Maisie Jane lay straight as a board, her eyes closed.
Jake chuckled and he kissed that sweet mouth and then kissed her again and again until he finally felt her relax a tiny bit. He moved down her throat with light easy butterfly kisses stopping each time she stiffened and moving on slowly as she relaxed. He reached her breasts, small mounds with pert rosy rosettes’ with dark centered nipples. He fondled her breasts gently and lowered his mouth to one while his hand kneaded the other. He heard a soft “Oh!” from those cupid lips. He smiled and went back to feast on them again, and then returned again to her breasts devouring them until he felt her body give a shutter. He took one hand and moved downward to her womanhood and she went rigid and began to shake again. But, Jake wasn’t going to stop now, he wanted this, he needed this real bad. Maisie Jane was his wife, and he was going to have her. He pushed her legs slightly apart and stroked her, touching her, and stuck a finger up into her sweet warm womanhood. His cock was so hard, it was throbbing, hurting him, but this was Maisie Jane’s first time so he knew he had to be patient. He would have her, but he had to take time to be gentle. He started pumping his finger inside her gently and when she began to relax again, he pumped a little stronger and then he inserted two fingers and he pumped them inside her as his own cock swelled and ached. He rolled over on her propping himself on one elbow and one at a time, pushed her knees up and bent them slightly to the side. Then, he slid his cock down against her wet, warm pussy and he went rigid himself to keep from exploding. Maisie Jane was whimpering in fear, so he returned to her lips and moved slowly back down to her breasts all the while stroking up and back, up and back, up and back, against those luscious red lips between her legs. Maisie Jane shivered and he backed off onto his knees.
“This will hurt the first time. There’s nothing I can do to stop that. This is your gift to me Maisie Jane. You’re giving me your virtue and making me your man.” She whimpered again, and he guided his cock into her slowly. She stiffed, and tried to move away but he held her still and pushed in further a little further. He didn’t know if she could take his full length and girth the first time. He was a big man and stretched out a full nine inches when fully aroused. She was so tiny, so tight, but she felt so good and he couldn’t stop himself. This was his to take. And, he did, pushing into that tight little piece of heaven inch-by-inch and when he knew he was going to lose it he thrust in forcing her to take his full length. Maisie Jane gave a muffled scream, and a gurgling sound came from her throat and she sobbed. Jake knew he’d broken her, the pain wouldn’t get worst and he needed and wanted this so bad he wasn’t going to stop. He thrust again, rocked back and thrust again and again. He was already so worked up it take long before he released his seed and he collapsed from the sheer volume of it.
Jake was breathing hard, but gave a sigh of relief because it felt so good. Then he realized that Maisie Jane was crying. He shifted slightly, withdrew himself and moved up to kiss her and wipe the tears from her face. “It’s all right, little darling. It will never hurt that bad again, I promise.” He pulled her shaking body to him and curled around her petting and kissing her.
Maisie Jane woke up beside Jake. She was naked and he was naked. She’d been embarrassed by her nakedness but Jake seemed to think it was acceptable and he’d said there would be nothing between them. She hurt a little bit inside, and was a little stiff, but as she looked at Jake, she knew he’d been trying not to hurt her. She’d wondered what it would be like to be with a man, and now she knew.
Jake opened his eyes to a beautiful sight, Maisie Jane, of the cupid lips and the big green eyes, lying beside him. He sat up and lit an oil lamp. “How do you feel?”
Maisie Jane blushed and ducked her head. “Alright I guess. How do you feel?”
Jake laughed. “I wasn’t the virgin in this bed, and it doesn’t hurt men the first time.”
Maisie Jane lowered her eyes. “That doesn’t sound fair.”
Jake laughed again and rolled out of bed and headed for the water closet. She heard him empty himself. When, he walked out of the bathroom, his thing was standing straight out in front of him. He was carrying a wet cloth and he sat down on the bed beside her and gently wiped between her legs where she’d bleed.
Maisie Jane closed her eyes and pulled a pillow over her face, but Jake just tugged it away with a grin. “It’s all right, little darling. This is the way it’s meant to be.” He took her hand and rubbed it against his full length and it seemed to grow and get bigger. Maisie Jane jerked her hand away but he pulled it back to rest on the head. “This is what loving a man, taking a man as your husband is all about.”
Jake tossed the cloth aside and bent down to kiss her. He kissed her and teased her until she kissed him back a little and then he trailed the kisses downward as he’d done before. He followed the same pattern as before and Maisie Jane only stiffened up on him a couple of times. When he parted her legs she froze and tried to squirm away but he would have none of that and gently nudged them apart again. He lowered himself and slid part of the way into her. She was so tight, so he rocked and pushed, rocked and pushed until he was totally extended into her. Jake took her a second time, and then a third. An hour later he took her again.
Jake sat up in bed, lit a cigar and inhaled feeling pure satisfaction. His cock was limp for the first time in a week. He looked over at Maisie Jane Maddox, yeah, Maddox. His little wife. She was sleeping. Poor little thing; he’d probably worn her out. He liked looking at that sweet face. Her hair was all mussed, her lips slightly swollen, her small breasts slightly pink. Lord a mercy, he felt good. Maisie Jane had a lot to learn but that’d been the best loving he’d had in years. He’d married her out of necessity, but now he was thinking being Miss Maisie Jane’s husband wouldn’t be such a bad thing at all.
Chapter 5
Maisie Jane sat on the edge of the bed gently brushing her hair. She was so tender she could barely sit. She was a woman now. How had Jake put it? Fully wedded, and bedded. The previous night had been so embarrassing, and everything had been so frightening. She hadn’t hated what he’d done to her, except the first time when it hurt so badly, but she wasn’t sure she liked it either. After the first time, she thought that was it, it was over, but it wasn’t. Jake had done it to her four times over the night and he’d done it to her two times this morning before he left to go to work. When he left the bed, he’d kissed her, fondled and kissed both of her breasts and rubbed his hand between her legs while kissing her again.
“Later, little darling,” Jake said with a gleam in his eye and strut in his walk.
There was a light knock on the door and she heard Maria call out her name.
“Come in.”
Maria carried a tray into the room and slid it onto a table. “I thought you might want some breakfast,” the woman said with a smile.
“Thank you,” Maisie Jane and she moved over to sit in a chair.
“Are you all right, Miss?” Maria asked and when Maisie Jane nodded, she turned to leave.
“Maria, could I ask you something?”
“Si,” the woman said looking concerned.
“Maria, I didn’t have Momma, she died before I was old enough to remember anything about her. My Grandmother was around, but she was older, and she didn’t tell me things I should probably have been told by a mother.”
Maria sat down and took the young woman’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Is it something about Mr. Jake, Miss? He is your husband, he did marry you didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Maisie Jane said nodding. “Jake is my husband, but… we were just married when I fell and hurt my head.”
“Did he strike you, Miss,” the older woman asked sharply.
“No,” Maisie Jane exclaimed, shook her head and regretted it. She put a hand to back of her head and rubbed the lump. “My getting hurt was all my fault.”
“What it is then, little chick? You can ask me anything. I will not tell your husband. We will speak woman to woman.”
“Thank you,” Maisie Jane said chewing on her lower lip. “As I said we had just got married when I fell. Last night, was the first night that we…”
“Oh,” Maria said and ‘tisked’ knowingly. “You need a hot bath. That will make you feel better.”
“That would be lovely,” Maisie Jane agreed blushing. “But, what I wanted to ask was… is it… is it proper to do it over and over when you’re married?”
Maria smiled. “Oh, my sweet little chick. Yes, it is, as you say, proper. The first time can be very painful but it gets easier and easier.”
“But, he wanted to do it… so much,” Maisie Jane whispered confused. “Why?”
Maria laughed. “Because he is a man, little chick. Men, have needs. It is the way of men. That is what God intended. It should make you proud that your man desires you so much.”
“But, shouldn’t he love me, first?” Maisie Jane asked.
Maria patted her hand. “Men desire first, and if the flame stays alive, it will turn to love. It is you that must make him desire you, lust for you, love you. God gave men strength, and needs and lust, but he gave women the lips and breasts and what is between our legs and that is our power. With what God, gave us, we can drop a man to his knees. A man needs a woman, but his woman must meet those needs so he comes back for more. You will learn little chick, every woman does. Do you love him?”
Maisie Jane’s teeth went down on her lower lip. “I don’t know. Our marriage was one of unusual circumstances.”
Maria put an arm around the girl and gave her a squeeze. “In my country, women rarely chose a husband. A man sees a girl he likes, he desires and he goes to her father and asks for her hand in marriage. Her father makes the decision. My marriage was so. My husband took me in desire and taught me to love him. I, in turn, made him desire me until that desire turned to lust and then love. It will work out for you, little chick.”
* * * * *
When Jake finished work, he went to the house to find Maisie Jane setting a table and looking fresh and rosy cheeked.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Maria has been showing me how to cook today. Well, she tried,” Maisie Jane said with a smile but then she frowned. “The biscuits didn’t turn out very well.”
“Practice, my chick, practice,” Maria said coming in and sliding a platter onto the table, with a good sized roast beef, surrounded by potatoes and carrots. “Your little chick is feeling better and I thought she needed feeding up.”
“Are you feeling better?” Jake asked.
Maisie Jane nodded. “I didn’t much of a headache today, and the lump has gone down. Maria made me take a nap and after that the little headache went away. I’ve been trying to help her cook since.”
“I will leave you now,” Maria said pulling off her apron. “Good night, Mr. Jake. Good night, little chick.”
“Thank you,” Jake said absently but he couldn’t take his eyes off Maisie Jane.
“What did you do to your hair?” he asked.
“Oh,” Maisie Jane hand went to her hair. “I seem have lost a valise, and it was the one that had my curling irons in it.”
“Curling irons?”
Maisie Jane smiled at his ignorance. “Round metal rods. We stick them into the fire to get them hot and then we wrap our hair around them to make curls. I washed my hair and I couldn’t find my irons so I could not do my hair. This is the way my hair is naturally.”
Jake walked over to her and twirled a finger around a strand of hair that fell to her shoulders in soft natural curls. “I’m glad you couldn’t find those irons. I like this a lot.” He looked down at his fingers and snatched them back. “I’m filthy, not fit to touch you. I’ll go get cleaned up.”
“Your dinner will get cold,” Maisie Jane warned.
“It will keep,” Jake said his eyes never leaving her face. “Why don’t you come upstairs with me.”
Maisie Jane swallowed. She knew what he wanted, and she felt very grown up and womanly because she did know. She nodded.
Several hours later, they sat at the table, eating cold roast beef, vegetables and hard barely eatable biscuits.
“Do you think you’re well enough to travel again?” Jake asked.
Maisie Jane looked around the comfortable house but she nodded.
“Good, the more distance we can put between us and the judge, the better I like it,” he said. “I’ll work in the morning and tell the foreman we’re leaving. You get your stuff packed up and we’ll leave by noon. That’ll give us a few good hours of daylight.”
By midday, the wagon was already loaded, but Jake left the featherbed spread out over a new bed of hay, in case Maisie Jane started feeling poorly again. She might need a place to catch a few hours of sleep or rest. His appetite for his wife was growing stronger and she was becoming more pliable under his guidance. They’d cleaned up the dishes the night before, and gone straight to bed. Before the sun had gone down they’d made love several more times. They’d both lost some sleep because he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her or control his raging, enlarged cock. With several weeks of traveling ahead of them, he’d have to rig up some kind of shelter for them at night. As pliable, and sweet as Maisie Jane had become he didn’t think she’d be up to lying under the stars naked.
* * * * *
Sweet? Jake jerked the reins roughly guiding the horses off the main trail and into a rock formation. It wasn’t exactly a cave but several rocks the height of storefronts leaned against each other and provided a shelter from sun, snow and hopefully rain. He’d used this place as a shelter several times before. It had been raining for two days. It hardly ever rained in the desert, but damn if it wasn’t raining a gully washer. It was a miserable rain, heavy for a while and then backing off to drizzle and then coming back with a vengeance accompanied with thunder and lightning and high winds. Jake had rigged a piece of canvas over the seat of the wagon but since they were driving into the wind, it didn’t do much good. They’d been wet for two days now. Their clothes were wet, their food was wet, and their bedding was wet. They’d tried to dry off the night before, but no sooner had they accomplished it than a high wind squall had hit, putting out the fire and drenching them again. They’d been in low desert yesterday with nothing but sand and gravel, not a tree in sight, and nowhere to take shelter. With no other choice, they had crawled under the wagon. When he’d reached for Maisie Jane the look she gave him about froze him dead. He reckoned she wasn’t in the mood.
Today hadn’t been any better, the roads were washing out and they hadn’t been able to find a shelter. Maisie Jane had complained about the rain, the wind, and the rough roads. She refused to eat the damp food and bitterly hated having to walk through sandy mud to relieve herself. She was snapping at him over a whole bunch of stuff that he had no control over. It was enough to make a man bitchy himself.
Jake unhitched the horses and led them inside the cavern like shelter, took some wet hay from the wagon bed to feed them, and dried them off the best he could. The horses weren’t fairing any better in this weather than they were but at least they’d be dry for the night.
Maisie dragged in one of her small trunks, and a valise into the cavern and sat down on the trunk.
Jake went back out and brought most of the supplies in along with his saddle and saddlebags. Then, he went back out and scrabbled around, picking up roots and dead scrub cacti’s and dragged them in, creating a pile of fuel for a fire. When he thought the pile was large enough to get them through the night, he built a small fire. It was smoky because everything he was throwing in it was wet, but it was heat and it would help dry them out. Maisie had quit talking to him. She scooted over closer to fire holding her hands out to it. Jake went back out in the rain, and broke off some sticks where he could find them and dragged them inside.
Jake took his shirt off, drove a stick into the sand and hung his shirt on it. Then, he pulled off his boots and socks and hung them on sticks near the fire too. Maisie was watching
him. She removed her skirt, three petticoats and blouse and hung them on sticks herself. She removed her stockings and shoes too. That left her wearing a camisole and those long ruffled bloomers she called pantaloons. He liked the way they looked. Everything about her looked mighty fine to Jake, except that she was ignoring him.
“Maisie Jane, ain’t no reason to blame me for the rain,” Jake said giving her a stern look.
She gave a flounce, and went back over and sat down on the trunk again.
Jake shook his head and poked up the fire. They were both hungry, maybe she’d feel better after getting something in her stomach. He fried up the last three eggs that Maria had sent off with them and slid half of them off onto a plate for Maisie Jane with the last of the biscuits too. They shared the meal, but Maisie Jane didn’t get any friendlier. Well, fine, if she was going to ignore him, he could do the same. He pulled out his gun cleaning kit and went to work. His rifle and both of his sidepiece revolvers were wet and needed to be cleaned and oiled.
Jake cleaned the revolvers first and noticed that Maisie Jane was watching him. “It takes a large hand and strength to handle a hand gun. These revolvers are serious weapons. They are not for women. Don’t mess with them.”
Maisie Jane did her little flounce again and turned her back to him. Then she opened up her little trunk and pulled out a small book to read.
Jake had set the revolvers aside when he was finished with them and was working on his rifle when he looked over and his body gave an involuntary jolt. Maisie Jane had his Walker Colt 6-shot, turning it in her hands and looking at it intently. Unfortunately for him, it was fully loaded and the barrel was pointed in his direction.
“Maisie Jane, you planning on shooting me?”
She looked up with a puzzled expression at his question. “Of course not. I just wanted to look at it. I didn’t look at it before. I just tried to shoot it.”
Jake got up slowly, trying to move out of direct firing range and took the fully loaded weapon out of her hands and put it away in his saddle bag. “I do not want you touching my guns again, Maisie Jane, ever. They’re dangerous. I may show you how to use a rifle at some point for your protection, but there’s no reason at all for you to touch the revolvers. Don’t do it again.”
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