They'd left at dawn, their mission to escort the wagon train families to their new land complete. It had taken them nearly two weeks on the trail to reach the settlement, now it would take them only six days to return to town.Over the course of the day, as they headed east, the riders naturally staggered into easy groupings. Chris, with young Billy Travis in his lap, road ahead with Buck and JD, the three amusing the child with a pretend horse race, each man spurring his horse into its fastest running-walk.
Ezra, Nathan, and Josiah were in the middle, talking morals and ethics at an ever-increasing pitch and fervor.
Vin and Mary brought up the rear.
"Do you have any regrets about your decision?" one asked the other, only to receive a head shake, no, in reply.
"You?"
"No."
"Gerard is a wonderful man, but I just couldn't do it. I've worked so hard to make that town a place I want to raise my son. And there's the newspaper...."
Vin nodded in understanding. "Charlotte belonged there with her husband. They still love each other; they just forgot how to show it."
Not long after, the group stopped to make camp for the night. Vin offered to help Mary gather water for their evening meal, carrying the empty canteens through the brush and down to the stream.
The full moon was high and it reflected off the shallow water, illuminating the pair. "Your hair sure shines in this light, Mrs. Travis."
"I think we've known each other long enough, been through enough, Vin, that it's all right if you call me by my given name."
"Aw'right ... Mary," Vin continued a little shyly. "It's just, well, yer hair makes me think of snow, all white and pure, at the end of winter, just 'fore the flowers start sneaking up toward the sunshine." Without thinking, he reached out to touch a pale lock, and Mary did not step away.
"You have a way with words, Vin. You're always so quiet; I never knew that about you."
"I git kinda nervous in groups and I don't think we've ever had a chance, just the two of us, ta talk 'til ta-day."
"A regrettable thing, now that I know what I've been missing." Mary turned to face Vin and the moonlight caught the glint of her green eyes.
"I can't believe how beautiful..." Vin began as the pair drifted into their first kiss.
It must have been their circumstances, coming so close to making life-altering decisions on that wagon train, still harboring small regrets and dreams for what they'd chosen to leave behind.
In a moment, they were on the soft ground, the smell of wild grass all around them, and the trickle of the brook sounding in their ears between heartbeats.
Mary's hands were on Vin's shirt first, but he quickly followed suit, both exposing flesh in a matter of moments. Mary's skin was so soft, so creamy, and even after a day's ride, she still smelled of talcum powder and lavender. "Mary," he breathed.
"Vin," she said as she pulled up her skirts. He shucked his jacket, and then slipped out of his suspenders, undoing his pants. He ached to be inside her, his cock throbbing its demands. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman. He'd gotten so close with Charlotte, time and time again, but something always stopped them from consummating their passions.
"Please, Vin," Mary breathed so close to his ear as he rained kissed upon her neck and shoulders. "It's been so long. I need you." And he settled himself easily between her legs, pressing his hard rod against her, until her flesh yielded and he was inside.
She was so warm; it was the most wonderful sensation, being with a woman. He slipped his arms under hers, wrapping his fingers over her shoulders as he began his gentle thrusts. She bent her knees, and leveraged her hips upward in a rhythm to match his. And soon they were panting with their twin efforts.
Vin felt his pelvis grind against Mary's, knew each drive was sending waves of sensation through her body as it was through his. He pushed deeper into her, his long, slow strokes easing them both along, until finally Mary cried out in release. Her hands on Vin's hips, urging him not to stop, begging him to thrust harder, and he did until his own seed exploded into her.
The pair then lay spent on the ground, their hands entwined, Vin staring again at Mary's beautiful hair as it was fanned out over the grass, shining in the moonlight.
The next morning, the travelers had again risen at dawn, much to Ezra's consternation. But, even he couldn't be too upset, knowing that the more hours they spent each day on the trail, the sooner they would arrive back in town and he would once again be sleeping late in his very own feather bed.These thoughts brought him solace as the group once again made camp that night, having traveled longer and later than the day before. It was now full dark out as they all stumbled about trying to settle in for the evening.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Travis."
"Mr. Standish," she had said as way of accepting his apology when they'd inadvertently bumped into each other while settling their horses.
"And where is young Billy this evening?" Ezra inquired politely.
"He and Chris are gathering firewood."
"Ah, yes, they make quite the pair, don't they?"
"Yes. It's nice to know Billy's in such good hands," she said, gently touching the sleeve of Ezra's jacket.
"Good hands, um, yes. Well, let it just be said that there are other hands available within this general vicinity and good for a myriad of things." He boldly placed his own hand now on Mary's waist and steeled himself for a slap at his impertinence.
A moment later, his cheek burned, but it was not from Mary's hand. It was from her lips. Ezra quickly slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, threading his other arm around and down to caress her backside.
Mary's hands sought the inside of Ezra's jacket, quickly stripping it from him. Her fingers then fumbled with the multiple gold buttons down the front of his brocade vest.
Ezra's hands deftly undid the small buttons on Mary's bodice, quickly exposing her corset, which unfairly restrained her most womanly assets. He immediately lowered his head, to kiss the delicate mounds that protruded above the boned fabric. "Mr. Standish," she moaned.
"Call me Ezra, Mrs. Travis."
"It's Ma-mary," she stammered as the man lowered her to her knees and slipped one hand down into the corset to caress the tender flesh so unjustly imprisoned inside. Mary fiddled with the buttons on Ezra's trousers, peeling back the fabric, then reaching in through the fold of his undergarments to touch his turgid lance. She pulled it free and applied her tender fingers to the warm flesh, causing Ezra to moan in appreciation.
Ezra's fingers were now in her hair, kneading it, caressing it, as she was tending to his flesh. Mary's hands stroked his shaft and slipped beneath to beguile the sensitive skin of his balls. The gambler had always known she was an extraordinary woman -- so intelligent, resourceful -- but he'd never guessed that she was also so talented.
As Mary finally plied her mouth to his throbbing member, Ezra knew he would burst in moments if he did nothing to prevent it, so he kneeled down beside her, capturing her lips in a hot kiss, tasting the lingering flavor of his manhood on her tongue.
Moments later, they were on the ground, Erza's jacket laid out beneath him as she straddled his hips; he was deep inside of her. Mary began to move up and down, forcing his hard shaft in and out. She then leaned over to place her hands on the ground beside him, using them to help her maintain the rhythmic thrusting of her hips. This gave Ezra access once again to her breasts.
He deftly loosened the front ties on her corset, and then slipped his fingers inside to stroke them against her nipples until they were hard, then he gently squeezed them until Mary cried out from the warring of pain and pleasure. She threw her head back as he continued to wantonly fondle her.
Finally, he moved one of his hands lower, to slip between their bodies, to caress her clitoris as he continued to caress her nipple. A moment later, a cry of release caught in her throat. She gasped for air then cried out again. Ezra felt her body shudder, felt her muscles tighten reflexively around his shaft. He moved his hands quickly to her hips, helping her maintain her rhythmic thrusts until his own cock spasmed and shot his hot semen deep inside her.
Then he eased her down on top of him, into a warm, encompassing embrace. "You see, my dear woman? Many good hands, always eager to assist whenever possible."
It was Josiah's turn to gather firewood, and, as Chris occupied Billy's time once again, Mary volunteered to assist.
"So, tell me, Mr. Sanchez--"
"Please, Mary. It's Josiah."
"Josiah," she smiled. "Why is it that you are no longer a priest?"
"I was defrocked. Shockingly, I fell in love with a woman and the church does not approve of such relationships involving their celibate priests."
"Do you regret what happened?"
"No. There are many paths we all must travel down within our lifetimes. I just think that was God's way of presenting a new route to me, allowing me to decide how best to serve him."
"And have you decided? How best to serve him?" Mary asked, pausing in their walk through the trees.
"For me," Josiah began, stopping as well and turning to face Mary, "I think it is to find all the beauty in this world and to worship it as a reflection of God's gifts to us all."
Mary smiled, and Josiah instinctively clasped her small, soft hands in his larger ones.
"And, if I may say, Mary, you are truly one of the most remarkable beauties on God's green earth. Truly."
Mary blushed at the praise, but did not avert her eyes from the man's penetrating blue gaze. Instead, she stroked her thumb over the back of his hand, encouraging the continuance of physical contact.
Josiah bent low and placed a chaste kiss upon her sweet, red lips. Mary opened her mouth slightly and the former holy man took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her willing mouth, where it danced with hers.
Her hands slipped around, to move up and down his back, pulling him closer. And his hands were at her waist, moving over the ribbing of her corset, pressing the material against her flesh, causing sensations over her skin she never knew possible.
Soon, her hands were fumbling at his waistband, but he quickly moved to stop her, doing the job more efficiently himself as she hiked her skirts up to her waist. Josiah then moved to undo the drawstring of her bloomers, dropping the fabric to the forest floor.
He then hugged her to him and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he stepped forward to lean her against the soft bark of a large aspen, and then slipped his hands beneath her butt. His own trunk then quaked as she moved her hand between them and guided his penis into her moist depths.
With him now firmly inside of her, she placed her hands on his shoulders, helping to hold herself in upright as she leveraged her hips in time with his to assist in his thrusting. She was completely helpless in his arms, yet she had never felt safer in her life.
Josiah continued to drive into her, and she could feel the strong muscles of his back working to maintain the forceful movements. She also felt his fingers working over the flesh of her ass, kneading the mounds, and then slipping between to finger an area she never knew could give her such pleasure.
As one digit slipped inside, her orgasm burst over her in an incredible rush. As her cry echoed through the vast grove, startled birds took to flight. She could not prevent herself from melting against Josiah when her release left her with no reserves of energy. He kept his hands firmly on her ass, physically moving her up and down along his stalwart cock, lifting then dropping to impale her again and again on his shaft, until he grimaced silently as his seed was finally pumped into her heavenly vessel.
"It's my pleasure, ma'am. I know Billy didn't mean ta let yer horse run off."
"I hope it didn't go far."
"Prob'ly just over this rise, ma'am," and as they crested the small hill, they saw indeed that JD's guess was correct. "I thought he'd stop when he found some nice sweet-grass ta gnaw on."
JD gave Mary his arm, to help her slide out of the saddle, then he followed, knowing it likely her horse might not be so willing to be brought back to camp so soon and that he might have to help coax the animal into cooperating.
"Thank you, JD," Mary said as she leaned in to kiss JD on the cheek, but he turned his head unexpectedly and instead their lips met.
Both pulled back in surprise, blinking at each other for a moment, trying to ignore the spark that had raced between them.
"Ma'am, I...."
"JD, it's all right. It's all right," she repeated, as a warm smile grew over her lips. She leaned in again and this time intentionally placed her lips on his, savoring the soft skin, the tender innocence of the touch. But JD pulled back.
"Ma'am, I don't think---"
But she stilled his protests with her hand on his mouth. "You shouldn't call me 'ma'am'. I'm not your elder, JD, not really, and I'm not your better. We're equal out here in the West. And we need to act that way if we're going to work together to make this a better place than where we all came from."
"But, ma'am -- I mean, Mary -- it ain't right that ya should kiss me."
"Why not?"
"Well, because, yer, yer...."
"What? I'm a woman, JD. You're a man. I only want us to do what women and men were meant to do together." And that was all the convincing JD needed as he allowed Mary to kiss him again, before slipping his hands around her waist and drawing her closer.
"Whoa, there, you two," came another voice. "I don't think y'all should be doin' that out here."
"B-buck!" JD stammered, embarrassed at being caught in the act.
"Mr. Wilmington!" Mary reprimanded the man. "I really don't think it's any of your business---"
"In that yer wrong, Mary. In the matters of love, everything is my business and I cannot stand by and allow ya two ta go at it in such a clumsy fashion. Now, if you'll allow me...." Buck lead the two off a short distance, past some bushes that hid them from view of the ridge crest.
"Ya see? Here, ya have some privacy. Here, ya can indulge yer passions properly, without worry of bein' in'nerrupted." And with that instruction, Buck swept Mary into his arms and kissed her deeply.
When he finally released her, she staggered and JD instinctively reached out to catch her, to steady her. But his hand accidentally brushed against her breast and he blushed from the contact. However, Mary didn't mind. She took his hand and pressed it back against her breast, thankful that she had not worn the confining corset that day on the trail.
JD was unskilled in these ways, though, so did not know what to do once Mary had pressed his hand there.
"If I may, Mary," Buck said, again stepping up close to her. He immediately undid the buttons on her blouse.
"Like this, JD." He slid the fabric aside and placed his hand on Mary's soft breast, moving it over her skin until he felt her nipple harden beneath his palm. Then he began to knead the flesh, occasionally stroking his thumb over the raised nub. Mary bent her head back, relishing the skilled hands of the gunslinger. "Now, ya go on and try," Buck said softly to JD, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.
JD returned his hand to Mary's breast and tried to mimic what Buck had done. But he felt awkward with the man watching him. He kneaded her flesh, but hesitantly, sure he was doing something wrong, afraid that he might hurt Mary.
"I think maybe JD would do better with a little personal attention. Don't ya agree, Mary?" Buck asked with a wide grin, which caused the kid's eyes to widen in apprehension. What could the man possibly mean?
"It's okay, JD," Mary assured him as she encouraged him to lie down on the soft grass. "I'll be gentle." She then kneeled down next to him and began undoing his breeches, spreading the fabric wide once the buttons were loosed. Slowly she reached inside and pulled free his hardening erection.
JD looked up at Buck for a moment, and then averted his gaze. He wasn't sure he liked the man standing there over him, watching what was going on. But Mary had taken him into her warm, soft mouth and JD quickly forgot about Buck -- hell, about everything -- as he moaned from the sweet pleasure.
Mary shifted her position, so that she was on all fours, and Buck took advantage of this by kneel beside her. As Mary continued to bob her head up and down JD's now rigid, aching shaft, Buck slowly slid his hands under Mary's long skirts, running his fingers over the cotton bloomers until he reached the curves of her ass and her hips. He then reached around and made quick work of the tie that held the material in place, and then slipped it down her legs and off.
Mary adjusted her position again, to allow Buck room to kneel between her legs. He then undid his own pants, freeing his manhood, and, with his hand on her hips, gently slid his shaft deep within her. Mary groaned at the pleasure of Buck filling her, and, with her mouth still wrapped around JD's cock, the verbal vibration sent waves of sensation coursing through the kid. He shivered from the thrill, instinctively thrusting his hips upward, forcing his dick into Mary's mouth. She took him all in, gladly, but the sudden movement forced her back, impaling her deeply on Buck's large cock.
Mary moaned again, causing JD to move his hips upward again, only this time, Buck met her backward movement with a thrust, grinding his pelvis against her. He then slipped his hand beneath, but did not finger her sensitive nub. Instead, he pressed his palm flat against her curly bush and pressed inward, her mound of flesh moving against his hand with each thrust.
Mary placed one of her hands on JD's balls, kneading them, stroking them. Then she moved her mouth down and plied her tongue over the coarse skin. She felt JD shudder again; she saw his fingers clawing at the grass as she brought him closer and closer to release.
Finally, he threw his head back against the ground as a cry was ripped from his lungs. He thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deep into Mary's mouth again and again until she sucked every last drop of cum from him. Spent, he lay panting on the ground as he watched Mary lick the white droplets from the corners of her mouth.
He then moved his gaze to Buck, who had his head lulled back, with the most contented expression on his face, despite the intensity of the act he was performing. Mary closed her eyes tightly as Buck continued to thrust deeply into her, her body moving back and forth as Buck pulled her against him, then pushed her away, in a rhythmic dance.
JD couldn't just lie there, so he moved his hands up to caress Mary's breasts, allowing Buck's thrusts to move the flesh over his open palms, which caused Mary to moan each time her nipples raked over his skin. JD, feeling bolder, more confident, captured her breasts, moving his hands with her as Buck continued behind her. He then began to rub his thumbs over each nipple, feeling the buds grow even harder beneath his touch.
Suddenly, Mary moaned loudly, cried out, then moaned again. Buck thrust harder into her and JD rubbed her nipples. She cried out again, but before JD could stop, she pleaded, "More, harder!" So, he squeezed the nubs between his fingers, causing Mary to scream in pleasure. Buck continued to thrust and finally JD felt Mary tremble in his hands.
She screamed aloud as the orgasm broke over her then washed gently away, but Buck continued to pound his organ into her. He was so large, like a bull, and he kept thrusting deeper and deeper, again and again, until Mary felt dizzy from the pleasure. And just as she thought she would faint dead away, Buck seized her hips with both hands, forcing himself hard inside of her, pulling her even closer to him than she imaged two people could be, and she felt the burst of his seed inside of her, felt his body shudder against hers, heard his ragged exhalation of air.
The three then lay next to each other on the ground, exhausted from their efforts, but soon Mary laid a hand on JD's flaccid organ, causing it to twitch to life once again in anticipation of being the one inside of her this time.
"Now, Mrs. Travis. You gotta let me tend ta this, or it might get infected and then we'll have a real problem on our hands," Nathan said as he eased the fabric of her bloomers up above the laceration on her calf. "I sent Billy off with all the fellas, fishin' fer dinner, so ya don't have ta worry 'bout him seein' the blood. Heck, you can even cry if you need ta. I won't tell."
"Nathan, I'm a big girl. I don't cry just because I have a little cut," she assured him, but then flinched and gasped when he applied an alcohol-soaked rag to the open wound.
"Easy now, Mrs. Travis -- Mary," Nathan said gently, laying his other hand on her leg to prevent her from reflexively pulling away. "That's the worse of it," he assured her as he then began applying a bandage to keep the wound clean.
"I feel so silly stepping in that gopher hole. I should have seen it."
"It ain't your fault, Mary. We're just lucky it wasn't one of the horses. They aren't as tolerant of bein' tended to. And we're still a full day's ride from reachin' home."
Mary nodded, appreciative of this man's kind words and healing hands. "Well, I'm glad I'll be riding tomorrow, because I think I twisted something as well."
"Is it yer ankle?" Nathan asked as he finished tying the bandage in place. He then moved his large, warm hands to the joint just above her foot and began to rub.
"Maybe," she said, closing her eyes against the soothing touch. "But mostly the pain's up higher."
"Your knee?" he inquired, as he slid his hands up her leg, gently kneading the flesh of her calf along the way, while carefully avoiding the bandage he'd just applied.
"No, not my knee," she breathed as she leaned back onto her hands. "But it aches something awful."
"Your hip? Did you twist your hip joint?" the healer asked, sliding his hand higher still. "You best lie back and let me take a look at it." As she did so, he pushed her skirts up out of the way, and then ran his hands over her hip and underneath to her butt, manipulating the flesh to detect any signs of damage or pain, but it was difficult through the fabric of her bloomers. "I need ta undo these, if that's okay?" he asked.
"Anything you need to do is fine, Nathan. I trust you'll make me feel all better," she said in a languid voice, her arm beneath her head like a pillow.
As Nathan removed her bloomers, he inspected her flesh, but saw no marks of injury and his hands on her skin elicited no complaints of pain.
"But it aches, Nathan. It does," she insisted.
"Where Mary? Here?" he asked, placing his hand on the side of her thigh, but she shook her head, no. "Here?" he asked again as he moved his hand to the top of her hipbone. Again she shook her head, no. "Here?" he finally asked as he slid his hand between her legs, and she cried out at this touch.
"Yes, there," she groaned. "It aches so badly."
"Mmm-hmm," he nodded as he studied her flesh. "I know just the thing ta ease that ache," and he gently moved both of his hands between her legs.
He began by gently rubbing the skin on the inside of her thighs, then he started to knead his fingers deeper, moving his hands higher, until he was just brushing against the sensitive folds of her skin.
Mary spread her legs to assist him and then he was able to apply his strong hands directly to her warm flesh. He moved his fingers over her skin, plied his thumbs to her tender nub, and pushed his fingers inside of her to gently stroke her moist entry.
But soon his ministrations were too much for her. Mary sat up, drawing Nathan's attention away from his work at hand. She kissed him deeply, and then encouraged him to slip out of his trousers. Mary then lay back down, but this time on her side, adjusting her skirts and raising one leg in invitation. Nathan lay beside her, his face close to her womanhood and his hands again on her flesh. This allowed Mary access to Nathan's swollen cock and she immediately plied her moist tongue to the throbbing tissue.
Nathan pushed his fingers once again into Mary's yielding warmth, pressing again into the moist flesh, feeling around the soft surface with his fingertips until he came to a small, rough patch on what would be the front wall of her canal. Nathan was surprised by his discovery, and he noted the odd feeling of the area and Mary's reaction every time he moved his finger over it. She sighed; she moaned; she squirmed. And, after, she applied herself more intensely to Nathan's rigid shaft.
Her fingers played over his flesh, squeezing the base of his cock, kneading his tender sac, raking over the soft skin on the inside of his thighs. And he felt a tension building inside of him. He wanted to thrust himself deep into her warm mouth, he wanted her to take every inch of his burning staff, wanted her to swallow him whole.
She too ached for him, from the need for more. "Nathan," she begged. "Please, it hurts so badly."
He plied his soft tongue to the nub hidden in her folds, stroking the firm tissue, sucking at it like a teat, until Mary cried out in delicious agony. Fiercely she tended Nathan's cock, as if she were trying to draw the very life energy from him. She slipped her tongue beneath his foreskin and plied it over the engorged head. She then raked her teeth over his sensitive flesh as she moved along its length, taking him as deeply, as completely, into her mouth as she could. She kneaded his balls -- squeezing, then releasing -- until Nathan felt a shudder rack his body. He shot his hot wad deep into her throat and she swallowed it as if she were dying of thirst.
As he grew soft in her mouth, he concentrated again on easing her pain. He ran his tongue once again over her nub, and moved his fingers over her flesh, delving deep inside, rubbing against the spot that had previously given her such pleasure. Soon she was bucking against his ministrations, her head thrown back, then forward as spasms of pleasure shot through her like bolts of lightning. She cried out, clenching the fabric of her skirt between her fingers, until, finally, the last of the orgasm washed over her, leaving her in a pleasure-filled haze.
The pair lay on the ground together, on their backs, but each facing the opposite direction. Nathan's dark hand gently caressed the pale skin of Mary's thigh as her fingers ran up and down his length, coaxing him back to life.
She knew they gossiped about her -- she'd been hearing snippets of things since the men were first hired by Judge Travis -- but, until this past week, none of it was even remotely true. Besides, she still had pull in this town, no matter what any of them thought of her -- her father-in-law was the territory's most senior Circuit Court Judge, she and her now-dead husband had been among the first families to settle in the area; they had built what was here and allowed others to join them, and with the help of the seven hired gunmen she was making sure this was a town that people felt safe to live in.
Billy met his friend Johnny on the boardwalk, and the boy's mother, Mrs. Potter, invited him and Mary to supper. Mary declined for herself, but allowed Billy to go after he helped carry their things into their living quarters at the back of the newspaper office. Mrs. Potter then kindly extended the invitation to include a sleepover for Billy.
Later, Mary considered fixing herself something small for supper, but she wasn't really in the mood. She thought back over the past weeks -- her times with Gerard and how much he meant to her, though she couldn't ever convince herself that she truly loved him. And as breathtaking as the new land was, she honestly didn't want to give up what she'd begun in this town just to start all over again somewhere else.
A moment later, a gentle tapping came and then the door to the newspaper office gently swung open.
"Mary, I just wanted to stop by -- see if you'd gotten settled back in."
"Yes, Chris, I'm fine. I'm glad you came by: I wanted to thank you again for being so kind to Billy on this trip. He really is very fond of you," she said, rising from the stool.
"He's a nice boy, Mary. You've done a remarkable job with him, and that's not an easy thing out here, especially on your own like you are."
Mary nodded. Chris had not protested when she'd told him she was going to marry Gerard. He'd only said that he was a good man and that Billy deserved a father. "Well, I certainly appreciate the help I've gotten from friends -- friends like you and the others."
Now it was Chris's turn to nod. "So, where is Billy? We whittled a little soldier together this past week and he left it in my saddlebag. I just thought I'd return it."
"He's having dinner and a sleep-over with the Potters; he really missed his friend Johnny. But I can make sure he gets it tomorrow," Mary offered. But when Chris handed over the wooden figurine, their fingers touched, and they both looked up, their green eyes meeting.
"I didn't tell you before. It wasn't any of my business," Chris began. "But I'm glad you chose to come back." Mary noted that he had failed to mention Gerard by name and she thought that significant.
"I just decided there was too much here I'd miss," she replied, with a sincere smile playing across her rosy lips, their hands both still holding the little toy soldier.
Chris Larabee wasn't a man much for talking, and he'd said pretty much all he'd come to say. But, instead of turning to leave, he caught Mary up in a fierce embrace, sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her from the front room, away from the windows where prying eyes might see more than they needed to.
In the back room, he placed her gently on the bed, and then kissed her deeply, stroking his hand over her silken locks, so much like spun gold in the sallow lamplight. A moment later, he was beside her on the bed. His hand idly running over her bodice, toying with and occasionally releasing a button, as his lips continued to brush kisses over her face and neck.
Her own hands played up and down his strong arms, roamed over his well-muscled chest. She had wanted him since the moment she'd laid eyes on him, his lean form ill-concealed beneath the tight, black clothing he chose to wear. His sure eyes, his quick hand, his willingness to fight for justice, and his need to protect others: these were traits she had always sought in men. Her husband had waged his war with words, but this man was a man of action and she thrilled beneath his sure, strong touch.
"Chris," she breathed as he loosed her bodice and ran his hand possessively over the flesh revealed. His fingers were soft, but demanding, as they kneaded her breasts until her nipples could do naught but respond. Then he plied his mouth to one, as if intent on suckling the milk from her. Mary threw her head back, reveling in the sensations, feelings she never thought she'd feel -- so intense, so incredible -- they defied all words that flooded through her racing mind.
Soon his hands were at her waistband, undoing the lacing that kept her skirt secure. She would give herself to him, gratefully. Her knight, her prince, the man she had always dreamed would ride to her rescue -- he was here now in her arms, wanting her, making love to her.
Soon Mary's clothes were on the floor, quickly smothered by the blackness of Chris's wardrobe, along with his gun belt and hat. He spread her wide with his knee as he positioned himself between her legs, but then he paused to look down at her naked form, and she looked up to rake her eyes over his. He was so handsome, his blond hair tousled, his green eyes were shining in the lamplight, his lips were curved up with willful desire, his body so well formed -- lean and lithe like a mountain lion -- and his manhood long and swollen with unbridled intent.
He lowered himself down on top of her then, finding her entryway, then gently, yet forcefully, driving himself deep inside. She tensed from the invasion, but relaxed a moment later as he kissed her on the lips, his tongue darting in like a conquering hero. Then he began to thrust inside of her. At first his movements were slow, languid, like he was savoring the feel of the journey -- and the truth was, so was she. His bare chest rubbed enticingly over her erect nipples, sending gentle waves of pleasure through her body.
As he moved inside of her, deeper and deeper with each thrust, he continued to kiss her, on her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. She moved her hands to his back, raking her fingertips over the sinewy muscles there, up and down and across, finally trailing her hands lower until the mounds of his tight ass filled her hands. She squeezed the firm flesh, pulling him forward, into her, in time with each of his powerful thrusts.
"Mary," she heard him breathe as his tongue played over her earlobe. "I want you so badly, Mary. I need you," he said.
"I want you, too. Since I first saw you. Since the day before. Since forever," she replied as he continued to move into her, showing her shades of desire and passion she never dreamed existed.
He rubbed himself against her, over her, grinding his flesh inside of her in a way that should have hurt but didn't. And her mind screamed for more. And he gave it to her as his thrusts became more urgent, deeper, and more powerful. His head bent low over her as a fierce concentration marked his features. His hands were on the mattress now, supporting his weight as he continued to thrust into her. Her own hips rose up to meet his, slamming against his flesh each time, sending sparks flying over them, until an explosion took them both and Mary's cries filled the air around them like cracking thunder on a summer night.
Chris's final thrusts were small, slow, gentle, as they had been in the beginning, then he eased himself down onto the bed beside Mary. Spent, they did not bother to untangle their sweat-drenched limbs before falling into a deep, contented slumber.
And so ends the tale of Snow White,
Who bedded one gunman each night.
Each man she kept busy,
Though no one had put up a fight!But to her dismay she had found
She could not conceal from the town --
The seven had all shot live rounds!And now what would she do?
Her week-long fun she did rue.
When trying to figure out who!The End
April 2001Comments to: C.V. PuerroPlease do NOT repost this story anywhere outside of the Blackraptor Fiction Website.Thanks to my friend for all her encouragement and helpful commentary.Characters from "The Magnificent Seven" were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.