All the next day the menfolk worked hard to get the wagons across the river on their home-made scow. First thing they had to do was run big ropes across the river, tied on one end to the front of the scow. Dunlap did the carrying of the ropes, swimming across the huge Missouri on the back of Maiden, his favorite of his big cream draft horses. She swam brave, hauling the ropes behind. Similar ropes were tied to the other side of the scow on our side of the river, and a few men climbed onto the scow together with a couple of oxen, and Dunlap tied his ropes to Maiden's harness and she pulled the scow on over to the other side. The men unloaded the oxen, what would be doing the heavier pulling, and other of the men hooked oxen up to the ropes on our side, which pulled the scow on back over. Dunlap rode it back to oversee the first of the wagons what would be hauled across.

It took some effort for the men on our side to get the first of the wagons up onto the scow, and then secured tight with ropes and blocks, but once it were in place, the oxen across the river hauled the raft and the wagon across, and the men on the other side hauled the wagon off. And so it was that the first of the wagons was on the western bank!

All day long the menfolk worked, hauling wagons across, and people, and livestock, and by the end of the day half the train were on the western bank and half on the east. We remained with those on the east, waiting for tomorrow to move across. As we sat to our evening meal, I told Dunlap of the things that Eliza had said. He laughed joyfully, and his eyes twinkled at the thought, and I knew that a man like him would like a girl of Eliza's age and stature almost as much, or even more, as he might like one of mine. But, he said, before he'd ask her hand and invite her to our family bed, nor allow her to touch him in such a manner as she'd professed she wanted, he must discuss the issue with her pa. I agreed that this was the appropriate thing for a man to do, even though it was with some reluctance that I agreed, as I wished greatly to have Eliza join us in our bed and to have my man take her flower and enjoy her as he wished, and I wasn't too sure what Flannery would have to say about it.

When bedtime came I told Little Crow that I wished she should have Dunlap to herself that night, an idea that pleased her plenty. But when I told her I was planning to sleep with Eliza in her sickbed, since it were so much more comfortable than our bedroll, she giggled and I'm sure she knew my reasoning wasn't altogether the complete story. And it's true, I must admit, that I found myself thinking that Eliza was as pretty as any girl I'd ever seen, even prettier than Jane I might go so far as to say, and I believe I was as smitten with her as I suspected Dunlap to be.

Eliza was happy to have me join her in her bed, and we lay close and talked in quiet whisperes so as to not disturb the sleeping children. We talked about the day's events, and about how scary it was to watch the menfolk work so hard as they pulled the wagons across the river, and how nice it would be tomorrow to have our feet on the solid ground of the rolling hills of the western bank. While we chatted we could see in the dim darkness that Little Crow had got up on her hands and knees and that Dunlap was behind her, pumping in and out of her sex. Nearer to us, just on the floor by Eliza's sickbed, were her pa and Jane on their bedroll, and soon as them two saw what Dunlap and Little Crow were up to, Jane were on her hands and knees as well with Flannery behind her.

"I never..." Eliza said to me as we lay on our sides, watching the couples making love, "...I never knew a man and a woman did it in this manner."

"Yes, Little Crow showed us first, it's better for her on account of her big belly."

"Have you and Mr. Dunlap done this way?" she asked in a quiet whisper as she watched the goings-on.

"Yes," I whispered back. I had my face right by hers, my mouth practically at her cheek.

"And did you like it?" she asked. I noticed her hand had slipped down between her legs and she was rubbing, although trying to be discrete about it.

"Oh it's wonderful," I whispered. "He gets so deep this way! I never thought a man could go so deep!"

"Deep?" Her fingers were rubbing with more enthusiasm now.

"Yes. You wouldn't believe how full you feels, when a man like Dunlap has his cock in you." I reached my hand over, to join hers between her legs, and she raised no objection.

"I think I'd like it," says she, "if he'd do me this way."

"I know he'd love it," I whispered. Her fingers and mine were joined now in pleasing her as I petted her wet slit and she circled around her button.

"Do you really think so?" she asked. "I'm just a girl. I got nothing to offer a man like Mr. Dunlap."

She was starting to breathe hard, almost as much as both the men as they made love to their women. And now I kisses her right on the cheek. "You have much to offer a man," I whisper. "You're beautiful as any woman I ever seen, and men like young'uns in their bed. Trust me, I know full well how much Dunlap likes young'uns!"

She turned her face to me, smiling. "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Very much," I says, and I kisses her right on the lips. I weren't sure whether I might get the scarlet fever myself from kissing her like this, she being only a handful of days past near death of it, but also I figure that if Little Crow were worried about this she would have told me so. Besides I must admit I wanted to kiss the girl so badly that I'm not sure the threat of death would have stopped me anyways.

"I think you're beautiful, too, Marilyn," she whispers, and we kissed again. She tasted like honey what was made from the purest wildflowers the Lord had ever wrought. Eliza the honey-girl, I thoughts to myself, the honeysuckle. I must ask Little Crow for the Ojibweh word for honeysuckle, because that should be Eliza's native name.

Our tongues met while we kissed, and my heart were beating hard, I was so excited! After I bit of kissing, I found I were having trouble holding back from wanting more. "Eliza," I whisperes to her, "Honeysuckle, I'd like to kiss you between your legs, if you'd be interested in that."

"Honeysuckle?" she says, looking at me through the darkness.

"You taste like honey, like the nectar of a honeysuckle, so that's what I calls you," I whispered.

"Oh!" She smiled so sweet. "You taste like a flower, too! Is that why Mr. Dunlap calls you Blossom?"

"Well, he gave me that name before he tasted me, but I think he knows a thing or two and maybe knew even then."

She nodded. "So... You want to kiss me... between my legs?"

"I do, Honeysuckle. I want to taste you down there."

Her face were bright red now and her body were shaking as she neared her climax from our fingers rubbing, and all she did was at this point was give me a little nod. I climbed down and pulled her bloomers off and nestled my face into her sex.

While I couldn't see much from wheres I was, given the dimness of the night, I could see that her pussy was the sweetest little thing you might ever dream it would be. She hadn't any hair at all down there, but she were very wet and letting off a beautiful fragrance like the honey of her kisses, and the wildflowers that help to make the honey, and the earth that helps to grow them, and as I licked I tasted her. Candy. Salty honey candy. When I tasted her, I fell right in love with Eliza's pussy that evening, and I knews it would be a love affair of a lifetime.

She were so close to her climax already that my tongue barely had a chance to enjoy her little button before she arched her back and let out a groan, and her legs took to shaking and she came.

I kissed and licked while the little girl shook, and kept at it while she slowly simmered down, and when I climbed back up from between her legs, she says,

"Might do the same for you, Marilyn?"

To which I says, "Yes, please!" And we both giggled. "But first," I followed this, "Can I ask you to kiss my breasts a bit?"

To which she says, "Yes, please!" And we both giggled some more.

I think I mentioned earlier that I thought I'd noticed my breasts been growing a bit of late, and I suppose I were a bit prideful of this fact and wished to show them off to the girl. They were feeling swollen and full, and my nipples were as tender as you could ever imagine, and when Eliza kissed me there I held her head to my bosom, wanting her to suckle. And she did! Oh how the stars danced before my eyes as sweet Eliza nursed upon my swelling breasts!

After a mintue or two, I says, "My pussy now, Eliza." I whispered it, all breathless.

And so next she were down between my legs, her soft little tongue lapping, and the stars began to explode.

About this time I noticed a stirring in the bedroll next to us, and Mr. Flannery stood and walked to where his daughter and me were making love. He was in his full nakedness. I supposed he'd finished with Jane at some point when me and Eliza were loving each other, but now his cock was half to hard again, and I must say it were looking quite pleasing to my eye, maybe not as thick as Dunlap's but at least as long and maybe longer.

"Marilyn," says he as he stands there by us with his cock twitching to fullness, "Jane tells me you might oblige me with the use of your mouth?"

"Yessir," I nodded, barely able to speak from the little tongue licking at my pussy. I turns my head towards his manhood and opened my mouth and he stepped up and slid his cockhead in.

I tasted Jane on him. The taste of Janey's beautiful pussy! Plus something new. He tasted different than Dunlap, and not quite as good in my opinion, but not objectionable at all. I lifted up my hand and used it to stroke him until he was as hard as you could imagine, and sucked on his head as best I knew how. It was soon that Eliza's sweet soft tongue brought me to climax, and I sucked her pa enthusiastically while my body shook. When I came down from my electric high, I slid off the bed to my knees to get a better angle on the man's cock, and Eliza slid off and joined me there as well, watching closely. I took her hand and lifted it to her daddy's cock, and showed her how to make a fist around it and how to rub, then she and I stroked him together while I sucked on his fat head in my mouth.

After a minute I pulled off of the man, to catch my breath, and that's when a wicked thought cross my mind. I can have a wicked thought every now and again! So holding his cock in my fist I turned it some, so that it were facing Eliza.

"You should try it now," I says.

She nodded, then leaned in and opened her mouth and took her daddy into her.

"Oh Eliza!" the man groaned, with such an enthusiasm that I knew right then that he had a strong craving for his daughter. Such a thing is wrong, no doubt, and unnatural, at least so I've heard it said, but right then it seemed just fine and I supect that Dunlap would have declared it a perfectly natural thing. Besides, I could hardly blame the father for craving the daughter; if I had a cock I'd want it in beautiful Eliza's mouth from dawn to dusk, and all the hours between! And in all her other parts as well!

"Oh my sweet baby girl!" Flannery moaned, and put his hands ontop her head.

By this point my sister had joined us, on her knees next to me, and so she and I stroked her husband's cock and pulled at his stones while he slid in and out his daughter's mouth. Jane's daughter's mouth, too, I suppose it's true! It weren't but a half a minute before the man unleashed his seed with a long and enthusiastic groan, and when he did, poor Eliza was unprepared and unexpecting and I saw her pretty blue eyes go wide as her mouth was suddenly filled with cum. She coughed and wheezed and pulled away, and he spurted several more times onto her face.

Jane and me together licked her clean afterwards, while her daddy stood above us watching, and we both kissed her, and kissed each other, all the three of us enjoying together the gift the man had given.

And so it was that Eliza's first taste of cum was not Dunlap's, nor even his son's, but was her own father's seed!





Our wagon were the last one to go across the scow the next day, already late in the afternoon by then. All the people and the livestock were across and they loaded Dunlap's wagon, the biggest one that there was, hauling it onto the raft and tying it down and blocking the wheels. We watched from the western bank as the oxen pulled it across, then helped untie it and roll it off and the whole wagon train were across save for Dunlap and Maiden. The two of them pulled the scow on back and hauled it up onto the bank where it might come in handy for another wagon train coming up behind, maybe even the one that we'd started with way back in Illinois. Then Maiden swam back across the river just as she had done the day before with her man atop her and we were all across.

By then it were too late in the day for it to be worth the effort to harness up the teams and move any further, and so we made an early camp and had another bonfire and feast on Flannery's stores that we needed to use up before we went much further on the journey. During the feast, Dunlap sat down next to Flannery and had a talk with him.

I wasn't at all sure how this conversation would go. I were certain that Flannery would be well-disposed towards the notion of his daughter as a desirable girl, despite her youthful age, but I was worried he might have taken a notion to keep her out of Dunlap's hands so that he could have her to hisself. It turned out that the conversation was not quite so hard as I had feared it might be, and by the time the two gentlemen were done with their talking, Little Crow and I knew that our husband had gained himself a third wife, in the form of a beautiful ten year old prairie girl.

Once that the feasting had come to an end, Eliza joined us in our marriage bed that night. In fact, most everyone was there--Dunlap and his three wives together with his two children, as well as Jane and Flannery. We were to all share in Eliza's deflowering. Only our children by Little Crow--Drummer and Song--slept through the evening in their own bedrolls away from us. Now, I understand that it might seem strange that such an event would be shared amongst us all, but for us it seemed so perfectly natural. We're a family and we share all of our most intimate things just like a husband and a wife, though in this case it were a husband and his wives and a host of other family members as well. This is what life in the Dunlap family were like! And we all loved it just this way.

Dunlap undressed the girl, until she was completely naked, rosey-cheeked and rosey-skinned were she, and he knelt before her and kissed her, little kisses on her sweet nose and her cheeks and her chin, and then wonderful kisses on her lips. Then he moved down and kissed her little nipples. They were flat against her chest and such a color of pink! Like little candies, they were, honey-flavored candies, and I knew he was as much in love with them as I. Then he laid her down onto her back on the bedroll and he smiles over at me and I knew what he wanted me to do, so I knelt before her and bent down between her legs and took to kissing that beautiful bald little pussy that my honeysuckle had down there. After a bit I sat up and Little Crow, seeming herself anxious to taste her new wife as well, knelt down herself and did her part to make sure Eliza was ready to take her man.

When Little Crow arose again, after a good while down between Eliza's legs, she had a big smile upon her face and I were smiling big as well.

"She taste like honey, don't she, Little Crow?" I asks her.

Little Crow nodded with her big smile. "Honey," she says.

"I calls her Honeysuckle!" I says.

The menfolk, Dunlap and her papa Flannery, both laughed a good hearty healthy happy laugh at this.

"Little Crow, what is the Ojibwe word for Honeysuckle?" I asked. "For that should be her Indian name!"

"Yes, it should!" Dunlap says.

But Little Crow didn't know what a honeysuckle was, and so could not tell us the Ojibwe word for it, and now was not the time for me to explain what I meant to her. So I resolves to find the plant in the wild one day to shows her what it is and her to tell us the Ojibwe word for it.

"It's my turn now," my dear sister Janey says. "I want to taste your honeysuckle nectar now, Eliza! Will you lets me?"

Eliza, her pale face now scarlet but with a different sort of fever than she had when we first met her, could only smile and nod, and Janey knelt down and kissed the child's wonderful pussy as well. Jane is such an expert at the act, as I well knows, that it was now that Eliza Honeysuckle began to climax. While she was still shaking from it, Jane moved away and let Jebediah have his taste, and then even little Lucy, the youngest of us, knelt herself and gave the sweet pussy a kiss.

Last of all before her new husband was her daddy, Flannery, who kissed and licked his daughter's virgin sex as she lay shaking and moaning while she climaxed again to her father's tongue.

And then Dunlap mounted his new wife, little ten year old Eliza Honeysuckle, and deflowered her. She cried when he entered her, though Dunlap was as gentle as he could possibly be with her, and Little Crow and I kissed her and wiped the tears from her cheeks and she smiled at us, as red in her face as you could imagine she might be. And now the girl knew what it meant to have a man inside her, and such a man! such a cock! Dunlap was kind and careful but rode her for ten minutes at least before he let go his seed inside her.





As the days, and nights, wore on after the crossing of the Missouri, Eliza proved to be as lustful as Dunlap's other wives, for her new husband, and for his son, but especially for her own father, whose cock she sucked as often as she could. And oh my did her daddy like that! I swear the man liked to fill his daughter's mouth with his cum almost as much as he liked doing the same to Jane's womb! And also, I am glad to tells, the girl had a lust for pussy. Eliza loved to have her own pussy kissed, by Dunlap and her daddy, and by the boy, but especially by us women and by little Lucy, and she loved even more to kiss ours in return. And so our days were filled with the long and difficult time spent moving our train slowly to the west, and soon we could see the distant smokey mountains of the Black Hills, which we knew to be the final destination of the Stevensons and of many other of the people on the train, for there was a gold rush happening in the Black Hills then and there were money to be made there, and lots of it indeed. And our nights were filled with lovemaking, all of us together, often in a big pile of naked bodies. Flannery were tickled that the boy Jebediah was so smitten with his new wife, and he encouraged Jane to let the boy fuck her bosom and her bottom, and I sensed that he'd be fine were she to let him in her pussy as well. But Jane herself was steadfast on that point. Only one cock would go in there, and that were Flannery's.

With each passing day the hills grew larger in our sight until after a fortnight we were upon them. We set camp to the north of them while Ol' Doc and others of the men rode into the town of Deadwood to find out about lodging. While they were gone, I asks my mama if she will be coming with us in Dunlap's wagon now. I were wondering with a bit of worry what Mama might think about alls we did at night in that wagon! Sure my mama, a good Christian lady such as she were, would not take too kindly to our ways.

But she tells me then, and Jane as well, that she's determined she'll be staying with the Stevensons now.

"It seems Mr. Stevenson has decided for once that Mr. Dunlap's right," she says.

"Right? About what?" Jane asks.

"Right about a man needing more than one wife," Mama answered, smiling and getting red in the face. Jane and me both went wide-eyed. "He's asked for my hand, and I've accepted."

"Mama!" we both shouted.

"And Amelia has been kindly about it, we are close friends. She hopes that I can bear him another child, which she has been unable to do."

"Oh, I hopes so too!" says I.

"But," says Mama, "don't you two be telling nobody about this."

"No?" I responded. "Why not?"

"Lots of folk won't understand," says Mama. "Sure you can tell Dunlap, but not any others. Lots of folk don't think a man ought to have more than one wife."

I guess I knew that to be true, but I hadn't thought much about it. It just seemed so right and natural for Dunlap to have me and Little Crow and Eliza as his wifes! Why would anyone object to such a thing?

Jane must have been feeling the same, I suppose. "I guess it ain't none of their business," she says.

"Right," says Mama, "and so we's best not trouble them with it at all."

"I suppose," I says, and Jane voiced her agreement as well, and I wondered if I shouldn't be a bit more careful around other peoples with regard to my new family as well.

And so it were that Mama left the train, and moved into a fine little home in the woods outside of the bustling town of Deadwood, where Ol' Doc was setting to begin a new practice in a city filled with thousands of peoples, lots of them with pockets full of gold dust. And so also went most of the rest of the train, so that our encampment now had just five wagons who were planning to set out on the remainder of the journey with us to the grand mountains even further west. Five wagons was a small number, and it concerned me, but Dunlap said that I weren't to worry about that none. He had some visiting to do with a person he knew, and then provisions to procure, and then we'd be on our way.





Deadwood were a rough place, with much gambling and public drunkenness, wild men and loose women everywhere. A true Western town, it were, and there was outlaws and other evil men, and Dunlap were worried for the safety of us ladies. He were especially worried for Little Crow and her children, for there were people around them parts what hate the Indian folk. I knew this to be true, of course, but sure nobody'd take objection to a woman as kind and good as she! Regardless, Dunlap insisted that Little Crow and her childen stay with the wagon, and keep herself well-armed, and that the rest of us ladies also go armed whenever we about the town and especially when we were out without a man to keep an eye over us. So Dunlap bought us each new pistols, mine was a fine-crafted little revolver that I admired much, and I carried that pistol under my dress the whole time, which made me feel a bit like an outlaw lady myself! He similarly procured some long rifles which he left with Little Crow back at the wagon whenever he were away from her.

Since we was only to be there for a few days, Jane and I spent nights at the Stevenson's new house, for to have a chance to say a long goodbye to Mama and get some decent rest in the indoors for a change. Eliza and Lucy joined us as well, although it broke my heart to not have Little Crow along as well but Ol' Doc and Dunlap felt it would be inviting trouble if she were to stay with us. So Dunlap stayed back at the wagon with Little Crow. This made me angry as all get out, but Mama said she felt the menfolk was right and wasn't being cruel but was being practical and was concerned for Little Crow's safety more than anything else. To which I supposed I had to agree, although my stubborn side would not admit it.

Now the Stevenson's new home was nestled in the prettiest woods I've ever seen, with big beautiful purple-gray cliffs all about it, and me and the other girls took to going for long walks among the trees, gathering wild berries to make pies in the evening. The most delicious pies you ever tasted! And the mountain air was so pure and beautifull, and all the big pine trees reaching up to the heavens, it was like a cathedral out there in the woods. But there were wild animals about, Ol' Doc reminded us, not to mention men what can't be trusted around such pretty young ladies, and so we need be cautious and he made sure me and Jane always carried our pistols with us during such walks.

As sure it was one day when we ladies was out for one of our walks in the woods, that I had a sense or perhaps you might calls it a premonition, at any rate I had a feeling that something were amiss out there in the woods that day. I felt under my dress to make sure that the pistol were there, and then I stopped the girls, giving them a signal to hush, and we stood in silence for a moment, listening. That's when I saws a movement in the brush ahead on the trail a ways.

"Who's there?" I said aloud. "Make yourself seen!" I done reach up my dress and pulled out the pistol.

There was quiet for a moment, a stillness that seemed unnatural, not even any birds making any noises now. But after a spell of us just standing there, and I was about to put the gun away and go about our berry-picking, when there were more movement in the bushes, and then a face emerged from within the brush, the face of a beast I ain't ever seen before.

She was a mountain cat, a lionness, huge and beautiful and terrible, and she padded out as silent as you could imagine, onto the path in front of us. She stood with her shoulders down and her huge front paws out, staring us down with wild frightening yellow-black eyes set deep in a beautiful bronze-colored face.

I stepped in front of the young'uns, ushering them behind me, and I stood stock still though inside I were shaking in fear at the sight of such an elegant and deadly creature, golden-brown fur and a big long tail sticking up, and a countenance that looked at once like both a kitten and a killer. For this creature, the mountain lion, has the reputation for stalking and killing humans such as we. And certain she were stalking us right then!

When she lowered down yet further onto her haunches, as if preparing to pounce upon us, I felt the little pistol in my hand would be near useless against an animal such as this. I prepared to tell the youngsters to run as fast as they could away, and to say my final prayers.

And yet at the same time, I remembered something. And so I spoke outloud, thus:

"I am bizhiw," I says to the mountain cat, speaking as clear as I possibly could. "I am a lioness myself, so named by the great Chief Red Wolf of the Ojiwe peoples back east from here. You now, beautiful creature, you leave us be."

The cat stayed on her haunches for a moment, staring right at me with her yellow eyes, but then she stood up and stretched, and turned and set to sharpening her claws upon a nearby tree. Then, grasping tightly to the tree, she climbed, up and up until she were in the lower branches. Then she looked down on us, her yellow eyes now seeming to me more friendly than fierce, and I took the girls' hands into mine and we passed the lion by.

"Thank you, lioness," I says to her as we walked under the limb she sat upon.

And thus was my first encounter with a mountain cat. The girls told all about what happened and many who had been on the train with us knew that me and the cat had a special connection brought upon us by the blessing of Chief Red Wolf and the Ojibwe peoples.


The next part of this story is at Wildflowers (part 9). Enjoy!

Comments

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steve 8/23/2016 Excellent series, thank you.
Swan 8/23/2016 Great chapter, I like how the women (including the young girls) are able to please each other to compensate for the relative shortage of menfolk. Looking forward to many more chapters.
Si 8/23/2016 O yeah, keep going. So looking to many more chapters. Just love the characters. Whilst waiting I'm going to read some more of your stories. Carry on writing, please xxx
Bud 8/24/2016 What a delightful story so far [I have read the first 8 chapters that have been posted], and I look forward to the rest of the story [as Paul Harvey used to say]. You have a great gift of writing.
Bob 8/24/2016 Great story, more chapters please.
db 8/27/2016 More good work Bro. I am always waiting for the next chapter. To finally read something that is good and not a quick fuck-fest, like a lot of other stories are.

I liked the fact of adding the puma, mountain lion, catamount and the names go on and on for that beautiful creature.

Great work Chris
Mary 4/4/2017 Exciting stuff.... please..can I have some more... lol

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