead of continuing he lifted his head and kissed her lightly haired mound, then her thighs. Looking up the length of her body, over the moonlit mounds of her breasts, he caught her eyes and smiled reassuringly. One hand slid down over her slender belly, caressing her as it went down, over her hips, up her raised thighs. Resting the side of his head on her pubic mound, his hands slowly explored her body, from the dainty feet and slender calves, to her firm breasts, arms, shoulders, neck and face. Shelly's earlier sense of passionate urgency ebbed as he caressed her body, and was now replaced by a feeling of languid, sensuous pleasure. As his fingers slid down the inside of her arm, she felt as if she was feeling that limb for the first time... each part of her body, her legs and thighs, the small belly button, her neck... came alive as the scout's caresses continued. Finally, his hands left her body and he rose, sitting on his haunches, looking down at her body as he stripped off his shirt. As the scout undressed, she brought her hands to her breasts and kneaded the sensitive flesh, feeling the pleasure shoot through her body when she pulled on the long nipples. She watched with her heart in her throat as the scout rose to his feet and pulled off his pants. Her eyes were on the huge bulge in his long-johns and she gasped inwardly when he pulled out and stroked the long thick shaft. Her eyes stayed on his moon-lit organ as he knelt between her thighs once more. Josh lowered himself back between her thighs and brought his mouth back to her sex, gently kissing the puffy lips, then using his tongue to trace the soft flesh, tasting there the evidence of her passion. He slowly brought her once again to the edge of her climax, hands kneading her breasts and nipples while his tongue foraged in her quim, stopping once again as her hips arched against him in a mute appeal to continue. Shelly groaned into her hand as the scout stopped his dual assault on her sensitive nipples and over-heated sex and rose to his knees. She had never imagined that her body could feel as he did now, every nerve excited, her nipples throbbing, and the feeling of his tongue inside her was beyond belief. Josh reached forward and took one of her hands in his, bringing it back to his rock-hard cock. The wide-eyed girl closed her dainty fingers around the thick shaft and tentatively stroked him. The touch of her fingers thrilled him, and this time it was he who had to suppress a moan of pleasure. She lifted her head up, then propped herself on one elbow, her guileless face reflecting curiosity, wonder and excitement as her hand lightly played with his shaft. The dainty fingers played over the heart-shaped head, spreading his pre-come over the sensitive glans. Josh eased himself forward and covered her mouth with his, kissing her wetly and deeply, then lowered himself into position, her hand guiding his cock. They continued to kiss as she lowered herself back down to the grassy ground. Moaning into each others mouths, Josh eased the head of his cock into her hot, wet sex. Shelly's hand left his cock and both hands grabbed hold of his hips, pulling him toward her, wanting more than anything to feel his maleness inside her. Josh felt her tight passage stretch to accommodate his thick shaft as he eased three inches very slowly inside her. When the head of his cock came up against a barrier, he broke the kiss and looked into the girl's face. He hadn't known, before this moment, that he'd arrived in time to save her from being taken by the Indian brave. Lowering his head, he placed his lips next to her ear. "You are still a virgin, Shelly. We can stop..." In answer her hands pulled him desperately toward her. Josh raised his head and looked down into her face, seeing her passion and expectation. Setting her feet flat on the ground, she forced her hips up against him, moaning as his cock broke through her membrane. Josh covered her mouth with his, muting his own groan as the inner walls of her quim constricted tightly around his cock. He forced himself to concentrate lest his excitement build too fast. He was a little over half-way inside when he eased back out, angling his withdraw and the forward stroke that followed so his cock pressed over her clit, ending his thrust a little deeper than before. Back again, then forward, the tightness of her channel stopping him with still an inch or so to go. As he withdrew again he felt the trembling in her body intensify, and when he stroked forward, this time driving to the hilt in her tight sex, she climaxed. Shelly could not keep from crying out as her first orgasm raced through her young body, but with their mouths and tongues intertwined, only a muted moan escaped into the night. She felt his cock drive back and forth, filling her spasming sex, adding to the intense pleasure of the amazing orgasm. Josh fucked his cock back and forth in the churning tightness of the girl, knowing that he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. As his come-filled balls constricted in anticipation of his release, a thought entered his over-heated mind... that he should not come inside her. Pulling his mouth off hers, he gritted his teeth and fucked her through her orgasm, then reached down and pulled his cock from the vice-like quim and stroked himself through his climax, splashing her thighs and tummy with jet after jet of sticky come. Chapter Seven Josh woke the next morning at the first sign of dawn, the cloudless sky just beginning to show signs of a dim light. aol://5863:126 From rhettxxoo@aol.com Tue Jan 21 10:32:48 1997 Path: usenet73.supernews.com!news.good.net!news.good.net!news.dra.com!news.starnet.net!news.starnet.net!spool.mu.edu!howland.erols.net!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: rhettxxoo@aol.com (Rhettxxoo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: New Story: Adventures on the Oregon Trail, Book One [mf] 4/4 Date: 21 Jan 1997 15:32:48 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 180 Message-ID: <19970121153201.KAA14383@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Adventures on The Oregon Trail by Rhett Dreams (c. 1997) Chapter Eight (continued) Josh gave her a few minutes to recover before rolling her gently to one side of the bed and getting up onto his knees. Shelly scooted to the center of the bed and lifted her knees up and to the sides, presenting him with her wide open sex. Josh eased his body forward until the head of his cock popped inside. All three watched as he eased the entire length into her sex. Keeping his cock tightly sheathed in Shelly's quim, Josh lowered himself to his elbows and kissed the girl lightly. "You're so tight, Shelly," he said then kissed her again. "I love having my cock in your quim." When he kissed her again she returned it hungrily, arching her hips off the bed. He broke the kiss and said, "Oh, baby... you want to git fucked now?" "Oh---" she began, but he cut her off with another long wet kiss. "Huh, Shelly? You wanna git fucked?" Again he didn't let her answer, returning his lips to hers as soon as she stared to speak. He continued this for several minutes, keeping his cock stationary in her vice-like quim, and teasing her with his naughty words. Finally, Shelly used both hands to push his head back. "Fuck me, Josh!" she yelled. "Fuck my quim with your big hard cock!" Josh did as she asked, rocking his hips back and up, then driving his cock back to the hilt. He heard Shelly s moan but also a gasp from Deborah. "That want you want, baby?" he asked, thrusting his cock into her before she could answer. "Huh, Shelly?" he asked, fucking her again, hard and fast, jarring her with his forward thrust. This time he didn't stop until he had given the squirming girl a dozen quick hard strokes. He knew she was very close to another orgasm and by stopping his thrusts he was postponing her release. "Josh--" she cried, but he cut her off with a deep wet kiss, squeezing one firm breast as he did and pulling on the turgid nipple. When he broke the kiss he lifted himself up on two straight arms, and began fucking her with long steady strokes. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the fourteen year-old sister watching open-mouthed as Shelly rotated her hips sensually and pushed back against his thrusts. "Oh, yes, Josh," Shelly cried, "oh my God... fuck me hard... oh, my...oh, yes.... ahhh... I'm coming.... ahhhh... fuuuuck meeeeeee..." Deborah had seen her sister come when Josh had used his mouth on her, but this was something else! Her body was quaking from the obvious pleasure, and her face reflected the intensity of her orgasm. Deborah's own sex was tingling at the sight of Josh's long cock driving back and forth in her sister's glistening slit. She couldn't help but bring her hand under her dress and rub herself through her drawers. As Shelly's orgasm peaked, Deborah's fingers wormed through her drawers and plunged into her over-heated sex. Chapter Nine With his cock still buried in Shelly's juicy quim, Josh looked over to where the younger sister knelt, next to the bed, and saw that her hand was stuck up inside her drawers. The girl blushed red at the scout's gaze, and pulled her sticky fingers out. "Nothin' to be embarrassed about," he said. "Be easier, I reckon, if you took your drawers off." Josh eased his cock out of the older sister and rolled her gently onto her front, then lifted her hips off the bed. Shelly helped by planting her knees on the bed. The scout caressed and squeezed her round, firm ass cheeks and glanced over at the younger girl as she peeled off her drawers. Deborah then knelt once more next to the bed, her face flushed with an enticing mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Shelly," he said, stroking her ass, "is it okay that I take you this way?" "Yeah," she said. "It's okay." Holding his cock in one had while the other caressed her milky-white ass, he teased the girl by stroking his cock in small circles around her slippery quim. Glancing at the rapt but flushed face of the younger sister, he had an idea. "I want you to put me inside her, Deborah," he said. The girl gasped and lowered her eyes to the thick, glistening shaft in the scout s grip, then shifted her eyes toward her sister s head the end of the bed. Scooting down, she put her mouth near Shelly s ear. Can I put him in you? she whispered. Shelly turned her head and pushed her blond tresses out of the way. Smiling at her sister, she nodded. Deborah sighed audibly and crawled back toward the union of the two lovers. Her mouth became dry at the lewd sight of Shelly s raised ass and the slick rod cleaved between the white cheeks. She studiously avoided looking at the handsome scout as his hand came off his organ. She took his cock in her hand and eased it down until the head was poised at the maw of her sister s quim. Your fingers feel real nice on my cock, said Josh, keeping his rod just at the entrance. When the blushing girl started at his words and pulled her fingers off, he took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. Put my cock in Shelly s quim, he said, looking directly in the girl s eyes as he kissed her dainty fingers. I want to fuck your sister, Deborah. Her eyes stayed locked with his as he brought her hand back to his cock. She tore her eyes away from his when she felt his hand wrap hers around the shaft. Holding the slick rod firmly, she aimed the bulbous head at Shelly's slit. Push me into her, Deborah, the scout urged, patting himself on the rear to illustrate how. She blushed beat-red but obeyed, one hand holding onto his ass while the other held the cock poised at Shelly s quim. She pushed him forward and watched open-mouthed as his cock eased inside her channel until he was buried to the root. Oh God! muttered Shelly, feeling his cock more deeply than ever before. "Would it be all right if Deborah took off her dress?" Josh said this while looking directly at the younger sister, excited by the furious blush on the innocent girl's lovely face. Shelly looked back over her shoulder, first at her blushing sister, then at Josh. "You wanna fuck her too?" Shelly asked, her voice betraying the fact that the idea excited her. "Of course I do, Shelly," he said, stroking his cock back and forth in her sex. "A fella would have to be loco not to... heck, Deborah's a right pretty gal. But tonight, Shelly, you're my gal." Savoring the sight of his cock cleaving between the alabaster cheeks of the girl and deep into her body, he thought to himself how lucky he was. Just a few days ago, he was a virgin! Now he was thoroughly enjoying this fuck with the beautiful girl, and could look forward to many more over the coming weeks, with her, the widow Spencer... and maybe the equally pretty younger sister. Shelly was moaning into the bed each time he buried his cock in her tight, slick quim. Deborah has just finished removing her clothes and knelt next to the mattress, her arms crossed demurely over her chest. Josh caught her eye and smiled. "Come closer, Deb," he said, "and let me see your body." The blushing girl paused for a moment before crawling onto the mattress until her knees were only a few inches from her sister s thighs. Then she sat back on her heels, her eyes studiously avoiding the scout's face. Josh slowed his thrusts, wanting to prolong this bout. The sight of Deborah's small pert breasts and long swollen nipples caused his cock to throb even more than it already was. Taking one hand from Shelly's hip, he reached for the younger girl and felt her body tremble as his hand found her elbow and pulled her to him. She rose on her knees and looked beseechingly at the scout. "Kiss me, Deb," he said, stopping his thrusts into the older sister for the moment, bringing both hands to the task of bringing her face to his. As his lips covered hers he could tell that this was her first kiss. Taking his time, he kissed her soft126/alt.binaries.erotic.senior-citizens:26311iew of his thick rod as it moved back and forth. Josh kept his fingers in the younger girl's sex as he stroked his cock back and forth in the other's tight quim. He wasn't at all surprised that Deborah came first, wetting his fingers with her fluids. A few minutes later, Shelly cried out with her climax. The constricting action of her spasming quim caused his balls to tingle in preparation for his own release. "I'm gonna come soon," he warned, slapping his hips into the trembling girl's ass, fucking her through her orgasm until he couldn't hold back any longer. Pulling his cock free, he drove the slick rod into the younger girl's open mouth, stroking himself as her mouth closed around him. "Ohhhh," he moaned as his seed raced up the length of his cock and into the girl's sucking mouth. He watched the girl's eyes widen at the unexpected force of his blast. The game girl tried to swallow just as his second jet splashed against the back of her throat, causing her to gag and pull off the erupting shaft. Josh continued to pump his cock, sending several more thick jets of come onto Deborah s face and Shelly s ass until at last his balls were empty. To be continued in Book two.