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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 
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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!!"



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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 
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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

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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.