The wagon train retired early an hour or so before the sunset, most exhausted from the long day. The way I had arranged the wagons, the entrance to Colt’s was covered and hidden from view from all but my wagon’s vantage point. Annabelle and Edith were up at the springs washing up after supper and I caught Colt as he was about to retire into his wagon.
“I think your little friends from the forest could do with some attention,” I said letting my hand linger on his muscular forearm, “they have proven their worth and then some today.” Colt’s gaze sharpened on me and I saw his large cock throb gently in his pants, his smile was hungry and I smiled shyly up at him, “don’t get too tired now, Annabelle and Edith plan to spend the evening in your wagon with you.”
“You’re going to work me to the bone,” he said with a smile.
“It’s that bone I plan to put to work,” I said blushing at my own audacity.
“I want you,” he said with real heat in his voice, “I need you.”
“I will find you before dawn,” I said gazing up into his eyes and placing one hand on his powerful chest, holding him back from taking me right then and there, “Out behind the wagons, and give you the relief we both need,” it was all I could do to muster the strength to push the gorgeous young man away but I managed it, “Now, you have a job to do. Go make sure you keep our little life savers happy.”
His cheeks blushed at my words, but his eyes were all fire as they slid down my body, taking in my large heavy breasts, slim waist, and wide hips. Then a fierce grin came to his lips and he winked at me before ducking down into the large tent Mary and her younger sister had set up. Walking over to the wagon just behind Colt’s I found Molly and her husband.
“Where is Colt?” Albert asked, looking around in nervous excitement.
“He is visiting with Mary and Goldie,” I said and saw understanding blossom in both of their faces.
“The girls certainly have earned it,” Molly said, and I could detect the faintest hint of jealousy in her words. I had been waiting for this and smiled inwardly at the confirmation.
“Sisters…” Albert breathed his smile wide, “the man is a true Alpha indeed.”
“I wanted to ask you, Albert, if you would be willing to keep a lookout for them," I frowned and glanced around, “Our unconventional family may make some uncomfortable and I have no wish to offend.”
“I think more would be comfortable with the idea than you imagine,” Albert said, “but I would be willing to, happily.”
"Do you need me to keep a lookout as well?" Molly asked.
“No,” I said, “I have another task for you. If you are willing and it isn’t an issue for Albert.”
“What is it?” Molly asked eagerly.
“You see Mary and Goldie know little about the ways of men and women. Their only knowledge coming from watching the animals in the forest. They need a guide, someone to help and teach them.”
“Yes!” Albert said at once, then ducked his head when his wife glanced at him.
“I’ve never…” Molly said her pale cheeks flushed red, “You really want me?”
“From what I saw,” I said linking my arm in hers, “I couldn’t ask for a better teacher in how to please my boy.”
We got to the tent and I glanced at Molly, she smiled in nervous excitement, pressing her dress down against her bosom and with a final glance at her husband, who gave her a big thumbs up, she nodded to me. I winked at her and pulled the tent flap wide and we stepped into the dim interior.
“What you doing?" Goldie said in surprise sitting up and not bothering to cover her nude breasts. Colt sat back, his powerful body on full display and his turgid staff standing tall and proud. His face had a pained expression as Mary scrapped her teeth up the shaft of his cock, pulling her cute face off him. Her cheeks blushed and she glanced from Colt to her sister, covering her breasts with one hand.
“Oh no!” Said Molly softly, “You can never drag teeth up a man’s rod-like that girl, here let me show you." She dropped to her knees at Colt's other side. The young man glanced from me to Molly his smile beginning to form.
“Ma’am,” Mary said her eyes wide, fear and worry clouding her features.
“Molly has come to instruct you girls,” I said to Mary and Goldie’s blushing faces, “as you can see, she knows her business.”
Molly had taken Colt’s thick cockhead into her mouth, slipping her thick lips over the head and then coming up, letting her tongue play around the crown. I felt wetness seep down my legs, and I longed to sit astride my boy’s powerful thighs and ride him. The sight of his godlike body leaning back as the two sisters watched him be sucked off, awe, jealousy and lust on their faces, as he looked into my eyes moaning in pleasure, nearly made me cum right there.
I stayed for a short time and watched Molly instruct the sisters in the fine art of worshipping a man’s cock with your whole body. She slowly stripped off her clothes as well, leaving her sexy and pale, open to Colt’s stare. The sisters were alike in body, both with high firm small breasts and toned bodies. They were both slightly different in their lovemaking. Mary, shy and reserved outside the tent, showed very little hesitation or shyness once Molly had begun, and she saw the effects she had on Colt as her new skills were employed. They practically had to drag the girl's mouth off Colt, she was so in love with the task. Goldie sucked and licked Colt's massive rod with just as much enthusiasm, but the girl rubbed her soaked pussy on his shin and almost screamed out when he began to touch her. She wanted him inside her and was whimpering and begging until finally, Molly had the girl slip her thighs along his hips.
My own desire was a raging inferno within as I watched the three women learning and pleasing my handsome Colt. But I slipped out, just as Colt wrapped his big hands around the slender girls’ hips and pulled her virgin pussy slowly down his rod. Molly stifled the girls cries with kisses of her own, as Mary sat back, a finger playing with her clit, eyes wide as she witnessed her younger sister finally getting what she had so longed for.
I stepped out into the waning evening light to find Molly’s husband standing guard, his eyes bright as he listened to the shenanigans going on in the tent. The low moans of the girls and his wife just barely carrying to him. I gave him a small nod and he nodded back and smiled shyly. He was a good man if a bit strange. I found Helen and drew her aside letting her know my plan for the next couple of days. She agreed with me wholeheartedly and set off quickly informing the DeMille sister's mother.
Finally, I was able to rest, sitting down and enjoying a nice cup of tea as I watched Annabelle and Edith as they darned dressed and gossiped about the different couples with us. I listened to them, learning much. I saw Colt step free of the wagons and stride across to check on the animals and the rest of the settlers. Molly and her husband stepped out after him and headed to their wagon, the woman patting her hair back, cheeks flushed and walk a bit wobbly. She had a grin from ear to ear thought as she and Albert chatted to one another excitedly. Annabelle and Edith exchanged giggles when they saw the state of the woman.
“You girls should head to bed,” I said giving them a look.
“Yes Momma,” Annabelle said, her voice eager. The two of them leaped to their feet arm in arm, whispering excitedly to one another.
I found Helen over by the Stevens fire and motioned for her to walk with me. I saw Henry and Seamus sitting near a pair of men, chatting good-naturedly. I felt the regard of the women around the fire, stares of envy and hope that I didn’t fail to recognize. Helen had a big grin as she slipped her arm in mine, pressing herself to my side as I lead her off for a walk around the wagons.
"What have you learned about that clan?" I asked her once we were out of earshot.
“It seems you and I aren’t the only ones who lived a lie in the bedroom,” she said her voice eager to share the gossip, “I’m not certain yet but from the questions those women kept peppering me with, I think their menfolk have more in common with Seamus and your Henry then they
do with Albert.”
“Truly?” I asked glancing back at the clan.
“The matriarch has been holed up in their main wagon since we first started out," Helen said, "and the women are a tight-knit group of sisters and cousins.”
“Perhaps I should meet with her,” I said, “Let them know.”
I steered the two of us to Helen’s wagon which backed right up to Colt’s. None were close, nor could anyone see us or hear. I pulled the woman into a tight embrace and felt her lips crushed against mine. The feel of her in my arms, melting against my body sent a warmth through my chest. Her tongue found mine and for a time we enjoyed one another’s touch there in the dark, then we heard the tell-tale creak from the wagon behind us and both of us pulled back and grinned at one another.
We slipped out heads into the wagons thick covers and peeked into the now roomy interior. The slender form of eighteen-year-old Edith, her thin legs spread wide, and cute face thrown back in ecstasy as Colt sat up between her legs. His powerful hands gripped the slender girls’ hips and pulled her furry little pussy back into his thrusting hips.
“Oh! Oh god!” The girl panted with each thrust. Her small breasts jiggling and her small fists gripping the thick blankets covering the wagon floor. I felt Helen’s hand slip between my legs, just as I found her love button and began to tease her.
Annabelle slowly drew her top over her head and then unhooked her skirt. The girl was gorgeous, and her large firm breasts were capped in puffy pink nipples. They barely shook as she moved around, and Colt bit his lower lips in desire as she came into all of her nude glory. He pulled her close to him and her hands slid over his hard stomach and down between their thrusting bodies, touching her friend's sex.
"Oh, Anny… that's going to…. Oh!!!" Edith came with a convulsive shudder and Annabelle looked down on her friend with pleasure and joy. She leaned down and kissed the girl and I saw Colt's eyes widen as he reached up and took a firm hold of my daughters’ hip. He threw her leg over the other girls; their pussies lined up one above the other. Then pulled out of Edith and slid into Annabelle.
“Colt… that’s… uhh… uhhh… uhhhh!” The wet sounds of their lovemaking combined with Helen’s talented fingers had me reaching the peak of my pleasure soon. We left the girls with Colt on his back, Edith riding him hard and fast, the girl showing a side of herself I’d never seen in her. She was confident and free, taking her pleasure as she wanted from the handsome young man beneath her. While Annabelle sat on Colt’s face, kissing her friends’ smaller breasts in between gasps of pleasure.
Helen and I stumbled back from the wagon, each holding one another as we calmed down. With a final kiss, we said our goodnights. I found my bed and crawled into the thick blankets. I would miss Annabelle and her comforting warmth beside me, but the girl was having the night of her life and I fell asleep with a smile.
Chapter Four
I woke early and dressed, slipping free of the wagons and out into the woods just out from Colt’s wagon. I felt nervous and anxious until I heard the sound of a heavy boot strike dirt. Then he was striding out to me. His pale blue eyes intense, stride certain as he closed on my position. I stood and was about to speak but he was on me before I could. His strong hand pulling me into a tight embrace. His lips crushing mine as desire, love and lust tore through the two of us, like a storm unending.
Time was limited and we couldn’t very well roll around in the dirt and mud, but I had to have him inside me. My need was overwhelming, and I sensed it from him as well. Fumbling hands pulled my skirts up over my hips, even as I pushed his pants down below his knees, feeling that beast of a cock slap against my stomach as it sprang free. I spun around and shuddered in pleasure as I felt the fat head of his cock spread my wet lips. He pushed inside me slowly, my tightness stretching to accommodate his girth.
“This…” he hissed in my ear, “Is the greatest feeling… oh god… in the world,” he slowly worked in and out of me, my wetness coating his cock as he pulled back and thrust forward deeper and deeper.
“I love it,” I whispered, “I love it Colt,” my words sounding almost incoherent.
I reached back and slipped my fingers into his dark locks and pulled his lips to mine. His hands rose from my hips to my breasts, each taking up big handfuls of soft flesh, his strong fingers pressing through the thick fabric of my dress. His hips drove forward again and again and I felt the pleasure swell inside me. My hand clutched him tight, the other holding myself up on a tree trunk as I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out as the orgasm tore through me. Colt lost his rhythm and I felt hi, fill me with so much of his cum, that it leaked around his cock and down my thighs.
Panting we stood, coming back to ourselves. Our hands would leave each other’s bodies and he pulled me into a crushing hug. His body so hard and lean, cradling my soft curves as though it had been made for them. Feeling sated and loved I stepped back from the young man, smoothing down my dress. He stepped forward, hunger and desire in his eyes and it thrilled me to see how much he wanted me. I smiled as I held him off with one hand.
“You have a long day ahead of you Colt,” I said, “best save that strength for later.”
“I want you more than any of those other women,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in my body and face.
“And you will have me,” I said with a warm smile, “again and again, for the rest of our lives. But our plans are for a homestead where each woman is bred and loves the strongest and most capable man alive, where our children are given the best chance to thrive in this wild world. Have you changed your mind?”
"No," he said, marshaling himself and buckling his pants, "You're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said simply, “Wise, capable and brave… I never thought to be this lucky.”
“Luck,” I said, “is that we both feel the same way. Some of those women back there are in love with you, some are merely in lust, but all of them see your worth when held up against the men they’ve know their whole lives. You showed them who you are deep down when you fought for me when you stood up to Mr. Eaton, and in how you handle yourself around camp. I could no more keep you to myself, as keep all the water to myself. You are meant for more Colt.”
The young man stared into my eyes, his pale blue ones not daring to believe me.
“You must let go of that restraint,” I said reaching out and caressing his cheek, “let go of the illusion that your instincts are wrong, that your appetites will hurt those you love.”
“I have lived my whole life… constraining myself…” he said, his deep voice forming the words slowly, “because who I am goes against the grains of society,”
“We decide what society is out here,” I said.
He nodded and I could see a weight that had been growing on his shoulders was lifted. He stood straighter and the tension around his eyes eased.
“Now as to the others in our group,” I said linking my arm in his, “some still cling to the old ideas of how things are, but Helen and I have been working on that.”
As we walked back to the wagons, sounds of people waking and preparing the morning meal filling the area, I told him of my plan and how I imagined things would go. He had certain demands and I felt warmed as he grew into himself before my eyes, asserting himself and letting his alpha nature climb free.
We were on the trail in record time, the scouts out ahead. As we climbed higher and higher into the mountains the air grew thin and cold, but the scenery grew exponentially more beautiful as well. Distant vistas drew near, and their craggy snow-covered peaks looked as though they had stepped straight out of a painting.
The wind began to pick up in the afternoon and we stopped in a small dell that was low and protected. Far off in the east grey clouds were forming and we worried a storm was brewing out on the prairies. The scouts and Colt kept their hunting short and returned with a small brace of rabbits that they cleaned and shared around to all the cook fires. Colt taking several settlers out to teach them to shoot r
ifles, mostly younger women from the Steven’s clan. The rest of the womenfolk got stones heated in their fires and biscuit dough prepared, filling pans and setting them to cook overnight. Pots of rabbit stew, easy to reheat and store in case the storm hit hard, bubbled at every fire.
The wind picked up that evening and we all retired early. Annabelle had Becca one of the Demille sisters over to the wagon just before the rest of the wagons settled down for the night. The girl was nervous and excited, her forward behavior from before gone as she was confronted with the actual thing she had been hoping for.
“Evening Becca,” I said as I stopped by the girls, “I hope you’ve been enjoying the trip through the mountains.”
“Oh yes ma’am,” the young woman said respectfully, “my Ma’ was just talking today about how we have been making much better time under Master Colt than we was before.”
“And your sister?” I asked, “She is comfortable with the… arrangements?”
“Lucy can't wait, Ma'am," her cheeks blushing as she spoke, "wanted to come first tonight but Edith had to force her to wait her turn.”
“You girls enjoy yourselves,” I said, “and take care not to be too… boisterous.”
“Of course, Momma,” Annabelle said with an eye roll and a wink as she led Becca into the back of the wagon.
That evening the wind whipped and the rains began, a storm raging outside the wagons. I finally climbed out of bed before dawn exhausted from lack of sleep. The storm had kept me and most of the settlers up. We were packed and on the trail before the sun rose. A miserable lot of soaked travelers, shivering under raincoats as the icy water rained down. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped and near noon the rains turned into fat wet snowflakes that melted as soon as they hit the ground.
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