“Ever seen a man’s cock before, Sara-May?” He asks. I shake my head. What’s the use in lying when he’d find out anyway as soon as I asked him what to do with it? “Well” He says, wrapping his hand around it and shaking it gently in my direction, “this here is going to make you feel mighty fine.”
Letting his hand drop from his cock, Jim climbs up on to the bed, pushing my legs apart with his knees. Just the touch of his skin against mine makes me tingle. I start to breathe faster as he leans down over me. I can feel that shaft pushing in to my skin. He rocks gently on top of me and it sinks in to the soft folds of skin on my stomach.
“Ahh, that’s right…” He says, leaving his mouth open just slightly. “Sara-May? Would you like to feel a man’s cock inside you?” He asks. And I want to say no. I want to because I know I should. But I nod my head. I say yes instead. And then Jim smiles at me and rocks his body down a little further than before. Then I feel it. His cock pressing against my most intimate place. I can hear wetness and I don’t know where it’s coming from but it feels so good. He pushed harder against me and this time I feel him slip inside. “AH!” He says loudly as he pushes forward until his pelvis is touching my skin. Then he pulls backwards, sliding it out again. He starts a rhythm of pushing and pulling and each time I hear the sound of wetness.
I can barely breathe as he starts to thrust in to me faster. My breasts jerk up and down each time he thrusts and I watch the look on his face of pure ecstasy. Never had I imagined that anything could feel so good. And then it happened. I began to feel even better. At first the rush of tingles that took over my body scared me. Every muscle I had pulled tight and I grasped at the bedclothes.
“JIM!” I squealed his name, but before I could say anything else the most incredible feeling of heaven washed over me. The muscles in my most intimate place began to spasm as if they had a life of their own. Jim breathes heavily as he watches me fall limp. He continues to thrust in to me and then he jerks. His body stiffens. And I feel a warmth leaking inside of me like I have never felt before.
A knock at the front door awakens me. I roll over in the same bed where Jim and I had first made love together and wait for a second knock. When it comes, I get up.
Chapter 5
Betsy stands on the front step. Her dark hair is quite disheveled and her eyes shift about nervously.
“Betsy?” I step back and invite her inside. She looks around suspiciously before stepping in and waiting for me to shut the door behind her. “What’s going on?”
“Sara-May, I heard from the dressmaker in town that Jim was in jail. She told me that there’s a rumor going around that it wasn’t Jim, but his brother John who committed those crimes.” I shake my head.
“How can a rumor be going around when he was only taken to jail a few hours ago?” I ask her.
“Talk moves fast in this town.” She says. “But, I had a look around your father’s office when I got home and I found a letter from the sheriff in Butte. He wrote that he is sure he saw the suspect of the robberies in town there not a couple of weeks ago. They haven’t had a robbery yet though so there’s a chance he might still be there if what Jim is saying is true…”
“Wait…my father had this letter and threw Jim in jail anyway? Why would he do that?” I can’t believe that my father would do such a thing unless he was really trying to keep Jim and me apart. I had proposed it as a theory to Betsy before, but I hadn’t actually believed it. My father wasn’t that type of man…at least, he hadn’t been until now.
Betsy grabs my upper arms with her hands and looks at me sternly. “I can’t tell you why he did it, Sara-May. I’m sure he had good reason. But if you want to prove him wrong and if anyone is going to prove Jim’s innocence it’s going to have to be you. You’re going to have to go to Butte.” The idea of traveling anywhere alone is terrifying, but Betsy is right. I’m the only one who can do this.
“What about Sam?” I ask.
“I’ll take care of him tonight. I’ll tell your father that you needed to rest and I’ll take Sam back to the house with me.” I agree. I can’t very well take him with me on a night ride to Butte. “I’ll get one of your father’s horses saddled up for you in the stables. You get yourself ready and come to the house with Sam when you are. But hurry, there isn’t much time until your father gets home.”
I don’t need much to get ready, and no more than thirty minutes after Betsy has left, I am trekking the same path to my father’s house. When I get there I find her waiting to take Sam and one of the stable boys holding the reigns to a large black horse. I hand over Sam and take a deep breath before lifting myself on to the back of the gigantic creature. It huffs loudly through its nose when I settle in the saddle and I pat its neck firmly.
“Hush, girl.” She seems to listen as I turn her to face the road out of town. I call back to Betsy. “I’ll be back by morning!” And she lifts her hand in a wave.
I’ve never been to Butte. In fact, I’ve never been anywhere else other than our small town in Montana. I know the way though from the number of men who ride in to town from that direction. Mostly gold prospectors and miners, but they always came from the west. Now I just have to hope that they have a signpost so that I know when I get there. And once I get there, it’s just going to be a matter of finding a man who looks exactly like my husband to be. How hard could that be?
Chapter 6
By the time I dismount from my horse, I can already feel the blisters growing on my backside. At least there had been a big wooden signpost for Butte though. I had expected the town to be much bigger, but when I got there it looked no bigger than home. Their main street was almost identical to our own and even the people looked similar.
The sun would be going down soon. Tying my father’s horse to a large wooden post outside the saloon, I decide to start my search there. I don’t know much about criminals, but I can only assume that they would spend their time in local saloons with other ne’er do wells.
“Hey pretty lady!” I whip my head around and see a dirty faced man staring at me.
“Hello.” I say nothing else for fear of inviting interaction, but he seems to take my greeting as an invitation anyway.
“What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” He asks. I glance at the saloon door just feet away.
“Looking for someone actually.” I try to sound confident, but I’m pretty sure he’s not going to buy it.
“Oh really? Any particular someone?” He asks as he takes a stumbling step forward.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, John Carson.” As soon as I say John’s name, the man’s eyes grow wider than two dinner plates and he starts to walk backwards.
“Forgive me ma’am, I didn’t know…” He trips over his own feet and begins crawling away in a cloud of brown dust.
“Whatcha lookin’ for Carson for?” The voice comes from the doors of the saloon. I turn around and see a rather tall man with a dark black moustache.
“Family business.” I manage to say. How I wish Jim had accompanied me here.
“Whose family is that then?” The man says.
“His own.” I say bravely. Squaring my shoulders I take a step closer to the saloon door.
“Hmm…” The man eyes me up and down and then jerks his head towards the swinging doors. “You better go inside then.”
The inside of the saloon was smoky and looking around the room quickly I notice that all of the men appear to look the same. Each one has a thick moustache and wears a western hat. I scan the room once more and then I see him. There, sitting at a poker table with a stack of chips as high as his head, is the spitting image of Jim.
“Hey Carson!” The man from outside the bar comes back in. “You got a lady caller.” The men in the bar begin to whoop and holler and I can feel my cheeks getting hot. “Says she’s here about family.” Suddenly the whooping and hollering stops and all heads bow down to focus on their beer mugs. All except one.
“Is that so?” His voice
sounds just like Jims. “I’m afraid I don’t know you.” He says, glaring at me with those two big brown eyes.
“But I know your brother.” I manage to say, my voice only slightly wavering.
“Hmph.” He grunts and stands up from the table with a warning glance at his fellow players. They all hold their hands up and back away from the table. “You better come with me.”
I follow John hesitantly in to a small back room. It looks like the kind of place that might once have been host to a stage show. John sits down at a table in the darkest corner of the room. I follow and sit across from him. I can barely hide my terror as my hands shake.
“So…” He leans across the table. “You know my brother?” He asks. I nod my head.
“Yes. We are…were to be married. We have a child.” I feel him looking at me, leering at me.
“And what’s that gotta do with me? Don’t tell me you want me at the wedding!” He laughs and I feel myself getting angry. I wonder if this is why Jim never talked about him.
“No, we don’t.” I say flatly. “But I want you to go to jail.” I say. “Jim is in jail for the bank robberies you committed. My father, he’s the sheriff and he thinks that Jim is a no good bank robber.”
“Hmph, well that is a little bit of a predicament isn’t it?” He says, reaching up and picking at his teeth.
“I’d say it’s more than a predicament. As long as he’s in jail he can’t provide for me or our son.” John doesn’t seem fazed by anything that I’m saying. I try a new approach. “He’s tried telling them that it wasn’t him, that it was you.”
“And?” He smirks at me.
“And no one but me believed him.” I’m getting nowhere.
“Well, that’s a shame.” He says standing up from the table and jerking his head from side to side. The loud cracking noise from his neck is sickening.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I think we’re done here.” He says, as he begins walking back to the main saloon hall.
“Wait!” I plead. He turns around and looks at me.
“What?” He snarls.
“What will it take? What will it take for you to turn yourself in so Jim and I can take care of our family?” I can’t help but beg. He shakes his head and turns away. “I’ll do anything, John.” He pauses and then walks back to the table. He leans over me and I smell the cigarette smoke on his breath.
“Anything?” He asks, his voice growling and low. I nod my head.
“Anything.”
Chapter 7
John slams the door of the room shut behind us. As he walks forward, each step he takes pushes me backward until the side of the bed hits the back of my knees. My heart is racing and I can hear the blood thundering through my ears. He looks so much like Jim as he comes towards me.
“Take it all off.” He says roughly, stopping just inches from me. My hands still shaking, I unlace the top of my blouse and pull it up over my head. His eyes fixate on the pointed white bra covering my breasts. I hear his breathing coming loudly. “Faster!” He says. And I reach behind me and unhook my brassiere. As I slide it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, John moves in.
His huge hands grasp my breasts, squeezing them hard and pinching my large round nipples. When a small bead of milk appears on my nipple he looks at me hungrily before leaning down and licking it.
“Mmm.” He grunts. Then he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my skirt. Quickly he pulls it down along with my underthings and then, there I am. I stand before him, naked. He stands across from me, staring. His tongue slides from between his lips, running over their plump pinkness. Then he reaches down and pulls off his shirt. I can’t help but notice that even the small patch of hair on his chest is identical to Jim’s. My body reacts. I want him. I want him to touch me. I want him inside me like Jim had been on his bed during our first time together.
As John stands before me wearing just his britches, I get down on my knees. I can hear his steady breathing as I unbutton his fly. My thick fingers reach inside, grabbing for his fullness. This time I hear him gasp. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and ease him out in front of me. I feel his eyes on me as I hold his cock in my hand. I lean closer. Close enough to touch him with my mouth. I stick out my tongue slightly and slide it over the tip of his cock.
“Ah!” He jerks back at the touch. Then sucking in a long gasping breath, he thrusts forward, sliding his cock between my lips. My mouth feels so full with him inside it and I automatically begin to suck. He starts to moan, a deep and satisfying moan and it spurs me on to suck him more. He tastes so salty and sweet in my mouth. I feel his hands going to the back of my head, pushing me gently forward. I feel him hit the back of my throat and I pull back, but he thrusts forward with another grunt. The game continues until he pulls back. “STOP!”
I look up at him from the floor.
“Get up.” I do as he asks. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.” I have never done anything like this with Jim before. I do as he asks. I had, after all, agreed to do anything it takes to get Jim freed. I feel strange with my big breasts hanging down underneath me and my buttocks in the air.
I feel the bed dip as John gets on. He straddles my legs and I feel him close behind me. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a hard slap across my buttocks. I squeal.
“Ow!” I say. He lets out a loud sigh of relief. The stinging sensation spreads over my buttock. Seconds later, his hand strikes my buttock again, only this time the sensation not only hurt, but it also felt exciting. “Ah!” I gasp. His hands grab handfuls of my buttock flesh. He molds my skin with his hands, pressing upward and forcing my buttocks apart.
“Mmm.” He hums from behind me. Then there is silence and stillness. I wait. His hands readjust on my buttocks, holding them apart. I feel his cock pushing against my opening. That glorious wetness is there again and it eases his length deep inside me effortlessly. “Ah!” He says, as he reaches his hilt. He has me filled both wide and deep and I can barely move as the pleasure within begins to take over. “Do you like it?” John asks.
“Uh huh…” Is all I can say. He pulls backwards until his cock almost slips out and then he thrusts forward hard. My breasts jolt in front of me and my wetness gets tighter around him. “Ohhhh!” I coo. I can’t believe that I’ve never done this with Jim!
John lets go of my buttocks and leans over my back. His hands cup underneath me, each one teasing one of my nipples as he is buried inside me completely. Then as he jerks in short sharp thrusts, his fingers pinch my nipples. My breast milk dribbles over his fingers as he pulls me to him.
“AH!” He slides his hands down to my waist and begins thrusting faster. As he does, I feel his warm skin slapping against mine. My fingers grip the blanket on the bed and my back begins to arch.
“Oohh!” I cry out and he starts to thrust faster, his deep strokes hitting the very best parts of me. Then I feel it coming. My ecstasy. He must feel it too because his hands pull me close to him and then his short strokes lift me to my pleasure. My body stiffens against him and seconds later I hear my own voice crying out. “Oh yes! Oh God, yes!”
“Ungh!” Is his reply as his body stiffens against mine. My muscles stroking him to his own climax. His fingers grip me harder, almost certainly leaving bruises. “Ungh!” He thrusts again. I feel his warm liquid spilling in to me. Again and again he jerks inside me, until he has nothing left to give.
For a moment we both still, him on his knees and me on mine. The only sound in the room is our fast paced breath. I unfurl my fingers from the bedclothes and slowly lean forward. John pulls back. Finally he eases his grip on my sides and I feel a rush of relief. He collapses on to the bed beside me and in this moment I can’t help but see just how much he looks like Jim. I smile at him softly and for the first time, he smiles back at me without malice.
Chapter 8
“We should leave soon.” I say as John picks up another pint of beer and begins to chug it. He eyes me over the top of h
is glass. His tenderness hadn’t lasted long and yet, I couldn’t help but love him. He was, after all, the other half of my future husband. If there were a way to save them both I would. But even were I to come up with a harebrained scheme my father would never fall for it. So I must settle for trading one brother for the other.
“We will leave when I’m ready to go.” He says gruffly, slamming the empty pint glass on the table. The rest of the saloon turns and looks at us and then realizing it’s John making the noise, they quickly look away. John takes a deep breath and pushes his chair back from the table. Shifting his gaze to one of the men at the poker table, he opens his mouth.
“Shorty, you put this with the rest of the stash. I’ll be back for it.” Then he turns his gaze to everyone else at the table. “And if I find a single penny missing, I will hunt you all down like dogs!” They all nod hurriedly. John turns to me and nods. “Let’s go.”
I let John take the lead, sitting behind him I wrap my arms around his waist. The rhythm of the horse rocks me against him and I’m reminded of our indiscretion.
“John?” I try to take my mind off what I have done.
“Mmm?” He answers in a gruff voice.
“Why did you agree?” I ask.
“I’ve always wanted to bang a sheriff’s daughter.” He laughs. I feel the color rising in my cheeks. I’ve only ever heard that word once before, but at least then I had no personal knowledge of what it meant.
“Oh.” I had somehow fooled myself in to believing that there was a heroic reason behind his choice. That perhaps he had wanted to make love to me as his last act before going to jail where he would almost certainly die for his crimes. I had wanted to believe that somewhere inside John there was a good man. But most of all, I wanted to believe that I hadn’t just been a notch in his bedpost. I regret ever offering myself to him now, to know that all I was, was a piece of meat to him. But then, without such sacrifice Jim would surely hang.
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