Maisie Jane swallowed. “Jake, it’s what happened last night. My whole insides were twisting and turning and I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
Jake let out breath and gave a sigh and he hugged her tight. “You don’t need to see a doctor. What was happening to you is what’s supposed to happen. Last night, when your insides was all twisting and turning, how did that make you feel?”
Maisie Jane blushed. “It was scary but…”
“But?” Jake repeated.
“I liked it,” Maisie Jane whispered. “And, that makes me a very bad woman!”
“No, honey, enjoying having your husband does not make you a bad woman.”
Maisie Jane’s head was shaking. “Yes, it does. Good women are supposed to endure it, not like it.”
Jake growled and laid his chin down on the top of her head, “Maisie Jane who filled your head with such foolishness?”
“It’s not foolishness, Jake. I heard Mrs. Lattimore say it was so, and she’s the wife of a minister. I heard Mrs. Lattimore tell her daughter Clarisse that she should prepare herself to be shocked and disgusted on her wedding night. That her husband was going to do awful, disgusting things to her but that she must shut her eyes and endure it. Clarisse said that her beau had already kissed her and that she liked it. Mrs. Lattimore slapped her and said she didn’t raise her daughter to be nasty and disgraceful and she was deeply disappointed in her behavior. Mrs. Lattimore told Clarisse to hold her legs together and act like a proper woman should, and not be a wanton woman. I didn’t know what the word wanton meant so I asked my Grandmother Louise and she said I should never, ever say that word again because it meant a very bad woman—a woman who would burn in the fires of Hell.”
Jake sat down on a rock and pulled Maisie Jane into his lap gently knowing she was still tender. “Sweetheart, that so-called ‘proper’ upbringing of yours is a bit off to my way of thinking. Maybe, if you’d had momma, she would have told you about what to expect but you didn’t, so you missed out on part of the teaching a momma is supposed to give her daughter. If your friend Clarisse followed her mother’s advice, she might be married she wouldn’t be acting like wife should act. A wife who acts like that has a husband who’ll be looking for loving somewhere else. I want you to forget all that twaddle. You are not a wanton woman because you like what we’re doing. And, by the way, I don’t want to hear that word coming out of your pretty little mouth again.”
“Darling, in the marriage bed, whatever goes on between a man and woman is stays between them. I’m teaching you the best way I know how, Maisie Jane and you’re making me a very happy man. If I make you happy in the same way, there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with a man wanting to be with his wife. And, there’s nothing wrong with a woman wanting to be with her husband. It’s supposed to be that way. Two people wanting, two people doing. Honey, a man’s sex parts are on the outside. You’ve seen how I swell up. That’s my cock wanting to be inside you because it feels so good to be inside you. When I can’t take that feeling anymore my cock puts my seed into you. That’s what plants a baby inside you. A woman’s sex parts are mostly on the inside so she feels it on the inside. There’s nothing wrong about either of us enjoying that feeling. What happened to you last night is called an orgasm and it should make you feel good. And, that’s another word you shouldn’t say.”
“So I’m not being bad because I liked it,” Maisie whispered.
“No, you’re not bad,” Jake said kissing her. “It’s all right. It must have scared you, but it’s your little girl body turning into a grown woman’s body. If you get scared about something we’re doing all you have do is ask me what’s happening or what’s going to happen.”
“Jake,” Maisie Jane said and then nothing more.
“What?”
“All day today, when I looked you, I was feeling all squiggly and I was thumping inside. I wanted to have those feelings again. Like the ones I had last night.”
Jake swept her up in his arms, his eyes darkening and intense. “I thought you might need a little rest today, I know I did, but I think we’ve rested enough. And, darling, anytime you feel that squiggly-thumping you just tell me, and I’ll be more than happy to take care of that little problem.
Chapter 8
The horses were hitched, the wagon was loaded, and the sun was cresting over the horizon. It was time to go.
The last of Maisie Jane he’d seen was of her going behind a rock to get dressed. Danged if it wasn’t the strangest thing how women needed privacy to get dressed. There wasn’t a single inch of Maisie Jane that he hadn’t seen, touched or been in intimate contact with, but she still run off to hide from him if she had to pee or wanted to change clothes.
Maisie Jane came out from behind the rock, and he saw that she had different blouse and skirt on, and even a different pair of shoes. She was dangling a bonnet by the ribbons.
He took the bonnet from her fingers and put it on her head, tying the ribbons under her chin and then giving her a kiss. He gave her a boost up to the wagon seat and went around to the other side and climbed up. Maisie was trying to sit but she was squirming. He leaned over the seat and pulled out a flour sack stuffed with hay and handed it to her.
She gave him that look of puzzlement that he found so sweet. “It’s for your sore sit down. It might help.”
Maisie Jane leaned forward and put the makeshift pillow on the bench and sat down gingerly again, nodded and gave him a weak smile.
By midday it obvious that Maisie Jane couldn’t get comfortable. Every bump, every bounce, she bit down on her lower lip and sometimes whimpered. Jake was beginning to feel a tinge of regret for his heavy hand. But he knew he’d done what needed to be done, so he stiffened up his spine and determined he wasn’t going to feel guilty. A little after midday he pulled off the main trail, under some scrappy cottonwood trees that some idiot farmer must have planted not realizing cottonwood trees needed too much water to grow in the desert.
They ate crackers and a warmed up a can of beans over a small fire and Jake dug out a coffee pot and made just enough for both of them to have a cup. They stretched their legs and bit and then it was time to get back on the road.
They went back to the wagon and Jake stowed their gear, he turned to give Maisie Jane a boost up and saw tears of dismay in her eyes. He realized that she was dreading having to sit down.
“You’re tired and you need some rest. I want you to lie down in the back on that feather mattress.”
“I’ll be all right, Jake.”
Jake shook his head at her pitiful attempt of bravery and took her chin in his hand and tilted it up and kissed those full lips. “Maisie Jane, I don’t want no hear any sass from you. You know what happened the last time you sassed me. Now climb on back there and lie down. Do as you’re told.”
Maisie Jane gave a sigh. But, when he lifted her up and into the bed of wagon she didn’t protest. She lay down on the feather mattress on her stomach with her arms folded under her head and cushioning her face. Jake leaned over and covered her lightly with a piece of canvas to shield her from the worst of the sun, and then climbed back onto the wagon. A few minutes later he looked over his shoulder and smiled. His sweet wife was sleeping like a baby.
Maisie Jane slept on through the afternoon and into evening, and Jake thought it best to keep moving. The sun went down and a full moon rose, so he continued until he finally veered off the road and followed a barely visible path. There was an abandoned cabin about a mile off the main road. If no one had claimed it they could use it as a shelter for the night. The last time he’d stayed in it, there’d been no windows left unbroken but it had door and privy out back. When he got to the cabin, he lit a lantern and checked it inside, making sure no unwanted critters, human or animal had taken up residence. There was an old rope bedstead still there, but he noticed a table and an old stove was missing. Scavengers must have carted them off to use or sell. He put the lantern down on a ledge and went back
outside. He unhitched the horses, and took them around to the backside of the cabin and tethered them in a falling down lean-to, gave them a good rubdown.
Going back to the wagon, he shook his head slightly but there was a hint of smile on his face. Maisie Jane was still sleeping sound. He nudged her over until she was in the hay and not on the feather mattress and he carried that inside the cabin and dumped it onto the rope bed. It was smaller than the bed, but that didn’t matter. Then he went back out and as gently as possible picked her up and carried her inside and laid her down on the bed. He brought in his saddlebags and his rifle, a jug of water and a blanket, figuring that’s all they’d need before morning. Maisie Jane hadn’t stirred and she didn’t until he began undressing her.
“Jake, she mumbled as he unbuttoned her shoes, and piece by piece took her down to her bloomers and camisole.
“Shush now and go back to sleep,” Jake said as he stripped off his clothes and lay down beside her.
She snuggled into him. “So, tired,” Maisie Jane whispered huskily.
“I know,” Jake mumbled as he pulled her up against him to spoon and he shut his tired eyes too.
When Maisie Jane finally opened her eyes, she just lay still. She didn’t feel tired and that felt really good. She wiggled a little and realized her bottom was still tender, but not nearly as bad as the day before. Jake was snoring lightly behind her, one hand around her waist and the other tucked under his head. She wiggled free and sat up slowly.
Jake opened his eyes as soon as she moved from his grasp and sat up suddenly. “Lord, the sun’s up, what time is it?” He rolled off the bed and looked out the window. It must be 7:00 o’clock, Maisie Jane. We’ve lost a lot of daylight.”
“Where are we?” Maisie Jane asked looking around the shack.
Jake was reaching for his trousers. “An abandoned cabin. It’s been empty for a while, but it makes for good shelter. Well’s dry, but there’s a privy out back.”
“Good,” Maisie Jane said heading for the door in her bare feet.
“Stop right there, gal,” Jake ordered and he picked up his rifle. “Get your shoes on.”
Maisie Jane was bouncing. “I don’t have time, I have to go, really bad.”
Jake pulled on his boots and stepped out visually searching the surrounding area. “Come here,” he said and bent down and boosted her up and over his shoulder.
Maisie Jane giggled as she dangled over his shoulder.
“Hush up,” Jake ordered but he was grinning. “Out in this part of the country, you don’t go outside without shoes. There are snakes, scorpions, lizards, fire ants and more than can hurt you bad.” As he was talking he was heading for the old leaning privy. He opened the door and checked it for snakes and critters and then set her down. “Even though I’ve checked, keep your eyes open and don’t shut the door.”
“Jake! I need some privacy!” Maisie Jane pouted.
“Fine, I’ll turn my back, but do as I say. You can’t go running around in the desert with no shoes on.”
“Go away!” Maisie Jane yelled firmly.
Jake backed off a bit but he was watching the ground closely. It hadn’t been that long ago that he’d stirred up a nest of rattlers and lost a horse.
“Okay, I’m done,” Maisie Jane said from the doorway.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her back to the cabin. He set Maisie down on the floor of the cabin and looked around the room. “We got to get going.”
“I have to clean up first,” Maisie said.
“Use the water sparingly, it’ll be another day before we get to the Little Humboldt River and a half more before we get to Brett’s place in Elco. I’ll see to the horses and bring in your valise.”
Maisie Jane washed up as best she could and when she finished sat on the bed and waited for Jake to bring in her valise. She thought of going out to get it but she didn’t want to have to put on her shoes and then have to take them off again. There were too many buttons to hook. She knew she could just run out and get her valise but if Jake caught her not paying heed to his warnings he might get mad. She didn’t want that either so she just waited impatiently.
When Jake did appear in the doorway, his arms were full. He set down her valise, and a sack of tins. “We’ll be eating tinned goods today, Maisie Jane.”
He turned and looked at her sitting so pretty on the bed and he smiled.
“What are we having for breakfast?”
Jake moved over and pulled Maisie Jane to her feet. He pulled the camisole up and over and dropped her bloomers, and backed her onto the bed. “I’m having you.”
Maisie Jane giggled and when he kissed her, she kissed him back. Jake kicked off his boots and then his trousers and shirt. It was time for some serious loving. He started with those sweet lips and then moved down and devoured those palm-sized breasts. He moved down to her stomach and then parted her legs and parted them further. Maisie Jane froze up bit, but he knew he was taking her into new pleasures so he was gentle. “It’s all right; you’ll like this.”
He lifted one leg over his shoulder and then the other spreading her open to him and gathered up the blanket and pushed it up under her fanny. Then, he buried his mouth into her womanhood, using his tongue, his teeth and his some of his fingers. He suckled and stroked and it wasn’t long before Maisie Jane was squirming and jerking. He put his tongue on that little nubbin and teased it and curled his tongue around it and then flat out fucked it with his tongue. She was bucking now, so he began to suck on it, never letting it go. She twisted and squirmed almost like she wanted to get away from that delicious pleasure but he wasn’t going to let up. He sucked harder and finally her sweet little body gave a heave, her little flat belly extended out in a spasm, her legs quivered and she gave a moan. Her body gave a jerk and her head and shoulders came right up off the mattress. Then, she laid panting and quivering.
Jake dove in again, and Maisie Jane tried to pull away but he wasn’t finished. He sucked in her sweet nectar, using his tongue until she started squirming again. Then, he went back to work on that little nubbin, nipping and sucking and not a minute later another spasm shook her body. He dove in again, and again. When that little nubbin wouldn’t respond again, Jake wiped his mouth and went back to the top of the bed and lay beside his wife. He kissed her, and stroked her and suckled her breasts working his way back down again using his hand this time stroking and then inserting two fingers.
Maisie Jane moaned. “I can’t take any more Jake.”
“There always more,” Jake promised and spread her legs again this time for his pleasure. “Put your legs up around my waist Maisie Jane.”
Maisie Jane complied feeling like she’d might explode if he didn’t stop, but at the same time wanting more of him.
Jake doubted that Maisie Jane would be able to respond again, but he had to release his own and he knew it wouldn’t take long, he’d already been leaking before he entered her. But, to his surprise, just as he was about to expel himself, her little body gripped him and tightened around him like a painful vice and dragged him into shooting his wad. He collapsed on top of her and hugged her to his chest. “Lord, woman you’re going to kill me.”
It took Jake fifteen minutes to revive himself. He just lay on the bed, spread-eagled, and limp, panting for air and then marveling at how good that little woman beside him made his feel.
Maisie Jane thoughts were a little more genteel, even if they were on the same track. The few times in her life when she’d thought about having relations with man it had never come close to what was happening with Jake. Her youthful dreams were that man kissed you, poked you with his thing and it was over. But, Jake used his mouth and his hands and his thing. Jake called it his cock, but she knew she couldn’t say that word out loud, so she would start thinking of it as his penis. She was woman now, she didn’t think she could say penis, but she could think it. She hadn’t known that a penis could make her feel so good.
Jake turned to face Maisie Jane. �
�Darling are you all right?”
Maisie Jane nodded, blushing from head to toe with the rosy glow that some women get from having orgasms - multiple orgasms.
“Come here, darling,” Jake said and he pulled her into his arms and just held her and they both closed their eyes and lay together in the aftermath.
Finally, Jake gave Maisie Jane a long kiss and rolled off the bed. “Darling, we have got to get moving. I’ve already got the horses in harness.”
Maisie Jane nodded. “It won’t take me but a minute to get dressed. “I’ll need to use a little more water to wash up again.”
“It was well worth it,” Jake said giving her a light pat on the backside. “How’s the bottom?”
Maisie Jane blushed again. “Still sore, but better.”
Jake got up grinning. He got dressed and started opening some tins.
Maisie got dressed and tried to eat a perfectly dreadful breakfast of congealed sausage from a tin but it made her gag, so she ate something Jake called a prickly pear that he’d picked off a cactus. He peeled it wearing leather gloves, and cut the purple flesh of the fruit into slices, and fed it to her off the tip of knife.
Looking doubtful, Maisie tried it. She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Such, a strange little thing,” Maisie said looking at one of the fruits that he hadn’t cut up. “But, I like it.”
“Good, cause I picked a sack full. But, I don’t want you touching them, it takes leather gloves to get past the needles.”
Maisie packed up her valise, and Jake took it and the few things in the cabin out and stowed them wagon. Then, he came back and carried out the feather mattress and put it in the back of the wagon.
Maisie stood looking around the little cabin, and realized that she didn’t mind staying in the little shack and wondered if Jake’s house would be bigger or maybe the same size. Jake talked about homesteading, but she didn’t know what that meant. The houses she’d seen since she’d come west were small, built of timber or logs and occasionally out of some kind of mud. Nothing at all like what she’d been lived in back home, but she couldn’t really say she minded. She picked up a shirt that Jake had changed out of and brought it up to her nose and sniffed. It smelled of Jake, of sweat, of salt, of desert sand. She inhaled again and felt herself go a little soft inside. It smelled of strength, of hardness, and of kindness. It smelled of her husband—her husband. Her husband. Considering the things she’d been doing lately she’d better get used to the idea that she had a husband! She didn’t know him very well yet, but she hadn’t found any glaring faults with him yet. She rubbed her bottom. Well, except, that he thought he was always right about everything, and that he had the right to tell her what to do. But everyone always tried to tell her what to do. Jake was no different there. He was big, strong, and good looking, and she knew he was a man of principles. He was courageous; he had saved her. And even though she didn’t want to admit it, she had been very stupid. He wasn’t a man who could be pushed around and he did have a temper. But he was good man. She thought about that and more. Her life had been turned upside down in the last ten days but she wasn’t unhappy about the changes. Maisie Jane rubbed her bottom again. She didn’t like that he thought he had the right to spank her! She brought her hand around and rubbed her belly as she thought about something else. Jake said he was planting his seed in her. Goodness, that meant she could have a baby!
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